Ivy Scholorship || Hemlock & Foxglove
“How did you…know?” Sylvia’s eyes widened, She knows, her head was burning now. She was dying to get these questions out, and now. “What do you mean…my family will be yours?” She asked.
I can’t just trade my family for a position of high status. . but my mom. . granma. . Rich…I’ll have to accept her offer.
“I just need to know I won’t have to…not to my family, what will happen to them? How do you know so much, and I’ve never even met you before?” Sylvia jumped up with the last question. Confused, scared, nervous, angered. Did she say my outfit wasn’t nice? She replayed the sound of the girls voice in her head. The last sentence she had spoken. “What exactly is this?” She said combing one gloved hand through her hair moving it out of the way, it had been bothering her from the beginning of the meeting. She looked at the beautiful girl who just sat there waiting. “I need to know before…” Sylvia said slowly sitting back down hanging her head. “What do I need to do?”
“I mean…” The brunette pursed her lips as she paused to think about how to phrase it. “I mean that, if ever we are in need to them…which honestly almost never happens…” She made a small movement with her hand. “Then they are to be at our disposal. It would of course be your responsibility to make this happen.” The tone saying that this should be obvious. “You won’t have to do anything to them, and if or when the time comes that we need them everything will be done to keep them none the wiser to us. I know so much, because that is my job.” She said it simply. “My…specialty…well..on the of them.” She grinned before continuing.
“I need an answer, Sylvia.” When the girl sat down, Hemlock knew she had won. She always won, most of the time she didn’t even have to use that special tone that made people listen to her, just like this time. “All you have to do is say yes. Say yes an be committed to that. You need to want this more than anything else, because it’s going to be a long painful road.” Standing, Hemlock moved around behind the girl and rested her hands on her shoulders, leaning down, and for the first time since she walked in the door, she spoke in what she called her tone. Below the audible sound of her voice was a strange tone that she felt reverberate from inside her chest, this feeling was the only reason she even knew how it worked. They couldn’t even record it, though they had tried.
“The road to success is always hard and painful, but always worth it in the end.” Smiling she stood and moved around the young woman. The tone, it had always been there, she’d had it as long as she could remember, and as long as she could remember it had made people listen. Made her words seem like their own thoughts, or at least that what it seemed like from her end. It had come in handy when she had ruled first her high school and then the very institution in which they sat. “With us, we just take all that pain and hardship and we condense it, but then it’s also over in a fraction of the time.” She had stood when she spoke, giving a small shrug as her voice returned to normal now, not that one would ever hear the difference.
“Trust me, nothing will ever be more worth any sort of torture than what you will get from us. You’ll be under my personal tutelage and trust me, there are more of us out there than you know and many of them would literally kill to be in your place.” Returning to her seat, she rested her hands her lap, her face that friendly professional smile. “So what do you say?”
(Source: southern-hemlock)
Ivy Scholorship || Hemlock & Foxglove
Sylvia sat staring at this beautiful woman who was giving her an opportunity. One that would make her family rich or so it seemed, but what would my mother think? She thought to herself and nodded to this woman. She needed to take the opportunity, she couldn’t just pass it up. Her family may be well off now but what will happen if her mother is laid off again? They couldn’t go through that. “I just want …what are the tasks?” She said sounding too eager. She leaned over the table to try to hear the woman better. She waited for her to say. Sylvia wondered what would it be? How did she know about my problem? Does she have it too? So many questions she had, and they’d all go into the journal. Not now of course, but later. “I don’t want to…you said you knew?” She asked the question not staying in her mind for very long. She was itching to write it all. So many emotions filled her up inside, she couldn’t control them. She fiddled with her gloved hands on the table, just staring at the girl waiting for the response. She started to feel a bit nauseous, it felt like the world was slowly caving on her but in a good way? How was that even possible? “I can’t do it again… .if you know…how much do you really know?” She corrected herself quickly, maybe this girl was just bluffing. People, cops did that to her before, trying to get the answers. She didn’t want to go through it again. Sylvia’s hands began to sweat and the scent of flowers started to waft through the air around her. I hope she doesn’t notice…
Taking a deep breath at the girl’s questions, Sestiva rested her eyes firmly on the other girls face. “Well, it’s different for every girl. Tailored to her and her special talents specifically. Each woman we bring into our circle plays a part, has something to contribute. For most of the girls it’s connections, status, but then there are some…like you.” Her eyes dropped briefly to the girls hands and then back to her face. A floral smell started to permiate the air and Hemlock took a deep breath closing her eyes as she smiled softly.
