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Individual
Character's full name: Sonoma Varga.
Alias/ Nickname/ Code name: Sonny, always Sonny.
Gender: Female.
Age: Twenty-seven.
Date of Birth: 12/21/1985
Birthplace/ Home/ Place of origin: Born in the Southeast quadrant of the District of Columbia. Currently living in the Bronx, New York.
Nationality: American.
Ethnicity/ Cultural Heritage: Half Hungarian, half Miwok Indian.
Appearance
Hair color and style:
Proudly representing her culture has always been a main priority in Sonny’s life. With her mother born on a Miwok reservation in southern California, it was incredibly important to keep where she came from close to her and that branched out to Sonny, who, like most native women of many different tribes, keeps her hair long and has never touched it with a box of dye, meaning the deep, close-to-black hue is unadulterated. Her locks reach about two and a half to three inches past her shoulder blades and, since her hair is naturally very thick and has a slight curl thanks to her father, she keeps her layers feathered to make sure the style is sleek and weightless. Sonny never wears her hair in a ponytail – she can’t stand the tangles – and so, her hair is either straightened or left with its natural wave. She doesn’t put much effort into it, it’s a waste of time, but if she has an extra few minutes to get ready, she’ll run a flat-iron through it instead of just a comb.
Skin Tone:
Sonny’s skin is somewhere in between pale and tan – an indescribable color that is caused by her mixed heritage. In the summer and spring, her tone darkens to a camel or a fallow shade, while in the fall and winter, and depending on how much sun she received in the previous seasons, her skin tone is either wheat or fawn.
Eye Color:
There’s more green surrounding her pupils than brown, and Sonny refuses to believe her eyes are hazel. This, however, is just her being stubborn – her eye color is hazel, a direct influence from her mother’s genes, since her father’s eyes are blue.
Height:
Standing at approximately five feet, eleven inches, she is a giant when compared to her mother (who barely reaches five foot, four inches), but an ant compared to her father (who is well past six feet tall).
Build:
With broad shoulders and what could be considered a barrel chest, it is clear that Sonny is Eastern European. Her arms are long, but not gangly, and appear rather proportionate to her body given her height. There’s a slight bit of muscle beneath her flesh, but it’s nothing too noticeable, since exercise is an uncommon factor in her life. Her legs are also long and quite thick – her hips are wide and even though she appears incredibly masculine, she still has some feminine attributes, albeit subtly, mixed with how she is built. Sonny isn’t, whatsoever, thin – her diet is mainly fast food and grease and heavy, foreign meals. Her stomach doesn’t cave into her spine but it doesn’t protrude overtop of her belt. For lack of a better term, her abdomen is flat, but it’s clear that she doesn’t starve herself. Truthfully, Sonny could care less about her weight, and she’s stays at around one-hundred and sixty pounds.
Aside from her body, Sonny’s face is very distinct. The sides of her jaw are square and as the line draws closer to her chin, it becomes rather smooth and turns into more of a circular shape. Her cheekbones are high and she managed to retain a bit of her baby fat (thanks to her poor diet), meaning that she doesn’t look flushed or disturbingly skeletal in the face. Her eyes are wide and not too far apart from each other, and lined with thick lashes and, more often than not, have dark circles beneath them from lack of sleep. Her eyebrows are arched and match the color of her hair and lashes and she keeps them thin and well-groomed. Her nose is broad and, ever so slightly, turns upward, giving it a ‘button’-like look. Her lips are somewhere between full and thin, with the bottom and top being the same size. A ‘pouty’ expression is very hard for her to achieve because of this.
Visible mutation: (not applicable)
Scars/ Tattoos/ Piercings: (not applicable)
Other features:
Due to her age and stress level, she has visible crows feet beside her eyes and ‘smile lines’ next to her mouth.
Everyday clothing style:
Because of her job, it is necessary for Sonny to look professional. Tailored suits and blazers and the occasional dress or skirt are common in her closet, along with heels that add onto her height and make her even more than a giant than she is by default. Always in black, grey, or white, there isn’t much variety with her clothes, but Sonny makes sure to always look her best, and even though she might appear rather disheveled when it comes to her lack of make-up and carelessness with her hair, her outfits are never tacky or poorly pieced together.
Uniform: (not applicable)
Sleepwear:
Sonny possesses absolutely no shame, and while in the comfort of her own home and bedroom, the only way she can sleep comfortably is while wearing her intimates or, if she’s feeling extra daring that night, nothing at all. If she has company, which is rare, since Sonny hardly allows her landlord to enter her apartment, she will show a bit of decency and find a pair of sweatpants and a tank top to wear – but otherwise, she believes that less is better.
