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 Posted: Mar 2 2017, 09:53 AM
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Nadezhda was at this point feeling relief at the celebrity news having moved on to bigger and better things, like Beyonce and her photo shoot and what a mess that was, et cetera. It was better than being in the eye of Central City, though that really deserved to go to the Flash, since he was their resident hero anyway. She was currently enjoying her return to somewhat anonymity, from most people anyway.

Even though she was still angry with her parents for being...well, criminals (though wasn’t that hypocritical of her) she still cared about them so she checked in at her childhood home, which was her parents’ house in the first place. Mainly just to water the plants, make sure everything was ship shape, that sort of thing.

She had had some sort of contact with them anyway, mainly through their lawyers; She knew her dad was going to be released from jail pretty soon here, and that this meant that her mom was going to return to the states within a few months.

That would be interesting with Andrei back in the city again; one big happy family, that’s what they were, right? She could just see a row happening within the next few weeks between Andrei and their parents. That was how things usually seemed to go. She was lost in thought on these possible future events, so at first she didn’t notice some of the individuals on the street. Unsavory types that didn’t usually hang around here.

She really didn’t need to go through another damsel routine, Naz thought, seeing one of them heading toward her. So she strode confidently forward, playing an odd game of chicken until they came face to face. “Can I help you?” Naz asked, sounding impatient.

“Yeah, maybe get off your high horse, for one.” Was the response of the slightly older looking man. “For two, we’re taking over so ya’d best step off.” Nadezhda looked confused at that statement. “What?” She asked, completely unaware of what he was talking about. “I don’t kn-” before she could explain herself, she was cut off. “Look, we’re expanding our territory, so be a good girl and don’t get in our way.”

“I’m not-” Nadezhda said, trying to explain again that she wasn’t the one in charge of this sort of turf war thing and that inheriting her father’s empire wasn’t her bag. “Are you still trying to throw down with us?” The man said, clearly not caring to hear her explanation. “Uh, no.” Nadezhda said, trying to side-step the guy and clearly not intimidated by the man. “Where d’ya think you’re going?” She found herself blocked on both sides.

Hopefully she could clear things up before this caused a scene, more than it already had.

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 Posted: Mar 8 2017, 04:28 AM
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The house was silent and empty, and had been for months.

Andrei still held the key to his childhood home, and he had let himself into the house in the traditional manner rather than teleporting in. He’d never done it there, and he didn’t want to start now. It felt wrong, almost sneaky, though he couldn’t exactly say why.

Stepping into the house had brought on a faint sense of disquiet, as though he were walking into someone else’s home uninvited. And while he typically would have had no qualms about doing just that, when it was his own childhood home that he seemed to be invading, the sense of foreboding was stronger than he would have imagined. This should have felt more like home, but Andrei felt almost an unwelcome stranger here, and his countenance twisted into an unconscious scowl as he stepped past the threshold and into the dimly lit room beyond. He hadn’t been back here in some time, but it seemed that someone was keeping things presentable around here. His sister, maybe, or maybe one of the maids had stayed on.

For some odd reason, the first thing he’d done was check the fridge, though he knew it must be empty. There was, of course, nothing left in there that wasn’t a condiment. There was some bottled water sitting near the back, and he grabbed one and drank it down. The cold water made his stomach twist uncomfortably, but he ignored it as best he could.

He’d gone into his room, and found it much the same as he had left it. One of the maids and come in to clean it and put everything to rights. Andrei had spent a little time perusing his old things before digging out what he wanted from the bottom drawer of his nightstand, where it was hidden beneath assorted sundries. He stuffed the tiny flash drive into his pocket. After that, he’d gone into his parents’ room, replacing his father’s watch and selecting another one from his impressive collection. He didn’t like this one as much, but the prop would fit Lautrec’s wardrobe well enough.

Andrei lingered longer than he’d wanted, lost in thought. After a while, he turned and went back out the way he’d come. Andrei did not hear the altercation that was brewing outside before he actually stepped out and started walking toward his car. He strolled toward the front of the house, hands in the pockets of his jeans, looking vaguely disquieted.

