Realistic or Modern glory && gore.

[nymphadora.]

❝ GLORY && GORE. ❞

we're in the ring and we're coming for blood.

[ a private one x one between nymphadora. + ShadyAce ]

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[ShadyAce]

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[div class=bar][/div][div class=title]CHIARA DE LUCA[/div]

It'd been what? A week? A week since she'd flown into Las Vegas.

On a whim, the young female and her high school friends had decided on a reunion - in Las Vegas, of all places in the world. They could only afford a small flat far out of the way from the strip, with their scraped together funds - which Chiara had to go searching through couch cushions and beg her siblings for any spare change in order to contribute.

Chiara sat in a tight booth of the local diner, wringing her wrists, and occasionally pressing her fingers against her temple, as though it did anything to ease the throbbing of her head. She glanced up as a woman brought a coffee over, placing it in front of Chiara before scurrying off to deal with a customer squaking at god knows what.

Chiara sipped at the coffee, cradling the cup in both hands. How had it ended like this? She could only remember waking up in a hotel room, alone, and with most of her belongings missing, save for her clothing and maybe a hundred dollars in total. Ditching the last of her coffee behind, Chiara shoved her hands in her pockets, walking aimlessly. She'd been left stranded in the maze of casinos and scams, with no money and no way to contact anyone.

"Hey, princess."

The female glanced up, at a man at least twenty years her senior. She realized now she was away from public sight, in what people would dub the 'bad part of town'.

"Do you speak or what?" The male asked impatiently, stepping forward. She recognized the fervor in his voice, and his eyes.

Chiara was now slowly backing into a dark alley, reminiscent of the ones in nightmares. Unidentified gas poored out of rusty old pipes connected like puzzle pieces up the walls. Her eyes soon refocused on the thug in front of her, when it was clear her surroundings were of no use. Finally, each slow step resulted in her back running into the wall, and her palms pressed apprehensively beside her.

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[nymphadora.]

—— puck j. wright !

where: alley way.
outfit: here.
tag: ShadyAce

"Doscientos, dos cincuenta,"

With steady eyes, Puck quietly counted under his breath as he wandered down the streets of Las Vegas. The city of lights were always offering, but like the house at a casino, they were always taking as well. Puck learnt that the hard way after the death of his grandmother, no one cared or pitied a grieving boy when it came to money. His mechanical skills were never enough to pay the bills, and even the money he had saved up for a trip back to Madrid quickly disappeared as soon as he opened the jar.

He was getting desperate for money, and no one was willing to hire a high school drop out. Puck's friend, however, offered him an opportunity of a lifetime.

"It's kinda like fight club, but like, rich people bet on you and you get some of the betting money."
"You know how fight club ended, right?"
"Yeah, dumbass, it's completely safe though."

So with his left hook and internalised rage, Puck thrived in the dirty boxing rings. While the burning lamps shined on him and his opponent, bruises bloomed and money was lost. While it wasn't very legal, Puck was able to keep up with life's responsibilities.

As he wandered through the crowd of dispersing tourists, the bright lights of welcoming casinos prying for loaded wallets, Puck swore he heard a voice from the alleyway. The male shoved the money into his jacket's left pocket and slowed down his pace. As he reached the edge of the alley's opening, his eyebrows furrowed together at what was happening. Puck's right hand formed a tight fist, the bruises from his earlier fight had begun to appear over his knuckles, which Puck didn't particularly cared about. He waited for the perfect moment as he crawled against the brick wall, hiding within the dark shadows as the old man crept closer.

With one swift motion, Puck aimed and collided with the man's jaw, knocking him down to the dirty ground. "Fuck." He murmured under his breath, shaking his fist open as pain rushed through. Puck glared at the unconscious man before gazing towards his unfortunate victim, "You alright?" He asked bluntly, shoving his bruised and slightly bloody hand into his jacket.