Miscellaneous clothing:
When she’s not trying to make an impression on those seeking her advice for what to do when they’re burying a loved one, Sonny is, more often than not, in a pair of jeans that appear to be painted on, lace-up boots, a plain tee-shirt, and a worn, leather jacket. When this isn’t an option, a sweater and a pair of Nikes will suffice, but there isn’t a lot of variety when it comes to her wardrobe. She’s very picky with her style and knows what looks good on her. She’s had the same ‘fashion sense’ since she was in high school and refuses to change it. She likes being mundane – drawing attention to herself because of how she looks isn’t something she likes to do – if she wants to be noticed, she can do that by running her mouth.
Character
Personality:
Born to a Hungarian syndicate boss, Otto Agoston Varga, and a Miwok Indian woman, Avasa Yenene Varga, whose sole purpose was to keep her daughter’s father out of a grave and out of jail, Sonny was born with a diamond-encrusted silver spoon in her mouth and spoiled to the point of perpetual rottenness. Considered a gift to the family name, even though she wasn’t a male and couldn’t take on the family business (Otto had plans to arrange a marriage between her and the son of one of his men or, perhaps, a younger prospect, but Sonny’s extreme defiance shattered that dream as soon as she was old enough to discover his agenda), she was raised to believe she was superior to a majority of the population. Because of this, chewing people up and spitting them out is not only a hobby but, apparently a full time job for Sonoma. Blatantly offensive a majority of the time, Sonny also has a talent with being a passive-aggressive jerk and revels in crushing egos. Disinterested and detached when it comes to most social activities, it’s difficult to grab her attention and even more difficult to hold onto it. Her attitude is incredibly hard to swallow – it takes a person with nerves of steel to even tolerate her, but if someone has succeeded with getting on her good side, she will make an attempt to be as cordial as possible.
That doesn’t mean she’ll be nice, however. To her, there’s a very thick line that separates the definition of cordial and nice,, and there’s no telling her otherwise. No one is safe from her harsh ridicule, occasional jokes, and snide remarks, but if she shows at least a modicum of interest, the possibility of decent conversation without hurt feelings is surprisingly large, but it’s nothing to bet money on.
Sonny is incredibly work-focused and spends more time at her place of business than she does at her own home. This can equally be blamed on the fact that she is also a heavy drinker and, whenever she gives herself a break, can be found at a bar enjoying an obligatory Irish Car Bomb. She believes that drinking her weight in liquor is justified given the fact that she works herself to the bone, and she has been known to aggressively correct a person if they imply that her habit of inhaling shot after shot is disheartening. Truthfully, the word aggressive is a reoccurring theme when it comes to the woman. Having been raised by a cold, emotionless man and his strict, demanding counterpart, she is convinced that she is just as untouchable as her father and has an ego to boot. Sonny is arrogant and believes that she is the best there is – there is no exception. She is domineering and a total control freak, to the point where if something doesn’t go her way, she becomes very anxious (shortness of breath and sweaty palms are all too common in this situation) and highly irritated. Sonny has a difficult time sucking up her immense pride, and any instance where she is even slightly amiable towards a person should be cherished like the planets aligning overtop the Pyramids of Giza.
Unlike some people, Sonny has no grasp on censorship. Filters are nonexistent with her and she will speak without any forethought. In her youth, it was rare for her to have consequences after her actions and because of this she believes she can get away with just about anything. She’s entitled to always give her opinion and could care less who she offends or puts off – it’s not her problem to deal with if someone doesn’t like her. After being on earth for so long, she has seen a lot of faces and met many people, but hasn’t forged a relationship with someone outside of her family (including her father’s men). She’s impatient, demanding, and easy to bore, which explains her substantial lack of allies.
But, just because she is incredibly shut-off and distant doesn’t mean she isn’t capable of jokes. Sarcasm isn’t a lost art form for Sonny – but dark humor doesn’t sit well with most. Because of this, she sometimes has to explain that she isn’t being serious, which causes her to, simply, steer clear of any sort of enthusiasm and remain her usual stoic self.
It all boils down to one simply point: Sonny is abrasive, no doubt about it, but she is also an adult, and knows when to tone down her diva-esque tendencies if someone is making a genuine effort to get to know her, or if someone is a bigger asshole than she is.
Hobbies/ Interests:
Sonny doesn’t allow herself to have much free time, and the only bit of rest and relaxation she gets is when she’s attempting to drown herself at a local bar. When this isn’t happening, Sonny enjoys reading (The Great Gatsby and Cogun’s Trade are two novels she could recite verbatim) and will spend her days off watching the Tuner Classic Movies channel, with A Streetcar named Desire being one of her favorite films. One of her more undesirable hobbies is indulging in promiscuity – again, Sonny has no shame and is more than willing to put up with someone solely because they are phenomenal at what she believes to be their sole asset: fulfilling her carnal pleasure. She never allows anyone into her own home to ensure fast, easy exits without morning-after awkwardness or a walk of shame, but these random rendezvous aren’t as common as most would think. Sonny has to be in her right frame of mind to deal with someone else even if it benefits her; therefore her schedule with such a thing is sporadic whereas most everything else she does has a strict time and date.