“Hmmm, Foxglove…I always did find that it had a pleasant odor.” Opening her eyes, she rested them on the younger woman’s face. “I know that you killed those people.” Her tone was completely even. “I know that the sweat from your hands contains a powerful toxin much like the plant that the odor resembles. I also know that your mother is very close to getting laid off again, and if she does it will be back to motels, kraft dinner and bed bugs.” The tiniest hint of that cold smirk she was so well known for started to show through Sessy’s mask of friendly professionalism, but it was quickly pushed away like it had never been there before.
“If you say yes, and you must decide today, in this office, then not only will you be a student at this school but also an automatic sister in the Phi Alpha Phi Sorority. No pledging. You will spend the evenings after school with me, learning everything you’ll need to know to one day become a senior member of the sorority. Upon graduation you will given a highly lucrative position in a powerful company of choice. But there are rules. If you join us, your sisters come first. Before husbands, and children, money and even your life. What belongs to you, belongs to us, including your family. You are never to deny a sister who is higher ranking than you, and you must be the image of perfections at all time.” Her eyes moved over her. “We’ll work on that.”
(Source: southern-hemlock)
Ivy Scholorship || Hemlock & Foxglove
“Stay here, if I need you I’ll call you.” Spoken to the man who had accompanied her the words leaving her lips as she stepped into the wood paneled office gently pushing the door closed behind her. The usually cold and rigid demeanor that was her signature instantly faded away into a soft friendliness that was so genuine she knew that it freaked out those who knew her when they saw it, the transformation was so sudden and severe. Shifting her briefcase from one hand to the other, Hemlock approached the young woman, but didn’t offer a hand for her to shake. “Hello there.” Sitting across from her, Sessy rested the case on the table between them. “My name, is Sestiva…” She gave a bright smile, playfully overdone. “And I am your evaluator for the Ivy scholarship to this prestigious school.”
Clicking open the briefcase, Sestiva pushed the lid open and pulled out a thick file flipping it open and holding it in front of her. “Alright, so Ms. Morado, it says here that you used to attend a school in Florida, recently transferred to Connecticut…” She read out loud as if she was just scanning through the file. “See, now…this here, this is interesting….” Flipping a page up, Sessy chewed on her bottom lip for a moment before setting the page down. “It says here that there were a few unexplained deaths at your school that you seemed to have some sort of tie to? Don’t bother explaining yourself, we’re actually quite aware of your unique… condition. Actually, we’re quite aware of everything about you.”
Smiling softly, Hemlock set the file aside and rested her elbows on the table so she could lean forward. “And it’s that…condition…that we like about you. Now, we are aware of your families position and the tenuous hold they have upon the finances that keep them in their now comfortable style of living, and we’re willing to help you change all that.” Holding up a hand to keep the girl from speaking, she continued in her soft Southern drawl. “What I’m offering you is something that you must understand that you will take to your grave, but the perks are extraordinary. Not only will you be accepted into one of the most prestigious Sororities in the country, here at Yale; But, you will also be taken under my personal tutelage, a great honor you can be sure.”