Andrei’s half-lidded eyes widened slightly to a more acute awareness as he moved casually down the sidewalk, his brows furrowing somewhat as he focused on what was going on ahead of him. He was surprised to see his sister not too far ahead of him. What was more, she had company. Though he could see nothing overtly threatening about the behaviour of the men around her, the way they stood to either side of her, using their bodies to block her path, spoke of a vague threat nonetheless.

He continued toward them at that same casual pace, his expression open and amicable. Who were these men? Had they been around when he’d come here? He didn’t think so. Were they carrying weapons? He thought it just as likely as not, though his eye roved over their silhouettes, checking for any bulges that might indicate a weapon. He couldn’t tell from where he was. He hoped not, but it didn’t stop him from heading in their direction, though he had nothing in the way of a weapon on him.

Fellas!” he called out as he approached, his hands in his pockets as he moved closer, his expression open and amicable, a vague smile on his lips. Andrei’s manner was casual, as though he was strolling up to his sister as she chatted with some friends. He could not yet read whether or not she was uncomfortable or simple chagrined by the attention she was receiving, but other than a quick glance, he kept his attention on the men. He looked pointedly from Nadezhda and back toward the man closest to him.

I don’t think the lady wants to talk to you,” he said, a playful lilt to his tone.

It wasn’t too late for him to play the part of the valiant older sibling, though his sister looked annoyed rather than afraid.

Hey, you got somethin’ to say, why don’t ya say it to me? C’mon, I’m all ears.
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 Posted: Mar 27 2017, 08:02 AM
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Nadezhda almost jumped along with her opponents as Andrei approached, coming from their home. It was hard not to think of it that way, even if she and her brother had moved out long ago. Her dorm was always just a home away from home; to see it so dark and dismal now was also fairly jarring at times. “Andrei, what are you doing here?” Nadezhda asked him, recovering from the shock quickly. The matter at hand, however, were the three gentlemen in front of them now.

If you could call them that, anyhow. They seemed a bit more startled at his appearance than she was. “I thought the other one wasn’t on good terms…” muttered one of the goons off to the side, his eyes darting every which way; he didn’t seem to like the odds now. “Well she doesn’t have to talk, just listen.” The leader of the trio said, his eyes narrowing at Andrei. Nadezhda moved to be slightly behind Andrei, just in case things turned physical. “Besides which, I’d rather her use her mouth for something else.” The leader said, with a slimy grin to cap it off.

Nadezhda looked disgusted at such a suggestion, and the cowardly one definitely looked like he wanted to split now. “Such class you have.” Nadezhda deadpanned in response to the leader’s rapier wit. “Hey, both of you listen, and listen good. There’s gonna be a new boss in town, and it ain’t gonna be your daddy. So you’d best keep on steppin’.” That seemed to be all the leader had to say. She wondered if the man knew how the postal service worked; then again, this was a man who wouldn’t let her tell him that she had nothing to do with the criminal operation.

Nadezhda, however, was more concerned about what her brother might do instead of a vague threat from these guys. “You’ve gone and done it now,” Nadezhda said with a sigh. While the more morally correct thing to do would be to take the high road, she just wasn’t that good. Seven hail mary’s at the church later should make up for this. “Though it’s surprising you’re still alive, since you don’t seem to have a brain beneath that thick skull.” It took a minute for her insult to kick in, though by this point she figured that it would be two on...well, two. One and a half, really.

Maybe she should invest in some self-defense classes, like her father had asked her to do months ago.

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Whaaat, I’m not allowed to visit home now and again?” he said cheerfully to Dez, knowing that she would see through his vague reasoning instantly.

He never came home unless he had a specific reason to do so, but now was hardly the time to discuss why he’d decided to show up here. Assuming these men really had come here in an attempt to bully and intimidate rather than kill them, chances were they could just talk about it later. Andrei was satisfied with making his presence known here- there was no need to escalate. He hadn’t started out wanting to fight, and so he was all playful smiles as he approached the group, dark eyes flicking from one person to the other as he sized them up, neither anticipating nor discounting the prospect of a fight. One looked nervous. That was good, if things went south.

But they hadn’t done anything, yet. And if they had a message to deliver, let them do so. Andrei certainly had a few things he’d like to say to them himself, and the idea that they’d come here on behalf of some other half-assed, low class thug was laughable.