Job or part time job and description:
After receiving a degree in Mortuary Sciences and Cosmetology at Tidewater Community College and Funeral Services at John Tyler Community College in Virginia, she shortly got accepted to be an understudy at a local, family-owned funeral home in the District of Columbia. After spending three years there and earning a certificate from the National Funeral Directors and Morticians Association, she found herself licensed and ready to work without someone breathing down her neck. Eager to escape the ever watchful eye of her father, and because pay was higher in New York, she found a job at a funeral home not too far outside of New York City, and has been working as a mortician ever since.
Fears/ phobias/ concerns:
Sonny is irrationally terrified of her family discovering the fact that she is a mutant. As soon as she pieced together that her horrible case of vertigo was much more than that when she was a teenager, she went to lengths to keep her inherited x-gene a tight-lipped secret with only one person who had a relation to Otto figuring her out. Her father is an incredibly intolerant man – there’s no need to sugarcoat the fact – and it’s surprising that he married someone outside of his own race. His bias extends to mutants, he considers them a threat because of their default superiority and he made it well known in his household, which impacted Sonny to do everything in her power to keep her mouth shut; which was difficult, seeing as she isn’t one to bottle any thought or feeling she has towards something. Because of this, she chose a profession that had nothing to do with her mutation and it’s one of the main reasons why she left Southeast. She knew that if she stayed, it would come out of the closet sooner rather than later, but living so far away means that he will never hear about her ability unless her former liaison decides to throw her under the bus.
Being so confident, her fears are few to none and other than the former silly concern, Sonny brushes most things off. Except for heights – she isn’t a big fan of heights – but it’s nothing immobilizing and hysteria-inducing.
Special talents:
Sonny is completely fluent in Hungarian (along with Avasa), and since it was the common language spoken in her home, it’s much more polished than her English. She also has a decent knowledge when it comes to guns because Otto owned a shop in Bethesda, Maryland (and supplied firearms to other groups), but she is no sharp-shooter or expert. She can recognize a model and determine the firing rate from eavesdropping on Otto, but she has never pulled a trigger or held a loaded pistol in her hand.
Morality
Good/ bad/ neutral/ other:
In a way, she teeters between Chaotic Neutral and Lawful Evil, strictly because of her selfishness. Everything Sonny does is for personal benefit and she only follows through with something if it helps her accomplish her current goal.
Mutations
Mutation description:
Sonny possesses the uncanny ability to control the blood flow of another person. Though she’s ignorant to the formal term, she refers to herself as being a hemokinetic. Fueled primarily by adrenaline while under stress or during surprise, she is only able to lock onto someone’s pulse when the gland is activated, and cannot utilize her mutation unless this process is happening.
Strengths:
She can cause people to go numb; can induce a head rush and severe bruising. With a lack of formal training, she doesn’t know her full potential and is unable to knock a person out or cause cardiac arrest; however, this ability will become available to her with more practice, but as of right now, she is not aware.
Weaknesses and Limitations:
Again, her mutation is only accessible when her adrenal gland is activated, and she can only control a person’s blood while the adrenaline rush lasts. This process takes an extreme amount of focus and energy and she is prone to exhaustion, dizziness, and nausea as soon as her pulse has returned to its normal speed. Another factor is, while she is bruising or causing a head rush, she also feels the effect and her pulse adopts that of the other person, meaning if she holds on long enough to speed a heart rate, she faces the risk of cardiac arrest as well. On top of this, she has to have physical contact with the area she is trying to injure – she cannot bruise or numb an entire body – only the location she is touching. Her blood, which possesses a normal defense against pathogens like any other human who is relatively healthy, is incredibly thin. She bleeds at a rate more alarming than someone with hemophilia, and has incredibly high blood pressure and constant fevers that, over the years, she has grown accustomed to and ignores with a dose of nicotine and the occasional Gatorade. She is not hemopathic and, therefore, cannot determine a person’s weak spots nor can she do anything without physical touch, and she cannot control her own blood. The mutation is, essentially, a guessing game for Sonoma – she relies strictly on luck and timing.
Physical Abilities
General Physical Capabilities:
Sonny has the average speed, reflexes, flexibility, strength, and stamina of a female of her height and weight who does little exercise and who is an avid smoker.
Fighting Style: (not applicable.)
Fighting Style Pros/Cons: (not applicable.)