Lifting a brow, Sessy replaced the file in the case, snapping it shut. “Accepting this offer, means that you will have the best life. Period. The best job, the best of everything. Nothing will ever be denied to you. But…” She gave the girl a serious look. “You must realize that it comes with terms and conditions just like any other binding decision. There are things that must be done, and steps that must be taken, and I’m obligated to inform you that most, if not all of those steps, are unpleasant. But trust me, it is well worth the risk.” Sitting back in her chair, Sessy crossed one leg over the other, her hands clasped on the top of the table her perfectly coiffed head falling slightly to one side. “Any questions?”
{Hemlock’s Blackberry}
To Do List
- Get Nic dressed/ into the Town Car.
- Debrief Nic on NR
- Meeting W/ S. M.
- Lunch W/ Nic
- Facial and manicure
- Buy Nic BlkBry
- Make an appearance at the office.
- Dinner and cocktails (w/ Nic?)
- Check in with BBB
- Conference call
- Call Mom
- Night cap
I shall never understand why Nic feels the need to surprise attack me with that ancient camera of his.
(Source: itscaliforniacation)
The Ivys. If you’re lucky, you’re born into them and spend your entire life being groomed to join the ranks. If you’re not so lucky, well, then you must be initiated and most don’t make it, the Ivy initiation is something not to be taken lightly, at all. Life or Death in some circumstances. A society of women, the leaders of which are all part of the same sorority in University and maintain that sisterhood through the rest of their lives.
To be an Ivy means the Ivys always come first. Before money, work, husbands and children.
To be an Ivy means a secure future in a position of affluence and power, but also means an obligation to use that position to help your sisters.
To be an Ivy means perfection at all times, success in all endeavors, and an intolerance for imperfection.
To be an Ivy means the best of everything. Period. The best life, the best husbands, the best houses and cars and jobs.
There is also one more thing to being a ‘special Ivy’… Becoming this darker Ivy opens countless doors to the elite sisters. Doors to the Poisoner’s Handbook.
Would you like to be an Ivy? One of these sisters who rule their kingdoms with an iron fist and support each other through any and all situations? Do you think you have what it takes? We’ll just see now, won’t we?
Good Morning || Nicotine & Hemlock
No one seemed to need a huge room besides Sestiva. Even Nicotine, the new Alchemist and leader of their brood did not bother getting a bigger room in the thirty room old hotel. It was small for a hotel, but it was also in the not so great side of town, near the docks and it was closed for ages before the Poisons took up shop within. Like Sestiva, though, he was on the top floor, where only four rooms settled. Hers was the pent house and the other three were just larger rooms. Of all people there, Nicotine thought he needed a smaller one, but he often held meetings in his, just like Sestiva did her Ivy meetings in hers. He was not drinking Champagne or hosting tea parties in his.
“Just once,” he stated as he leaned himself in the doorway of the kitchen, eyeing the perfection of Sestiva Grant. “I would love to see an Ivy imitation. Amatoxin was bawling when she only got halfway through hers. Can’t tell anyone, even her knightly brother, what happened, but God, he hates you for it, sweetheart.” Unlike her, he was dressed for bed yet. There was very little going on today and he had little reason to be dressed just yet. A pair of fleece blue flannel PJ pants hung low on his hips, loosely tied to keep from falling down. On his torso was a wrinkled t-shirt he got from his floor, grey in colour with MUGGLE written across the chest in dark blue lettering. It fit him well, even if it was wrinkled and just an old t-shirt.
As per usual, a cigarette was in his fingers, lifted to his lips. He was a chain smoker. He always had been since any of the Poisons met him. His name was far too fitting. “I mean… Arsenic has new recruits snort from one of three bags of cocaine where one is laced with Arsenic and Ama said that was nothing compared to your sisterhood. I think you should give the kid a chance.” He knew she wouldn’t. She had a weird say over the Ivys. A lot of them did not even go through the process of initiation for the Poisons. They went through as an Ivy, they were in the clear for the Poisons. Nicotine used to hate it, but somehow, Hemlock convinced Anthrax it was a good idea, so he had no choice but to allow it.