One man carried himself as the leader of the small band, the one that spoke to Andrei directly as he moved into their midst, stepping forward so that the men would have no choice but to focus on him. Andrei didn’t look aggressive or threatening, only attentive, and was vaguely aware of Dez moving in to stand just behind him. That was fine. He’d been half expecting her to tell him to mind his own business and let her attend to his own affairs, and was glad that she let him take the forefront on this one. It was the least he could do.

He continued to smile at the boss of the trio in a way that was pleasant and altogether discordant with the situation he’d found himself in. But the man who’d answered him continued to speak, suggesting something lewd about Nadezhda that caused Andrei’s smile to dim significantly, all of the humor fleeing from his eyes, his lips turned up in the suggestion of a grin that took on a martial edge. “Heh,” he said, though the joke was no longer funny. He kept his eyes on the other man’s, wondering if he’d deliberately meant to provoke, or if he really was so inane and crass that he would honestly say that to a woman, and mean it. Andrei shifted gears then, though outwardly there was no change, save for his expression. He had never sought to placate, but there might have been room for negotiation. There might have been room to talk.

Now, there was nothing left to say. Now, someone was just going to get hurt.

Andrei had been in enough fights to know his way around a brawl, and he’d done his fair share of hitting people over the years for one reason or another. He was comfortable with violence.

Three-on-one weren’t good odds, even if the men didn’t have weapons. Nadezhda wouldn’t stand around and watch him get beaten to death, but he didn’t particularly want her to have to fight if she didn’t have to. It was there that coherent thought left him and anger and aggression took him, and he stopped concerning himself with what might happen, wanting only to act.

Andrei gave no outward sign of what he intended. He merely acted, curling his fingers into a fist and striking out at the man in front of him all in one explosive, violent motion. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Andrei wondered if he could actually knock the man’s teeth down his throat, make him choke on them. There was enough power behind the strike, though his aim wasn’t right- a fractured or broken jaw was more likely from that angle, and Andrei wouldn’t have been displeased with that particular result. Hopefully, he could take this jackass out of the fight early on, so that he could focus on one of the other two men that remained. If his first opponent was down, even for a moment, that would make things easier.



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 Posted: Apr 17 2017, 07:30 AM
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Naz did indeed pick up on his reasoning and frowned ever so slightly; when this was over and done with, she’d badger him about his reason for coming home. Andrei was not the one who particularly had many good memories of their home in the first place, she would guess. He was always one who liked to be contrary and do what he liked. Usually, it was insufferable but being Andrei, somehow he made it endearing.

The trio in front of them didn’t quite know what to make of such a leisurely and unconcerned person. Andrei came across as quite amenable and they were confused. This sort of flippancy as a reaction was not something they were used to, but their stalwart leader took charge. He was not going to be intimidated by a snake oil salesman. Keeping his crew in line and under his charge was key, and that meant he had to talk a tough game.

Not that whoever they worked for or were was at all near the league of their father’s business. Perhaps if they were from another organized crime branch, but then that hadn’t occurred as of yet and other mobsters would not send an envoy in this manner at first. Nadezhda was aware of the part of her that wished to be defiant and tell her brother she could stick up for herself, but she quashed it. He evened odds here and as stupid as it was, the thugs on the street would probably rather disappear into the night than pick a fight.

And then, one of them just had to open his big fat mouth. Before she could even see the full shift in gears with her brother, a punch had been thrown and the jittery one straight up ran away. Good thing he was a coward. The other one was still in shock and the leader groaned in pain, clutching his jaw.

Boys. They were altogether stupid, but it was sweet of Andrei to care. She didn’t, since this wasn’t the first time a man had said something like this to her, though perhaps the first time she’d heard it in person. What was always truly baffling was the reaction one got when you politely rejected a man. Suddenly, you were a ‘whore’.

Which, considering the context, made no sense. But yes, there were men that stupid in the world. Nadezhda kept an eye on the fight brewing and heads were turning, phones up and recording and someone with a shred of decency calling the cops. Boys in blue meant bad news for these two, not that they particularly cared. The second one recovered enough to take a wild swing at Andrei.

She stood behind, hoping to pull Andrei back before he did stuff he didn’t need to do, like kick them some more. Several more blows and the other was down, the first still cradling his jaw, looking up at them, before deciding to skedaddle away as well. Andrei seemed the least hurt, but he was still injured.