History Of Your Character
The only child ever granted to Otto and Avasa Varga was born on a brutally cold, December evening at Arlington Hospital and, shortly thereafter, taken to Southeast to be raised as if she was God’s gift to the world. Homeschooled until ninth grade, heavily protected by a man in a suit packing 2.44 pounds of heat beneath a blazer whenever she felt the need to leave her townhome, and spoiled rotten, Sonny had a relatively calm childhood that can be described with one simple term: boring. Constantly having an extra set of eyes looking over her shoulder paired with an ever-ready finger on the trigger of a pistol meant that, while growing up, Sonny was deprived of the usual things young children yearned for – friendships, play dates, and slumber parties (truthfully, Sonny had no clue what it was that children did in their spare time, she was socially inept and it was surprising that she did relatively well in the public school system) – her mother and father made up for her lack of activity with people other than her family by keeping her happy with weekly trips to Tyson’s Corner Mall whenever she began to complain. Before she approached her teens, Sonny was more than accustomed to being locked down – it was routine, it was normal, and she didn’t know any better – but as soon as she had completed the eighth grade with the help of a certified teacher who was on the payroll of Longfellow Middle School in Falls Church, Virginia (who was also the ‘old lady’ of one of Otto’s older kutyak), she was obviously stir-crazy and spent most of her time attempting to convince her father to push aside his paranoia and stubbornness and allow her to attend a local high school. After about three months of pleading, and, surprisingly, with the help of Avasa who wanted her daughter out of the house because she ‘got in the way’ during scheduled chore days, Otto gave in and enrolled Sonny at Ballou High School, which was only a few blocks away from the Varga’s townhome.
Much to Sonny’s displeasure, Otto had instilled an exception that only he was aware of, but she didn’t have the authority to complain. Though she had been accustomed to being shadowed, the security was heightened as soon as she was granted permission to attend a public school, a man named Elias Fekete – one of the few recruits who stayed at Otto’s side as soon as Agoston gave him the ‘crown’ and when he decided to uproot the business and throw himself and the syndicate as a whole into minor bankruptcy by immigrating to America – became a key player in her life. A prospect when she met him at the age of fourteen, his main job that would earn him a patch was simple: be a chaperone to the abomination that was Otto’s daughter. Though Otto didn’t have much clout in Southeast when compared to what he was in Hungary, he still managed to piss people off (it’s a special talent when it comes to a Varga) and he had never been able to shake his paranoia. Since he had kidnapped and murdered to get his point across and for retaliation, he didn’t put it past another group to do the same in hopes to cripple him, his family, his business, and to show his weakness. Of course, he didn’t tell Sonny this, and claimed that Elias was around simply because he didn’t trust her. Lord only knew how she would react to socializing – how being around the less desirable population (also known as high school students) would warp her mind and cause her to become some tyrant or a juvenile delinquent. But, much to his surprise, Sonny stayed distant from her fellow classmates and focused more on her schoolwork than getting to know anyone – but she had an underlying reason for this, and even though she had threatened many times to let the secret spill, it stayed – and has continued to stay – between her and Elias.
Because she detached herself so much (she continues to do so even in her older age), Sonny excelled in school mainly because it was the only thing she focused on. Her intelligence wasn’t remarkable or above that of anyone else, but she put all of her energy into projects and homework and became known as an overachiever – but since she didn’t really have the brain power to easily excel, she had to push herself to do so. Analytical, work-centered, and passionate (though that can be confused with persistence), she kept her grade point average at a steady three point eight and it was rare for her to score below a ‘B’, but she was that one student who always finished a test when the bell for the end of the period rang. But, even though it appeared that she solely focused on getting her work done and doing it to the best of her ability, Sonny wasn’t in extra curricular activities like she claimed. She wasn’t a member of the debate team; she wasn’t participating in the Future Business Leaders of America program, and with her lack of creativity, she sure as hell wasn’t staying after school to dirty up her hands with paint as part of the art club. That was all a cover up – and it was shocking that she was able to manipulate and convince her father into thinking that all of her lies were the opposite given her inability to be anything other than brutally honest – but the punishment for her actions with Elias would be too extreme for even her to endure, and because of this, she kept her lips tightly sealed, even if she claimed that she would inform Otto of everything whenever Elias dug under her skin and made her unhappy.
Their relationship wasn’t healthy, nor was it appropriate, and even though it fizzled out when she attended college (only to be rekindled when she returned, and snuffed out again when she moved to New York), Sonny and Elias, clearly, liked to make each other suffer enough to keep it going for quite some time. He was – and still is – the only person close to Otto who knows about her inherited x-gene (he kept the secret in exchange for her ignoring his drug abuse), and still remains the closest thing she ever had to a significant other. Though he irritated her beyond belief – Sonny cannot help but to respect him to a certain extent. When they had participated in a heated argument after she caught him dabbling with cocaine, the verbal attacks turned physical and before it was all over, Elias had Sonny pinned against the wall of his apartment and was only moments away from temporarily cutting off air to her lungs and causing her to be unconscious. With the stress level incredibly high, and with her struggling beneath him a futile effort, Sonny did what any rational woman would do: pinched the living hell out of the man. With a sudden turn of events and her mutation going from dormant to active at the perfect time, she caused Elias’s arm to fall asleep and, when that didn’t work, her close-to-infinite supply of adrenaline allowed her to inflict a bruise on the man’s underarm where her hand had been. Because of the pain, Elias backed off and ultimately ceased his fire, only after he had glanced down at his injury to witness exactly what she had done to him. After piecing together the puzzle, he determined that some other factor had allowed Sonny to discolor his skin to such an extent and force him to experience such discomfort, and even though Sonny doesn’t give him enough credit, Elias wasn’t – and isn’t – stupid, and he was able to quickly decipher that the girl possessed an x-gene.