 

[ShadyAce]

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[div class=bar][/div][div class=title]CHIARA DE LUCA[/div]

Chiara steeled herself. She knew how to throw a punch, living with siblings with no parental supervision resulted in childish fights which often ended in crying and bruises. This was surely not much different. She just had to-

The sickening sound that came with a punch echoed through the silent alley as the older man tumbled to the ground. "Shit!" Chiara attempted to shift backwards, but the wall was still pressed firmly behind her, resulting in a slight flinch. A breath slipped through her lips, and she felt the tension of adrenaline melt away. This is certainly not how she foresaw the legendary Las Vegas to be. Chiara watched cautiously as the male shook out his hand, before shoving it out of sight. Where had he even come from?

She glanced down at the now unconscious man, overly thankful she was out of the situation. Completely disregarding his question, Chiara crossed her arms, muttering. "I was just about to do that." Out of anything in the world, it was probably being helped that she had come to despise the most. It made her feel weak and useless, and for that reason, she avoided the male's eyes. After a few quiet moments she glanced up, letting her arms fall to her sides. "Thank you, I'm fine... but are you okay?" her slight Italian accent lacing her words.

Chiara stepped forward tentatively, reaching for the man's hand he'd tucked away. "Will you let me have a look?" She was no doctor, or nurse for that matter, but her oldest brother was a doctor, and getting into fights often meant Chiara knew more about wounds than she should. And she wanted to help the man who'd help her - for she couldn't really repay in any other way, and she'd feel guilty otherwise.

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[nymphadora.]

—— puck j. wright !

where: alley way.
outfit: here.
tag: ShadyAce

“I was just about to do that.”

Puck raised an eyebrow at the woman, his eyes flickering up and down before meeting with hers once more. He could hear the accent awfully drip from her words as she spoke. It reminded him of a time where his voice was the same, where he would stumble between the two languages — and he still did on occasion — but Puck lost his spanish twang once he stopped speaking Spanish out loud.

“But you didn’t.” He struck back, his words sounded harsher than intended but then again, Puck was already tired and sore from earlier in the night. Silence fell between the two and the world happily moved on without them. A pin could’ve been heard if the sounds of the crowds, laughing outside, and the heaving pipes weren’t surrounding them.

Puck watched as the woman took a step forward closer to him, asking if she could see his hand. He had the easy advantage of towering over her, like he did with most people, but the assertiveness that came out of nowhere almost shocked him. Where was that a moment earlier? “Wait, what-“

Before he could retaliate, Puck found her hand on his lower arm and pulling out his hidden fist. He kept a steady face as the woman studied his hand. The pain wasn’t terrible if he didn’t focus on it. Bruises were piled on top of old bruises, Puck couldn’t even recognise his own skin with the mix of green and purple that blended together. An awkward half-smile grew from his lips as he “I’m fine really, I’ve been through worse.”

His words were sincere, he had been through words, but at least he had a stack of cash sitting in his pocket.

 

[ShadyAce]

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[div class=bar][/div][div class=title]CHIARA DE LUCA[/div]

"Only because you did it first." Chiara rolled her eyes, with her head tilted upwards. Her eyes then refocused on the hand she now cradled in her own, bruises littered the hand, Chiara could hardly see the tones of his normal skin. She muttered curses under her breath, and in her mother tongue.

It reminded her of all her older brothers, and a nostalgic smile crept on her lips. She'd often help patch them up, because the de Luca children were attracted to an unhealthy amount of conflict. Even though each child was now grown up and had gone their separate ways, they all still resided in Italy and ensured the others were safe often. God, Chiara was ready to go home. She just needed a phone, maybe she could ask this guy... but the bruises made her believe it was a bad idea to trust him.

"I'm fine really, I've been through worse."

Chiara's head shot up, her eyes widening as she stared up at the male. "You what?" This was some of the worst bruising she'd seen, especially for a hand. Chiara didn't understand why, but looking at him, she felt pure concern. Who was used to bruises like this? Her hellish trip so far did not seem so terrible anymore. Whilst she didn't remember what happened, Chiara, as far as she was aware wasn't hurt. "Why? How often do you punch people?"

A grunt interrupted her thoughts and Chiara glanced down at the older male, who she'd completely forgotten about in the few short moments. The body was still motionless, but the sound was enough to make her look like a spooked deer as she looked at him crumpled on the cement. "On second thought, let's not stay here." She stepped over the limp body of the older man, followed by slipping past the other male to the exit of the alley.

