Flynn Marcus Hunter

9.2.6. What is something in your life that occured that you never expected or anticipated? How did you deal with it?

Co-written with straight2point

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Harri should have been having second thoughts by now. She was effectively inventing a test for Marcus Fraser to see if he was more than his ten inches. Unlike Cameron she had had no opportunity to get to know him. He'd gotten under her skin, but all that had done was infuriate her and lead to a brief bout of angry elevator sex. Angry elevator sex that had kept her warm every night since. Talking to Aiden had given her an idea, and even cemented in her mind that if she considered Mr Fraser worthy, that it would be in her best interest to try and pursue him.

She knocked softly on an apartment door and waited in the hall, still clad in her suit from work. There was only one person she would currently trust with taking a decent image of her naked, and luckily he'd agreed to give her a few moments of his time. She hadn't actually filled him in on the plan but she figured if anyone could pull it off, Flynn Hunter could.

( Flynn finished off his cigarette and stubbed it out in the ashtray... )

All muses referenced with permission


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And what's this about needing distractions? Has something happened?

Your Spiritual Number is One

You bring a strong, positive energy into other people's lives. Your intentions are pure, and because of this, you are powerful when you act. Right now, your life is both about new beginnings and closure. It's not an understatement to say that your whole world is changing. No matter what comes to pass, you are ready to tackle it. You have the ambition and drive to have your life turn out the way you want it to.

Track 06. Your arms are warm but they make me feel // As if they're made of cold, cold steel // A simple kiss like a turnin' key // A little click and the lock's on me
(Tina Arena – 'Chains')

Co-written with canmakeufeel

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Madison had returned to the room she shared with Flynn and Remy as soon as she'd received Flynn's text. It had been straight and to the point, letting her know that Flynn had found their Cajun, and that he'd meet her back at their room. That was what had had her worried. He was meeting her. Not them. Not Flynn and Remy, just Flynn. She stayed dressed in her baggy white cotton blouse over her bikini and shorts. By now she probably would have stripped off completely, or strutted about in her bikini, but not if something was wrong.

The twisting feeling in her gut she'd had down on the beach when Remy had walked off on them was back. She sat curled up in one of the arm chairs and chewed on her nail, a habit she hadn't indulged in in years. As the door to the room started to open Maddy sucked in a breath and looked at Flynn with question eyes. "Where is he?"

( Flynn wanted to make sure this came out right. Only, he just didn't know what 'right' was. How could any way he told her be right? )

Remy LeBeau [dontdotricks] referenced with permission

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7.14. "You don't have to understand 'here' to be 'here.'"
| Life

Co-written with canmakeufeel & dontdotricks

There was a slight unnerving sense of déjà vu thrumming through Remy as the three of them made their way slowly down to the beach. Walking was still a slow process and he was aided by a cane until the muscles in his back and legs strengthened. He mostly had the use of all his functions back and could do things without help, albeit slowly. Maddy was in just a bikini with a towel slung over her arm and Flynn adorned in board shorts. Remy was still in jeans and a t-shirt, although he promised to get down to swimwear if he felt the urge.

He didn't feel the urge.

Still, he wasn't going to be a complete wet blanket. Getting around like a geriatric on a walking stick was bad enough, but he wasn't going to let that stop him. He was going to enjoy himself on this trip if it fucking killed him. His eyes scanned the rows of sunbathers and he took out his cigarettes, proceeding to light one up. He had gotten good at the whole lighting up process with one hand.

( Flynn watched Remy in amusement. “Are you blatantly perving when you haven't even given us a chance to hold your attentions, sweetness?” He asked and stole Remy's cigarette for a quick drag before slipping it back between the Cajun's lips... )


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Utmost in your mind is success. You are constantly seeking stimulation and a life full of experience. You are trying to 'grow' and above all you need to develop freely and to shake off the shackles of self-doubt. You are an enthusiastic individual, full of life with the desire to live intensely. You like contact with others and are enthusiastic by nature. You are receptive to anything new, modern or intriguing. Your interests are many and you are likely to expand your fields of activities. You are optimistic about the future and you deserve every success because deep down you are a 'winner'.