After her manifestation, Sonny hadn’t used her mutation on purpose. In fact, she is able to count each time she has bruised someone by accident on one hand, and since her ability is so centered on adrenaline, each occasion has been, appropriately enough, in the bedroom. However, and luckily for her, drunk men aren’t as observant as most, and other than an indication of pain through a sharp inhale or a sideways look, she hasn’t been called out on her ability like she had been with Elias. It’s not like she has any fears – especially when it comes to living so far away from her father – but Sonny would rather not flaunt something that isn’t beneficial. What status would she gain from outwardly displaying that she’s a mutant? That leads to unwanted attention and, if Sonny wanted to get noticed, she would go about that in a different way. Until she has a true reason to make it known to everyone what it is she can do, she prefers to stay under the radar and, sometimes, let her guard fade when showing off what she can do isn’t as important as whatever activity she is participating in at the current moment.
Aside from her dull childhood and her being in cahoots with Elias for such a long time, Sonny had always expressed a keen interest in the macabre. Biology and anatomy had been her best subjects in school and Avasa kept a book owned by a distant relative who was the primary doctor on the reservation that was full of diagrams of the human body – both internally and externally – and even though it was in a language she couldn’t decipher, Sonny would flip through the browned, aged papers whenever Avasa forgot to lock her closet door and be completely enthralled with the pictures. Much to Otto’s disappointed, a degree in Political Science was out of the question, and once she graduated high school, she received funding from her parents to attend a community college in southern Virginia that offered a Mortuary Science and cosmetology program. Shortly after receiving her associates, she transferred to another Virginia school that had a program for Funeral Services, and after the course was finished, Sonny returned to the District of Columbia and Elias to be an apprentice at a local funeral home so she could become a certified mortician and able to work on her own. This process took years to complete – she stayed in her hometown until she was about twenty three – and after sending her resume off to many, many places who were looking for people that were capable of orchestrating a funeral as well as preparing a body for a wake or for the service, she finally received a call from a family-owned establishment right outside of New York City.
Money had always been important to her. Although her family wasn’t the epitome of wealth, they were well off and handled their finances in a way that wasn’t wasteful, and this was passed down to Sonny. The pay rate for a mortician in New York was much higher than one in the District or any of the surrounding states, and if Sonny ever wanted to get out from under Otto’s regime and the iron fist that kept her and Elias in its inescapable grasp (and if she wanted to keep her mutation between her and Ur Fekete), she knew that moving was her only choice. With a little bit of help from Avasa and Otto so she could pay a security deposit on a one bedroom apartment in a complex called Eastchester Heights in the Bronx, Sonny didn’t hesitate to initiate the big move and eventually she was free from the aid of her parents and a fully-functioning adult who was competent enough to take care of herself.
For approximately four years, Sonny has remained in New York and has yet to need any assistance from her family. Her job keeps her habits in check and a roof over her head, there’s no need for her to siphon off of Avasa’s bank account and she has cut all ties completely with Elias. Talks to her family – because of Otto’s unjustified paranoia – are rare, and even though she has distanced herself, she still believes that who she is and where she comes from is extremely important and grants her a status higher than most. With a monstrous ego mixed with a place where the people aren’t so kind, Sonny has learned when it’s best to show just how arrogant it is and prefers to stay under the radar unless it’s necessary for her to boast – but, if she is talking to one person, she allows every bit of confidence to ooze off of her skin, she doesn’t give a damn if it’s a turn-off or a turn-on. Sonny has never pretended to be something she isn’t – she believes that hiding a mutation and, simply, not talking about it are two different things, but she couldn’t be happier with how her life turned out. She has everything she needs and wants in the Bronx – she’ll be damned if anything tries to change that.
Roleplay
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He made the mistake of thinking she was asleep – of thinking that Sonny didn’t notice his weight shifting and leaving the mattress altogether. She always knew when he wasn’t in her vicinity, they were practically attached at the hip, and she wasn’t half as stupid as Elias seemed to think she was. Because of this, and since there was no light trying to break through the curtains and flood the entire room which meant it was much too early for him to be awake, curiosity sunk its teeth in without any warning and soon after, Sonny was on her feet and muffling a yawn with the back of her hand – if he was doing something he wasn’t supposed to, she wanted to catch him in the act. Of course, she knew better than to jump to such an assumption – for all she knew, he could have found himself with a sudden head cold, or, perhaps, he was fixing breakfast and cutting up strips of bacon – but the period of time that passed between what sounded like Elias blowing his nose and a knife hitting a counter was slightly too long for that. Whatever it was that he was up to, she wouldn’t attempt to come up with an answer until she had witnessed it, but she wished she had stayed in the bedroom as soon as she stepped under the threshold that led her into his drab, poorly-decorated den.