“There’s coffee,” the man told her, lifting his chin towards the coffee pot on the counter. Most of the things in the hotel were too old or broken to use. He found this one in the housekeeping break room. It still worked, even if River had to fix it every few weeks.
Though she didn’t turn, Hemlock lifted her eyes from her phone smiling to herself when she heard his voice. “Well, don’t hold your breath, no one gets to see them but the sisters.” Her voice held the softest of Southern accents, and if there was one thing she knew how to do was play it to her advantage, and she had for so long that it just came naturally. Setting her phone down on the counter she turned and rested her back on it her arms crossing over her chest giving him a smug and satisfied smile. “Well what can he expect? I warned him that it wasn’t going to be easy, I even told him that she was gunna cry, but he was so sure that she could handle it. I might give her one more try, she is kind of adorable, I’d say she reminded me of myself at that age if it wouldn’t be a complete lie.”
Her eyes roamed over him, and she actually had to fight the urge to bite her lip. He was delicious and something about his smug attitude actually made her heart do this weird unpleasant fluttery thing that she really wasn’t sure if she liked or not. Depended on her mood. “That is because my initiates are carefully hand picked and each has to be exactly perfect. I don’t choose just anyone and I don’t settle for anything less. You know that. Besides, I must be doing something right if even Anthrax agreed with me.”
That had been an interesting conversation and probably one of the most civil of arguments that anyone would of heard. There had been no screaming, yelling, or swearing, but the words had been cutting and harsh and in the end they’d realized their mutual respect for each other and had come to their terms which were still in place.
Looking at the pot, Hemlock lift a brow and sighed. “I don’t know why you just let us live in this squalor. I mean I have more than enough money and resources myself to have this place looking like a mansion on the inside, we don’t need to do anything to the front.” She waved one manicured hand for emphasis. Pouring her coffee she sipped the smooth black liquid. “Why aren’t you dressed yet?” She asked looking him up and down. “Did you not get my message? I have a job for you today.” Giving him a smug grin she reached down and took the cigarette from his fingers taking a drag off of it before waving him towards the stairs. “Business professional, please and thank you.”
(Source: southern-hemlock)
Good Morning || Nicotine & Hemlock.
Who had the largest room? She did, of course. There was just no way she was going to take any less, and in all actuality it was more of a suite than a room. There two spaces, one a bedroom with a set of double doors that lead to the sitting/living room. She even had two bathrooms, the small one off the living room near the door to the hall, and the large one off her bedroom.
Her closet was large and constantly full, though it seemed that every week it held a new set of clothes and no one was ever really sure what happened to all the extremely expensive designer pieces that disappeared from it so frequently. Turning in front of the large mirror that she’d had professionally installed just for her, Sessy smoothed down the black skirt she’d paired with a white blouse and a thick blue belt to match the color she’d chosen for her signature pair of heels that morning.
Making sure the collar on the silk blouse was perfectly framing the trip string of pearls that rested around her neck, matching the ones that hung from delicate white gold chains from each ear lobe. Yes, she was perfection, that could never be denied, but what most didn’t realize was the work that actually went behind it. Though she was ready to leave at eight each morning she was up at quarter to five, just to be prepared without rushing. Pushing her hair from her face, she took her long white trench from the back of her settee and headed down to the kitchen. There was just no day that she was going to be able to start the day without her coffee and bailey’s. Just like she couldn’t have lunch without her champagne. Oh she loved champagne.
With her designer purse hanging from her elbow, her jacket draped over it as well, her hand held her phone, which she was busily flipping through as she walked through the door.
“Good morning” She said softly, though for all she knew the kitchen could be empty, she never even looked up as she switched her phone to the other hand and set her stuff down in a chair, heading straight for the cupboard with her favorite mug, and then for the coffee pot.
Isn’t little Hemlock just perfection?
Sometimes, I hope for a little… slip.
You’re gunna have tah keep hopin’, Handsome, because it’s never gunna happen.
Base By: Jahrenesis
