THEME BY MARAUDERSMAPS
Sad Beauty
I do what I must to keep my head above water but I yearn for something more. My name is Honey, nice to meet you.
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gemma-morozov:

annabellastone:

Honey pushed open the door to a local restaurant, all of these big wigs and big cats came to this restaurant so she wanted to check it out…seeing who exactly she can sleep with to gain the right amount of valuable information from some dumb bastard. Men always seemed to fall for her beauty…and she knew how to use it. Honey wasn’t an especially self-centered woman, she just noticed very early on…she didn’t know when…that she had some kind of weird power over the male race. They always seemed to stare at her, even when they were taken. They also seemed to want to comfort her when she didn’t really want it, especially from them. These men meant nothing to her, therefore their comfort meant nothing.

She slowly sad down at one of the counters and waited for a waitress to come by. These were not the best moments for Honey…since she would get bored and be left alone with her thoughts. She would dream of the day when she found the one. The one man who would look past her looks, the one man who would be good and true, the one man who wouldn’t care if she wasn’t whole in more ways than one. That one. She bit her bottom lip and sighed inwardly, turning her gaze from the window she sat beside to the men in the room trying to zone in on the ones who seemed like the biggest assholes of the bunch.

Gemma had had a long day already, and her mood had been considerably dampened by her father.  They hadn’t had a good relationship, to start with but today he had decided to point out all of her flaws and let her know just how far from a Morozov she was.  Meanwhile, her mother had been gone, as usual, and Gemma really hadn’t had anyone to talk to about it.

Once at work, the day had only worsened because of stupid customers who didn’t know what they want and people who didn’t leave tips.  Gemma hated her job but what was she to do?  Her father claimed she wasn’t ready to join the family business and Gemma had to pay her rent, somehow.  She sighed when a coworker told her she had another table.  It was a woman, she was pretty, certainly, and it seemed Gemma wasn’t the only one who had noticed that.  Half of the men in the restaurant were watching her and the other half were probably just pretending not to.

“Hi, how’s your evening going?  I’m Gemma and I’ll be serving you, tonight,” Gemma said, trying to be as cheerful as possible.  Her name tag said “Gemma M.”, mostly because her boss had refused to let her put Morozov on the tag.  Something about it driving away customers but Gemma had only been half-listening.  Besides that, her father had always told her to never disclose her full name; Gemma had broken this rule hundreds of times but not since returning to Russia, mostly because she knew that the power of her name wasn’t as effective here as it had been at boarding school.  Gemma wasn’t a total idiot.

 Honey looked up and then smiled softly. “Hello, my evening is going fine. Nice to meet you Gemma.” She said softly and looked at the menu for a minute, “I’d like the grilled salmon dish, and some water.” She said softly, giving her the menu. The girl looked a little familiar but she did not know who she was. She smiled her soft smile underneath the hot pink veil she was wearing over her pretty face. Honey always seemed to like to dress like she was still stuck in the 50s. Sure, she was a Honey Pot but she was classy. Honey never liked anything normal. She loved everything grandiose including her wardrobe.

She found out that her style attracted the men she wanted to attract but she still pined for the man that wouldn’t only be attracted by her clothing and her air of mystery. She wanted someone who saw her as an equal and not just a Honey Pot. She shook the thoughts away because her thoughts always fled to those depressing silly thoughts and it was all she could do to shake them off.

Honey pushed open the door to a local restaurant, all of these big wigs and big cats came to this restaurant so she wanted to check it out…seeing who exactly she can sleep with to gain the right amount of valuable information from some dumb bastard. Men always seemed to fall for her beauty…and she knew how to use it. Honey wasn’t an especially self-centered woman, she just noticed very early on…she didn’t know when…that she had some kind of weird power over the male race. They always seemed to stare at her, even when they were taken. They also seemed to want to comfort her when she didn’t really want it, especially from them. These men meant nothing to her, therefore their comfort meant nothing.

She slowly sad down at one of the counters and waited for a waitress to come by. These were not the best moments for Honey…since she would get bored and be left alone with her thoughts. She would dream of the day when she found the one. The one man who would look past her looks, the one man who would be good and true, the one man who wouldn’t care if she wasn’t whole in more ways than one. That one. She bit her bottom lip and sighed inwardly, turning her gaze from the window she sat beside to the men in the room trying to zone in on the ones who seemed like the biggest assholes of the bunch.

knightofwolves:

annabellastone:

 Honey let a smile tug at the right corner of her mouth. She knew what he was playing at. She had played this game with men thousands of times. To bad not many people knew what the game was or how to play it the way Honey did. As he spoke she started to remember who he was. That man…the one that was charming and wanted to know her real name. She nodded her slowly considering it after he asked her, “now I do…” she said softly, smirking at him as she studied him. “What do you want Carter-who-wanted-to-know-my-real-name?” She asked a bit teasingly, she then took a drink of her rum and coke. Two can play at this game.

Carter let out a laugh and shook his head before another customer caught his attention and he moved off to serve them drinks. But the bartender was back in a minute, face blank and eyebrows still up as he intertwined his fingers on the counter top. He was determined to know who this woman was, even if it meant giving up a little something about himself. And the only reason she would be a challenge was because she was just like him. A keeper of secrets, an informant, a confident. They could have much more in common than he had previously thought. “I want exactly that, Honey. What do you want for it? I’ll give you anything, anything at all.” Carter looked away from her eyes and back over her clothes, that smile playing across his face again. It amused him, how many facade’s he had up sometimes. Deep down, he was just a cold hearted killer, born in blood and deception.