The color drained from her face within an instant and any exhaustion she had beforehand fled completely. Sonny’s head tilted and she was looking at the man as if he had transformed into a grotesque monster, but he was so enthralled with what he was doing that he had failed to notice her. For some reason, this made her angry, and since Sonny’s patience was virtually nonexistent in the first place, she forced herself to move forward and she cleared her throat of any implications – as if it would help, her vocal chords were already damaged by years of cigarettes, there was no undoing it – before she spoke up, “mi a fenet csinalsz?!” Her fingers were curled into her palms to the point where her nails broke the skin – she was beyond unhappy, it was obvious, but she had yet to move from where she was standing. Lord only knew what Elias would do – he was a brute by default and had a short fuse to boot – she didn’t want to be caught in the crossfire when he had such a strong influence coursing through his veins.
He jumped at the sound of her familiar voice, but made no effort to clean up his evidence. What was the point? Sonny had caught him red handed, doing such a thing would only make him appear more guilty than he already was. Because of this, he pinched his nostrils together and inhaled with as much force as possible before he dusted off his hands and sat back on the couch. He had a look of accomplishment on his face – Sonny was tempted to rip his skin off. “Nincs szukseg arra, hogy kerje fel a kerdest, to vwhich you already know zhe answer?” Elias shrugged his shoulders to prove indifference – with his logic blurred by an extreme high, he thought that being so calm would perhaps cause Sonny to react in the same way, but he was horribly, horribly wrong.
She was close to being speechless, which was astounding for a girl who was known for incessantly running her mouth, but the initial shock had yet to wear off and she wasn’t sure what she should do next. She had known this man for most of her life – she had trusted him with her secrets and, on top of this, her apja trusted him with her life – and he was breaking one of Otto’s cardinal rules. “You are not cute, Elias – cut it out,” if she spoke any louder, there was no doubt that the people on the third floor of the apartment complex would be able to hear her – but it was clear that she didn’t care. In the past two years she had never gotten caught, she highly doubted that her time would be coming sooner rather than later, if at all. “What is going through your mind right now? What, on Isten’s green Earth, told you that this,” her hand gestured towards the paraphernalia on the coffee table, “was a good idea? I cannot believe this, Elias – this behavior is inexcusable – you are better than this, at least, I thought you were, but it’s clear that you’re just like the rest of Otto’s kutya – worthless, vile, an embarrassment to society,” cutting him deep had been initiated before hysterics. Surprisingly, that was a good thing when it came to igniting a verbal altercation with Sonoma.
“Shut up, napsutes,” his tone was deep and the way his attitude changed from nonchalant to aggressive in such a short amount of time was disheartening. He was neck-deep in his high, and he wasn’t taking her insults without batting an eye like he normally did because he was accustomed to her attitude. Although he was, most of his time, easy to rile, his personality on such a hardcore drug was drastically different than anything Sonny had ever witnessed, and even if she didn’t show it, she was incredibly intimidated. “Don’t patronize me, ert engem? Don’t,” he stood up from the couch and took a few steps closer to where she was standing as he pointed his index finger at the girl, “you are a child, as much as you hate to believe it, and you have no authority – none vwhatsoever – to talk to me in such a vway. You need to find your place and get back in it – don’t blow zhis out ov proportion,” this wasn’t their first argument, and he knew it wasn’t going to be their last. They clashed frequently – it was normal when egos like theirs were mixed – and even though he was used to their disagreements escalating at an alarming rate, this one had more speed than usual, and, even though he was teetering between himself and the control of cocaine, he knew that, if he didn’t want this to turn physical, he had to get her calm and get her out, or else this would get messy.
“Don’t tell me to shut up, you ignorant kutya, and don’t you dare talk to me like that. Who do you think you are?” There was a laugh after her inquiry, but she didn’t want an answer, “you don’t need a reminder that you are nothing without me – without Otto – I have the right to speak to you any damn way I please, I can patronize you anytime I see it necessary, and there’s not a atkozottul thing you can do about it. Age doesn’t equal wisdom, Elias Fekete – if it did, then you are clearly the child in this situation – and you still have not answered my question,” Sonny was standing her ground – she refused to move closer to him like he had done with her – there was no need for that yet, and it wasn’t like she couldn’t handle herself. She wasn’t afraid of Elias – she never had been – but intimidation and fear were two very different things in her mind – and she wanted to grant herself enough leeway to get somewhere relatively safe if he cracked beneath the pressure.