“Now why’d you go and do that? I mean, it was sweet of you to punch him for my honor.” Naz said, looking over her brother to see that he was still intact. “Still, though, there are better ways. I think.” She paused. “Nah, I kind of wanted to punch him myself.” Satisfied with Andrei’s health, she stepped back. “Now, what were you doing, being home? I didn’t think you were a fan.” She asked him, not beating around the bush at all.

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The one guy who’d looked nervous did Andrei a tremendous favor by bolting as soon as things turned violent, tipping the odds slightly more toward even, though he still didn’t like his chances, especially if these two men had any sort of training in martial arts. But his fist had connected with the first goon’s face, and he heard a yelp of pain and felt a sharp pain in his own hand as well. Had he just broken his fucking hand?

He didn’t have time to ponder it. Andrei might have done poorly had he not managed to get in a good blow before the others could act, and the last man didn’t give him too much trouble. The guy was a brawler, same as he, and though Andrei was reluctant to use his right hand- the one that might have been broken- he was able to get in a few good shots. The other man did as well, landing a glancing blow on Andrei’s cheekbone and his gut, but Andrei was able to kick the man’s leg out from under him before the guy was able to tackle him. A couple more punches to the face dazed him, and in the end, he was hauled away by his friend.

Andrei was breathing hard, and sweat dampened his brow. Dez spoke, but he didn’t look at her, taking inventory of his injuries. He was going to have a black eye, probably, and his lip was split and bleeding, and beginning to swell. His right hand throbbed painfully in a way it probably shouldn’t have been. It was inconvenient. He had places to be, and a part to play to maintain the persona he had created for himself. He couldn’t easily explain away his injuries, because Lautrec did everything he could to avoid a physical conflict. What was he to say to any clients he had to meet?

Andrei’s gaze snapped back to his sister when she asked why he’d come home. He’d been watching the men slink off like a couple of whipped dogs, only barely listening to what she said as the blood pounding in his ears began to subside and the wider world around him came into focus as adrenaline lifted its influence on him. Only when he looked away did he realize that they were being watched, and that several enterprising individuals had decided to record the event for their own personal entertainment. He was going to be very annoyed if any of this popped up on YouTube. He scowled and looked down, raising one arm to wipe blood off of his sleeve and backing sulkily away from his sister as she tried to see to his injuries, as though not wanting to admit that he was hurt.

What,” he said to her, incredulity spoken in a flat tone. “All of that just happened, some jerkasses tried to, I dunno, intimidate you or. Whatever the hell that was supposed to be, and. Pretty sure I broke my hand on that dude’s face. And you wanna talk about why I’m home. Really.

His sentences were short, clipped, partly due to adrenaline and partly due to pain.

Playing the hero kind of hurt.
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 Posted: May 5 2017, 07:55 AM
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He backed away from her as she tried to look him over, sulking. Nadezhda was not in any mood to be sympathetic to this. “We can do this the easy or the hard way, and if it’s the hard way I will drag you over to the ER if I have to knock you out myself.” She said, acutely aware of the attention they’d attracted.

Not good. Publicity was bad for them at this moment, and she could see the tabloids now. “And you were very brave and bold to protect me from them.” She said, with only a tinge of sarcasm to her tone. That all changed the second he said he was seriously injured. “You broke your hand?! Nadezhda questioned him, all traces of her previous mocking gone.

She was only slightly annoyed that he was being sarcastic now. “Well up until you mentioned it, I didn’t think you’d broken anything.” Which sounded bad, coming from her, but she was desensitized to the sounds of bones cracking nowadays, and it had all happened so fast, she’d barely had time to register it. “We need to go to a hospital, right now.” She stated, immediately going to call for help. “Unless you want it heal all wrong and mangled, which I’m sure you don’t.” She mentioned, though more out of concern for his health than anything else.

She wasn’t letting him go off on his own and lick his wounds, not with that serious of an injury. “Well, at least the bone isn’t poking through your skin. Is it your palm or just a couple of fingers?” She asked him. The people were beginning to disperse, with only one or two being brave enough to try to come over, but a well placed look from her sent them scampering off.