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[nymphadora.]

—— puck j. wright !

where: city streets.
outfit: here.
tag: ShadyAce

A hint of a grin grew on the male’s lip. He only knew the woman for — at best — five minutes and she was already concerned. It was sweet, really, but Puck wasn’t going to tell her why he had a gallery of bruises, for all he knew, she was a cop who was too afraid of punching. With a lazy eyebrow raised, a soft chuckle escaped Puck’s lips as he spoke. “Would you believe me if I said I was a superhero?”

Before Puck earn a reply from the woman, or even a glance, the sound of unconscious body grunted. He didn’t realise how hard he had collided with the creep but with the dim lights that illuminated the street, it looked much worse than Puck thought it would. He quickly followed after the woman, easily stepping over the body with his long legs and swiftly left the man behind. Puck wasn’t stressed about the police finding the body, he’ll be able to walk off the pain, hopefully.

With his fists shoved in his pockets once more, Puck jogged to catch up with the woman’s fast pace. Puck stole glances when the woman wasn’t looking, she looked very lost. His facial features softened as he glanced down at the concrete pathway underneath him. After a long moment of silence, Puck broke the silence between them.

“Have you got a place to stay? A friend to call maybe?” He asked, keeping his footsteps in time with hers.

 

[ShadyAce]

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Once the pair had gotten away from the man, and were now walking side-by-side along the path, Chiara finally responded to his question. "No, not for a second. I'd have to be an idiot." Whilst her tone was sharp, a grin spread on her lips to accompany the sidelong glance. Who did this guy think he was? She shook her head, the smile never leaving her face for a moment.

Chiara continued to walk alongside the man in silence, her head hanging down to watch her feet moving along the pavement. It was getting deeper into the night, colder, and she felt so overwhelmed. The young woman just wanted to go home, but her missing possessions disallowed that. How could she go home with no passport? Chiara wrapped her arms around herself, subduing the goosebumps beginning to form along her exposed skin. Fuck Las Vegas. Fuck this.

Chiara's head shot up and her arms dropped to her side as the male spoke, pulling her out of her thoughts. Chiara, of course, didn't answer the question. Instead she answered with one of her own. "What makes you think I don't?" By all means, Chiara intended her tone to be level, but when she spoke, it came out harsh and defensive. In an effort to counteract her clearly distressed response, Chiara fumbled over her words, "I'm Chiara, by the way." before adding, in a more composed manner, "And you are?"

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[nymphadora.]

—— puck j. wright !

where: city streets.
outfit: here.
tag: ShadyAce

Puck’s feet planted firmly on the ground once the woman retorted back at him. Was that a rude question to ask? Fuck. He didn’t mean to come off abrasive, or even sarcastic, he only wanted to help. Vegas can -- and is -- a scary place, Puck learnt that the hard way. Behind the bright neon lights, and injected smiles, there was a lot wrong with the city and Puck was very familiar with it. A faint look of surprised dashed across his features, almost ready to put his hands up and defend his innocence. “I-“

His words were cut off, not like he had much to say anyway, as the woman introduced herself as Chiara. It was a pretty name, nothing like the American ones he had heard before. Like, Bianca, or Jennifer, it was definitely new and almost reminded Puck of a spice. Puck’s face softened as Chiara composed herself, asking who he was. For a beat, Puck almost forgot his name, his mind was too busy admiring her name. With a soft "oh right" muttered under his breath, his lips formed a boyish smile.

“Puck, like the play."

Like the play? Puck had never introduced himself that way, usually people would assumed naturally, but the male was too caught up in his own little world to filter his words. He scolded at himself, internally, and continued on, testing the name on his tongue as he spoke calmly. "Nice to meet you, Chiara. Did you need a place to stay or not?"

 

[ShadyAce]

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[div class=bar][/div][div class=title]CHIARA DE LUCA[/div]

Chiara was glad the the male despite beginning to protest, didn't decide to mock or mention her outburst. In the past, such a thing honestly only made it worse - Chiara had never truly kept her emotions properly in check. Whether that was because of her lack of a parental figure, Chiara didn't know. Either way, Chiara's practice and efforts seemed to not change how she appeared to people on her first meeting.