“If you call me a dog one more time, a kovetkezmeny nem lesznek kellemes, vwatch your mouth, Sonny. Don’t make me repeat myself,” his blue, glazed-over eyes met her hazel and his brows were pinched together. He was as close to her as possible – forcing her to look up at him as if it proved his status – but it was no use. Sonny couldn’t give a damn about who he was, and as much as he hated to admit it, he knew that fact all too well. “Who do I zhink I am?” His head tilted as he reiterated her question – it was clear that it was rhetorical, but he didn’t care. “I zhink zhat I am your apja’s Sergeant ov Arms – and I zhink zhat I am much more important zhan you like to admit. I also zhink I am an adult, and zhat zhis is my home, which means I can do anything I damn well please here, and you have no right to tell me othervwise. I am your superior, and you are in my home – because of zhis, you vwill show me respect, little girl, and my means ov unwinding after a hard day’s vwork vwill be none ov your concern.”
“You think you’re an adult, but, clearly, you are not. What are you, Elias, a high school student trying to be edgy by shoving foreign objects up your nose in hopes it will make you ‘feel better’?” Her head tilted to the side, and her voice continued to rise, “I could destroy you with this – I could do it so easily – especially with how disrespectful you’re being. Doing cocaine is bad enough – if I recall, against Otto’s ‘code of honor’ or whatever the hell you two-bit thugs like to call it,” Elias knew that look on her face – that half-grin with the cocked brow and the tilted head – he was tempted to snap her neck, “but being in cahoots with his daughter? His eighteen year old daughter, when you are twenty six? That’s a egyiranyu jegy a pokolba, my darling,” Sonny’s arms crossed over her chest and she refused to let her smirk fade or her eyes move off of his. She was going to get her point across, even if she had to go back and forth with him all damn day.
“Being facetious isn’t your style, Sonoma. I’m not stupid enough to believe a vword you are saying. Throw me under zhe bus because of something like zhis?” Elias couldn’t help but to let out a laugh, “you don’t have zhe audacity. You must zhink I’m stupid – brain-dead, even – but I have you vwrapped around my finger tighter zhan you have me. Who says Otto vwould believe you over me? I have known him since Agoston vwas alive – he vwouldn’t rid ov me because his daughter is a drama queen,” but Elias knew she would do it – Sonny would run her mouth to her father and spill out everything just because she was a grade-a jack-ass. He was nothing more to her than an easy, reliable lay; she didn’t give a damn about his welfare. However, he knew better than to let her know this, and his only defense against her crawling around beneath his skin was to underestimate her, “you need to calm down, szivi, and mind your own damn business. You don’t like vwhat I do in the comfort ov my own home? Zhen get zhe hell out – I didn’t invite you, and I’m not forcing you to stay. You are not zhe first, nor zhe last, and sure as hell not zhe most important,” if she was going to make low blows, he was going to do the same, “move on, Sonny, because unlike me, you vwill not be able to find someone who vwill put up vwith all ov your shit. I’m your only shot – are you certain you vwant to lose me over something so trivial?” He was being arrogant on purpose – he was, at this point, yearning to get a rise out of her. They had made it this far, might as well make it interesting.
“You want me to go? I would be honored to, Elias. Nothing would make me happier than to leave you here so you can make your nostrils bleed in your own home and so you can overdose on your floor – but, I would keep your doors locked if I were you – maybe finish off the stash you have, because I doubt you will be allowed to elni as soon as Otto is aware of your insubordination,” now it was her turn to be nonchalant, and she could play that role just as easily as Elias, “viszlat, Elias,” she had nothing with her, and she had thrown on her clothes as soon as she had dismissed herself from his bed. There was no need to waste time she didn’t have – and if Elias didn’t think she was serious, then he was a fool. Sonny knew what her father did, she wasn’t an idiot, and she was disgusted by it. Was she going to complain? No. Otto’s illegal activities kept a roof over her head and kept her happy with material possessions – but after years of eavesdropping and manipulating Elias into spilling precious details whenever he had too much to drink, she knew more than she let on – but Sonny learned when it was best to be clueless.
Without any hesitation whatsoever, she turned on her heel and had nothing else to say – which was shocking – she was full of snarky remarks, but, to be honest, she was too appalled to look at him any longer. This newfound habit of his was disheartening and, quite frankly, gross, she didn’t want to be in his vicinity for one more second and she didn’t take her time with heading towards the door, but as soon as her fingers wrapped around the knob, he had grabbed her by the shoulder and had her pinned against the wall with his arm across her neck in one smooth, quick motion. He was in her face and his flesh was hot and a bright, rage-filled red. His eyes were narrowed and his pupils were dilated and she swore that if his frown deepened ever so slightly, his face would be forever stuck in that expression. She was no stranger to how strong he was – Elias threw her around nightly – but she wasn’t used to him doing it out of anger. Adrenaline fueled by annoyance was running rampant through her body and she was struggling to breathe because of the force he was using to keep her stationary.