The less attention, the better. At least she could tell him the big news in a place where he wasn’t likely to stalk off in a huff. “C’mon, let’s go. I’m driving.” She looked at him, clearly waiting for him to follow. “Do you….want anything for the pain?” She asked, used to having painkillers on hand. It would help a bit, she was sure.

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Dez put her foot down when he backed away from her, giving a choice between doing things the easy way- her way, no doubt- or the difficult way- which he was willing to be was just her way, but with lots of whining and petulant behavior on his end. He much preferred the latter route, because he would at least have something to do while Dez was being absolutely awful to him.

Pfft, wanna see you try,” he muttered, though there was no heat or anger in his words, and it anything, it would have amused him greatly to see her carry out that particular threat. He had a fleeting image of her dragging him into the hospital by the collar of his shirt and smirked, though the gesture brought a little jolt of pain from his lip.

And now she was worried about him, and all it had taken was a possibly broken bone. When she told him they needed to get to a hospital, Andrei stiffened and leaned back from her, and it was clear from his expression that the idea of going to a hospital for his injuries didn’t sit well with him. Andrei had been hurt before in his line of work, typically when assisting his business partner. Going to someone who did the work without making a record of it was more convenient. Dez’s attention turned elsewhere briefly, and Andrei realized he could feel a prickle of someone approaching somewhere off to his left, but his sister’s pointed look had already sent them scurrying.

I dunno,” he said when she asked, incredulously, if he’d broken his hand. “Palm I think.” He raised his arm, holding his hand out with the palm facing upward, his brows knitted in concern. He’d broken bones before, and while he had been young when it had happened, he remembered the pain well enough. This didn’t feel quite as bad as when he’d broken his arm in his youth, but it still wasn’t something he wanted to mess around with. He didn’t want the bone, the meta-something, to set wrong.

She asked if he wanted anything for the pain, and Andrei knew the sort of painkiller he craved. He could use a drink right now, something to knock him out so that he didn’t have to think about what he’d done, or about his stupid probably-broken hand, or about those thugs that he and Dez now had to watch out for.

I bet it would be manlier if I said nah, I can deal with it, ‘cuz I’m a man of the manliest variety, but I would absolutely love something to take the edge off. Preferably scotch.” His expression implied he doubted she would get it for him, however, and he continued without missing a beat:

Anyway, no hospitals,” he said sulkily, and was aware that he sounded like an oversized child and not caring. “I mean, I need to see someone, but I would rather not drag my ass to a hospital. I don’t need that in my life. And I sort of, uh, I sort of know a guy who can help. Without all the, y’know, paperwork, and possibly publicity. The less official, the better."
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“Oh you do, do you? I’m not to be trifled with.” Naz said dryly in response to his muttered comment, though there was nothing she could really do if he resisted her attempts physically; she might be a dancer and all that, but Andrei was still quite a bit taller than her and stronger than her.

So it would take much longer and with a lot of cajoling on her part and whining or complaining on his.

“What?” Nadezhda said, looking at him strangely. Why was this a rejection? They had the health care coverage, so they didn’t have that to worry about. Everything from his body language told her that he didn’t want to do. “You know Alcohol is better for sterilizing things than killing your pain, right?” Naz stated, but she decided the best place to go clear all this up was their home. She indicated for him to follow her, as she still had a key.

“You’re a font of information, truly.” Naz said sarcastically in response to that, but she’d go with his judgment on the matter.

“There should be some in the house.” She said matter of factly. She wasn’t going to go and get it exactly, but going inside would keep prying eyes and ears out of their business. Better to keep this as quiet as possible.

When Andrei said no hospitals, Naz immediately asked, “Why?” As the explanation continued, there was a feeling in her stomach, a gut instinct that told her he was keeping something from her. The fact that he wanted a back door doctor was not something that most people requested, but the reasons he listed were believable. Still, it was unnerving that he ‘knew a guy’ already, someone who was willing to just take care of that little problem.

After what would seem like a really long pause, she relented. After all, he knew as well as she did that he was an adult and could do what he wanted, and they were both stubborn as hell. “Okay, then I’m coming with you. I know a lot about broken bones anyway.” She added. He wasn’t going to get rid of her easily, either.

Besides, if she met the doctor, she might get more insights into just what was going on.

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