Chiara smirked, laying her accent thick on her words to emphasise her foreigner status. "Puck? Like that thing they use in Canada? Is it hockey?" She laughed loudly, before the name began to settle in her head. Puck. She'd only ever heard of the name in the play of course, and had never imagined someone would wear it in the world today. Why was this guy becoming stranger, and yet more interesting every second Chiara spent with him? He wasn't utterly dull, nor daft it seemed. He actually knew Shakespeare. Chiara felt she found a friend in Puck, even if it would only be until she could return home.

"Did you need a place to stay or not?" The question still caused Chiara to feel a pang in her chest.

"Yes." Chiara's eyes fell towards the ground, as she felt heat creep onto her cheeks. She kept her head down, if only to avoid eye contact. "Only if you're offering of course. I don't want to be rude."

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[nymphadora.]

—— puck j. wright !

where: puck's apartment.
outfit: here.
tag: ShadyAce

A lopsided smile replaced the grin on Puck's lips, revealing a sliver of his teeth as Chiara made her accent more noticeable than before and asked if it was hockey. She was definitely an interesting woman and Puck's curiosity was intrigued, if she was capable of handling herself, how the hell did she end up in an alleyway with such a creep? His eyebrows knitted together as he stretched his arms, his hands still in his jacket, as a laugh escaped unnoticed. "I think it might be tennis, actually." He replied back, a playful tone laced in his voice.

"Yeah, of course," He mused, his playful voice soothed into a softer, more relaxed voice as he spoke. Puck's dark eyes flickered back and forth, from the slate grey pavement to small, secret glances of Chiara glancing at the ground. "My apartment isn't far from here, just a few blocks down." Puck pointed out, his arm stretched over his shoulder as he tried his best to hide a yawn. The last few events had drained Puck from all his energy; first the fight, walking home, then playing superhero for a stranger with a pretty name. "C'mon." He nodded and lead the way home.

It only took ten minutes, at best, to arrive home and as much as Puck wanted to know about how Chiara ended up in such a sticky situation, he couldn't wait for bed. With a flick of a switch, Puck's loft apartment lit up with life. The place wasn't terribly messy, however there were still a few dishes in the sink, leftover take-out from the night before and Puck had forgotten to flip up some of the photo frames he had on his shelf. "Home, sweet home." Puck mused to himself as he chucked his jacket on the couch and dumped his keys on the hallway table.

"Make yourself at home." Puck shrugged, "did you want anything to drink? eat maybe?" The male headed to the fridge to see what he had to munch on. A disappointed look danced across his face for a moment at the depressing emptiness of his fridge, he had go shopping soon. At least he had some easy ready-made drinks to offer. Puck propped himself against the island counter and half-smiled, "Uh, you can take my bed, I'll crash on the couch."

 

[ShadyAce]

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[div class=bar][/div][div class=title]CHIARA DE LUCA[/div]

Chiara grinned widely, "Tennis! How could I forget?" She hoped the sports joke wouldn't go much further, for she didn't know anything beyond what equipment was used to play a sport. Chiara glanced around, the lights of the city glittering all around. Las Vegas hadn't been kind to her thus far, but that could change.

Chiara folded her arms over her chest, looking over to Puck as he spoke. Chiara merely nodded at his statements, glad to be having a roof over her head for the night. The next couple minutes were spent in silence as the pair walked, with Chiara following Puck's lead. She had a slight smile on her face, but it was beginning to dawn on her how emotionally tired she was. The day had certainly gotten better, in the span of twenty minutes at least.

Chiara stepped tentatively into the apartment, her nose screwing up as she scanned the area. It wasn't that messy, but it would be tidier if it was her apartment.

"Make yourself at home."

Puck was overly generous, but Chiara didn't feel comfortable eating his food freely. "No, I'm alright. Not hungry." She walked further into the apartment, as Puck leaned casually against the kitchen's island.

"Oh, are you sure? I'm already invading your space so much." Chiara moved around the spacious apartment, sitting on the couch. She sat still and silent for a beat, "On second thought, I'll gladly take the bed."

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