“Quit bluffing, now, before you piss me off,” Sonny had already crossed that line, but he was suppressing as much of his frustration as he could in his inebriated state, “I vwill let you go, if you reassure me zhat your lips are tightly sealed. I am not messing around anymore, Sonoma,” she knew he was serious – she had never heard that tone in his voice before and he was pushing her against the wall so hard that she was certain her windpipe was about to be crushed. Her struggling beneath him wasn’t helping, and it was only infuriating him more. She was clawing at the skin on his arms and kicking him in his legs every chance she got. Sonny’s squirming and wriggling was a wasted effort – and he knew this, and so did she, “zhat’s not going to help you – zhe only zhing zhat vwill get you out ov zhis situation is if you calm down, zhink about zhis for a second, and conveniently forget zhat you’ve seen anything out ov zhe ordinary. Do you understand, or is your skull too zhick? How stubborn are you, Sonny – I’m curious to know,” he was taunting her, and she hated that. Elias was just as persistent as she was – he wasn’t going to let her leave without getting her word, that was final.
Sonny didn’t know what she was capable of when she had a decent adrenaline rush. She didn’t know she could turn herself into a second-rate puppet master or get Elias off of her by making his arm go limp because of a lack of blood flow to that limb. Her only hope was continuing to claw and kick – but she knew it was a wasted effort. He would continue to pin her there until she choked out a promise or until her face turned blue, and she would rather have neither of those things happen. Because of this, and since desperate times caused for desperate measures, Sonny’s fingers gripped Elias’s underarm to the point where she was firmly pinching him – if she couldn’t wriggle her way out of this, she would see if she could hurt him to the point where it was unbearable. Sonny wasn’t sure what was causing her heart to nearly come out of her chest or what was making her so dizzy – she thought it was a lack of air to her lungs and this terrified her and caused her adrenaline to consistently rise at an alarming rate – but she wasn’t letting go of Elias, not even when he let out a loud groan and flinched beneath her grasp. She relentlessly held on and squeezed harder – her hand was almost completely numb and she was certain she was close to seeing black – but before that happened, Elias’s arm dropped and he took a step back from her.
Much to his surprise; the nerves in his arm seemed to be completely shut off as if he had a rubber band wrapped around his skin for hours. The tingling sensation was painful – like when all of the feeling rushed back into a person’s legs after being in a car for too long – and as he looked down to examine what was wrong, he was shocked at the grotesque coloring of his otherwise tan flesh. The bruise was unmistakable, one he would have noticed before – and when he poked it with the fingers on the opposite hand, his eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head because of the pain. It was tender and unnatural and he looked up to Sonny, who was grinding her teeth and feigning to normalize her breathing, with an expression of confusion, curiosity, and disbelief. Slowly, Elias went back to where he stood before and he determined that it was best if he coughed up words first, as a sign of a white flag, because he knew that anything that came out of Sonny’s mouth would result in him tending to a shattered ego for the rest of the day. Since he was never one to quickly and completely learn his lesson, he tilted her head up by firmly clutching onto her jaw-bone with his rough, labor-mangled fingers as soon as he was able to feel them again.
“Vwell,” he leaned in close to her and couldn’t help but to smile. His eyes lost their glaze, which could be blamed on the sudden turn of events between him and the girl. Their fights, though many and close between, had always been severe, but this one had definitely taken the cake, “vwould you look at zhat?” There was no way in hell that she did that on her own. Sonny had quite the grip on him, yes, but that sensation that came with her hands on him was peculiar and strange and really damn painful. He was much, much larger than she, and close to immovable because of his sheer size and rather immune to such a bruising against someone who was an ant compared to him, which meant there was another factor, and he was certain that he had it pinpointed. “Ki gondolta volna? Sonoma Varga – egy Superior,” he smirked with his words and relaxed his fingertips and removed his hand from her face, but her back was against that wall again though instead of pinning her with his arm across his neck, his nose was touching the tip of hers and one hand was above her head for extra balance, “it looks like both ov us have a secret zhat needs to stay hidden, nem?”
((hungarian to english - albeit rough & grammatically inaccurate – translations:
kutyak: dogs.
ur: sir, mister.
mi a fenet csinalsz: what the hell are you doing?
nincs szukseg arra, hogy kerje fel a kerdest: there is no need to ask a/the question.
apja: father.
isten’s: God’s.
kutya: dog.
napsutes: sunshine.
ert engem: do you understand me?
atkozottul: damned.
a kovetkezmeny nem lesznek kellemes: the consequences will not be pleasant.
egyiranyu jegy a pokolba: one-way ticket to hell.
szivi: baby, cutie.
viszlat: bye-bye.
ki gondolta volna: who would have thought?
egy Superior: a superior.
nem: no.))
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I look forward to playing with you! (As does Chrys.)
Have fun!