 Honey just smiled up at him as he let out a laugh and shook his head. As soon as he stepped away to help other customers she put her head down again and stared at her drink, praying that he wouldn’t come back once he was done with them. Again, life didn’t go the way she wanted it to and he came back in a minute or so, she rolled her eyes as he looked at her like he was expecting something. He was determined alright, the little bastard. She eyed him. They were much to alike to betray anything quite so easily. She knew that they could probably play this game all night.

This game of good ‘ole cat and mouse. “And, what would you give me? And, how could I be so sure that it was the truth? How would you know that I was telling the truth. Its all not so simple.” She said shaking her head and smirking at him. She just wanted him to leave her be, because she felt quite uncomfortable around him, and knew he could not be trusted. When she was around him she got this stranger feeling…like there was a cold metal blade running up and down her back, ready to strike a deathly blow…and she followed that  instinct. Having the attentions of this man, however handsome, was a bad idea. A part of her liked danger…but she wasn’t too sure about this…

knightofwolves:

annabellastone:

 Honey looked up from her drink and then she smirked. She knew what he was trying to accomplish…a lot of other men tried to accomplish the same thing before. She didn’t quite know if she could trust this man…or any man for that matter, so she was always mum on her past—or a lack there of, of one. “No, nothing else.” She said to him as she smiled at him politely. She would play his little game but she would not give into it. Honey may look weak but she wasn’t and especially not at the hands of men. She’d had enough of men for one life time and this one wasn’t anything special to her. Just another one who wanted to know who she was…her secrets…for who knows what.

Carter wondered if she remembered him front heir brief exchange of words not too long ago. It didn’t seem like it. She must go through a lot of names and faces then, he thought, taking note of the small observation. And there was something else about the woman’s allure. Her whole demeanor had a sense of persuasion and control. That could be rather handy. Carter still had the smile on his face, but instead he occupied himself with tapping the wooden counter top. “You don’t remember me, do you?” He said softly, reaching under and pulling out a cup for himself. The bartender poured some of the vodka from the bottle in his hand and proceeded to down the shot. “Carter, who wanted to know your real name,” the bartender informed her, eyebrows raising with amusement.

 Honey let a smile tug at the right corner of her mouth. She knew what he was playing at. She had played this game with men thousands of times. To bad not many people knew what the game was or how to play it the way Honey did. As he spoke she started to remember who he was. That man…the one that was charming and wanted to know her real name. She nodded her slowly considering it after he asked her, “now I do…” she said softly, smirking at him as she studied him. “What do you want Carter-who-wanted-to-know-my-real-name?” She asked a bit teasingly, she then took a drink of her rum and coke. Two can play at this game.

spiesalwaysdie:

6. Honey - Carey Mulligan
Honey: Nothing like the name, honey is usually someone that will sell their body for information, top secret information that is.

spiesalwaysdie:

6. Honey - Carey Mulligan

Honey: Nothing like the name, honey is usually someone that will sell their body for information, top secret information that is.

spiesalwaysdie:

Annabella Stone ‘Honey’/ 26/ part time Prostitute / Fc: Carey Mulligan / open

“Maybe I do it to forget or to remember, either way it’s just a job nothing more. What else am I mean to do with my life? No one wants a girl that can’t remember who she is”

History:  Annabella’s story is a sad one indeed, filled with woe and lots of sighs, its’ obvious by her part time job that something went wrong. Growing up in the British countryside Annabella was raised by a loving family, she was a proper young lady that was home on time and did everything she was told to do; she was the model child.

It was obvious from a young age she was never interested in things like boys or dating, she was happy being herself, being with her friends. Looking at her friends and how they fussed over boys slightly sickened young Annabella and she vowed never to become so shallow because of someone. The small town she grew up in was nothing much, a few shops, a few homes, a school, it was an everyone-knows-you type town and to be honest she loved. There was something about knowing everything and everyone that made Annabella feel at rest it made her feel like she was at home. But alas came the day where she graduated from her class of 12 students and had to move to find a university.

To her it was all scary, moving and packing, going somewhere else; Annabella was very home sick and often called her parents when she got the chance. Studying medicine was not always an easy thing and she soon found herself caught up in the pressure of studying and paying bills. And then everything went wrong.

Annabella was broke, homeless, friendless and loveless, with nothing else to do she took what little things she could and moved to a small homeless shelter down the road. She had not talked to her parents in weeks and frankly she was afraid to talk to them. There on the streets she was picked up by a man, well into his thirties, married, somewhat handsome he offered her a deal like no other.

All she had to do was sleep with someone long enough to allow the man to get certain information, it was a simple task and she was paid well. Then it happened, the man took it too far and the young beauty was knocked from the bed her head hitting a nearby table, out of fear the man ran leaving her on the floor to bleed. When she woke up she remembered nothing, not her name nor her parents. Ivan Demidov took this as a chance to mould her into his own little spy, his own little Honeypot. Annabella does everything she can to remember who she was but Ivan won’t have it. She follows him like a lost puppy willing to sleep with whomever if it means staying by his side. She doesn’t come across as a whore and it often works to her advantage. What Annabella wants is to remember who she is, so that one day she might have a real relationship, not one based on false sex.

Relations:  N/A

Hometown:  Bedford, England

Sexuality: Bi-sexual.

Alliance:  Demidov