You are a very warm and emotional individual but unfortunately in the past too many people have taken advantage of this sensitive trait. You need aesthetic surroundings, or an equally sensitive and understanding partner with whom to share a warm understanding.

You lack confidence and that is a great pity because deep down you are indeed a warm caring person. This lack of confidence is making you wary of being drawn into any open discussion or conflict and so you feel as if you should let matters lie and leave well alone. But there may be a pleasant surprise in store for you. You are beginning to grow and very soon - sooner than you believed possible - this warm loving new you will be available for all to see and to appreciate.

Presently, you are experiencing stress because of restriction on your independence. You need and seek respect from other people and it is essential that they appreciate you for yourself and not for what they would like you to be. You have your own beliefs and convictions and you would like to be respected for them. You are anxious to avail yourself of every opportunity that may come your way but nevertheless, come what may, you have the need to control your own destiny without imposed limitations or restrictions.

You don't like authority and you rebel against all forms of limitation. You are your own person and you intend to stay that way and to get on in the world simply by your hard work and determination.

The Colour Revelations meme

Name: Flynn Marcus Hunter
Are you single?: Not really
Your favorite number?: 7
What is/was your favorite class in school: Drama
Who is/are your best friend(s)?: Maddy
Are you outgoing?: Yep
Do you have a crush on anyone right now?: I'd have to probably say yes
How tall are you?: 6'2"
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Brown

( All the rest... )

Take a picture of yourself right now.
Don't change your clothes, don't fix your hair--just take a picture.
Post that picture with NO editing.
Post these instructions with your picture.

( Obviously I didn't take it myself. Easier to get someone else to... )

It was 'right now' though. AND! I did the Cajun, too, because for obvious reasons, he can't take the photo himself.

( Awww, Mr Innocent... )

Looks can be deceiving. I know what he's hiding under the covers.

Flynn peered in to the bedroom to make sure Remy hadn't expired in a huge ball of sweat as he listened to the ringing on the other end of the phone. "Pick up, pick up, pick up," he murmured, heading a little back up the hall so he could maybe call Remy a shit without being over heard. The Cajun was busy hugging the bucket anyway, but just to be on the safe side. "Jeez, Maddy, where the hell are you?" he said as the monotone rings continued.

5.2.3. Time heals, yes or no?

Flynn watched the heavy rain pouring down on New York from Remy’s Upper East Side apartment balcony. He was halfway through a cigarette and halfway through a phone call he wanted to just hang up on. “It’s not happening, Melody. I can only do three days from now until whenever I say again. It’s not negotiable,” he repeated what felt like the twentieth time since his cell started ringing.

“I have angry clients calling me hourly demanding your services; demanding their ‘usual’ appointment, Hunter. Calls from people who have had your services highly recommended to them with apparent assurances you could give them appointments,” Melody said in frustration. “You can’t just go and cut four days from your appointment book with no notice!”

Flynn tapped his cigarette on the side of the ashtray and wet his lips. “I can and did,” he returned. “You know whoever is saying that is bullshitting you. I don’t promise anything until the appointment is in the schedule in black and white. I don’t do anyone any unpaid favours. The regulars are going to just have to deal. I’m busy.”

“Busy with what?” Melody huffed and Flynn could hear her impatiently clicking her pen on the other end of the line. “You’ve been awfully cryptic about the whole thing.”

“I don’t have to justify my actions to you or the agency. I’m paying you to manage me, not the other way around. If I say I only have three days, I only have three days. Until you’re my pimp, get the fuck off my back,” Flynn snapped and this time, did end the call. He dropped the phone onto the glass table and went back to his smoke.

( His words said one thing, but his mind felt like it was on about three different tracks at once... )

Madison James [canmakeufeel] & Remy LeBeau [dontdotricks] referenced with permission


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