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Whatever Lorraine sees, feels, touches…it takes a toll on her, a little piece each time.
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IT’S NOT SACRIFICE IF IT WAS NEVER A CHOICE.
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“No, no, no,” she interrupts quickly. A sigh produces. “No, he only helped me find you. No, the person I want dead is someone different entirely. His name is Peter Sinclair.” A curious, anxious gaze scans over his cell phone. She momentarily stands on her tip-toes to steal a peek over his shoulder at the device. “Um…” She rocks back on her heels and folds her hands behind her back. “It’s, uh, a place where… People are rehabilitated.” She shrugs meekly. “People go there to get better.”
❝ right. crazy house? i’m starting to think you’re trying to get me l o c k e d in there. i’ll do it, but keep your money. just this once. oh anddo you require proof of death? corpseuh, selfies? ❞
these files were useless, his electronics even more useless once inside a place that could easily put him on edge ; or else get him caught i n d e f i n i t e l y . many doctors tried their hardest to lock him up in a dark padded room for a decade they surely haven’t forgotten his name. memories advert back towards a rather interesting client that had polaroids scattered all about an abandoned warehouse ; tobias wasn’t one to judge, but he was curious to see what a little doll girl wants out of this person’s death. being troubled with plentiful reason, the man t w i t c h e s and drops the phone.
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Colt looks at Mad Dog. What do you think? The Mohawked fighter looks at Tommy. Shrugs. It’s his funeral.
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SHE STANDS BEFORE the bloodied man with an emotionless expression, head canted to one side as she gazes curiously at his fresh injuries. EVERYTHING about this place drew alma to it, such strong emotions of NEGATIVITY called to her like a song that she could not IGNORE. the child listens to his words, paying close attention to the FIRST thing he had called her, something STRANGE in a language she did not UNDERSTAND & for a moment she dwells on what it could possibly mean. a small hand reaches forward & rests gently against his cheek & though she does not move her mouth to speak, she opts to give him a TELEPATHIC response. such an ODD voice, sounding disembodied & ghost-like; ‘̯͔̲̪͖ ̫̼-̟̫̥-ș̹̣̙̞̦o͠m̪̗̱͎̠͔͙͝e̸̮o̬̺̼̭n̠̗̦̟̪̟e̷͓̬̣͎͎̮̖.̺.̜̤.͓ ͚h͎̯̪̜u̪rt̫͙̻ ̛͎̺ͅy̝͖̱̰̗͔̺ơu̩̩̙͕͠ͅ ̞͚̝̘̣͞?͚̮͓̱ ̟’̣̮̣̝̫
❝ on a weekly basisyes. but i’m alright. ❞a hesitant pause allowed time to think of an appropriate assessment. ❝ do you need food? anything? ❞
hospitable nature was key to the i n n o c e n t fraction of a torn man. these words hadn’t been offered in many years ; not ever since betrayed by someone in which he called a friend. ( it felt right. ) aside from his own long list of problems, she looked sick yet returned the same kindness to tobias. swear covered the man, still heated over a major win in which yet another anonymous ringleader robbed him of owed winnings. feeling a cold touch like her’s sent a deep chill throughout his spine almost resembling a quick yet numb lightning strike. ( he thinks nothing. does not judge. fear isn’t real. )
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eyes CAUGHT ;; attached to the glimmer of bronze against the moonlight, a mind picturing metal slamming into a f r a g i l e jaw. it was best not to trouble a man with this sort of weapon—-if claws met metal, fingers would SNAP before blood was drawn. the rat inside was HERS, && information needed to be protected. a SHIELD, a wall between a cowering man && a WEAPON. it would be CIA protection with a m i s s i n g jaw—-or another few ANTAGONIZING days under artificial lighting && the shadow of someone who could drain every inch of patience out of her. pick your poison could of never been so appropriate.
❛ back up, bronze. come back when I’m not on my shift. ❜
❝bronze. okay. here’s a tip. never insult the guy with w e a p o n s . i have a job to do here, you can slack off and get your portion. just leave the attitude at homeneed i remind you . . we have no control. ❞
the mastermind speaks in plural form, on behalf of absolutely nobody visible yet feels the need to acknowledge these people out of warning. a rather bandaged left hand tilts a flickering light upon the person who had a bloodied burlap sack around this person’s head. tobias had no concerns with this girl, other than the screaming thought in his head that questioned why she was assigned to babysit a professional. i g n o r a n c e sets back in, completely obliges the blonde like ghosts in a graveyard.
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❛ ― put down the gun ― … you don’t want to do this.
there was no fear in her steady voice ; visage prudently absent of emotion. there isn’t a shiver down her spine ; just careful patience as the man in front of her aims the gun.
❝ and what if i don’t want to? you don’t know me, you don’t get to s p e a k for me. your face will turn mutebe ripped apart by a bullet and if you STILL talk . . . i’ll cut you to pieces and scatter you like a morbid egg hunt. i will kill you, even if you are not my target. ❞
he’s killed more than he cares to count. there was no unsteadiness or hesitations, only time standing in the way with meaningless conversations. only the metal mask remains, where chains failed m i s e r a b l y to restrain. ( there is no lord, i have no savior. )
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born to die — lana del rey
in rolls static from a faulty piece of t e c h n o l o g y inside the agent’s ear. radiation was bound to make tobias and his comrade sick, if not, kill them both either long term or rapidly. hydra issued medication to fix this health hazard that is all too common in russia. the m i s s i o n statement specifically said to take a capsule before entering territories marked in radioactive isolation. being ignorant and prideful as always, the man bypasses the important guidelines and fidgets with the earpiece instead.
❝ was zur hölle money is no option and we still get shit equipment. ❞
it smells bad ; and it was safe to say that the rumor that objects tainted by radiation glowed, was undeniably false. down falls a duffel bag large enough to hold appropriate garments to protect their bodies, and more weapons to further the cause. out of the corner of tobias’ eye, he sees a d e f o r m e d animal that could of been cast in a rob zombie horror film. utmost disgust takes the starring role with facial expressions.
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INDEPENDENCE
You don’t set out to be different for its own sake; you are more easily guided by what interests and moves you. You are more concerned about what is right for you than about the pressure to fit in. In sex you are more aware than others of impulses which are not entirely conventional. You know the value of selective irresponsibility, of forgetting occasionally about being ‘good’.
SHYNESS
Part of you is gripped by the fear that you’ll launch into something and completely mess it up. The upside of this is wise caution: people are indeed often too rash, whereas you know, by instinct, that holding back can save you. Probably, you feel shame and self-disgust a bit too much. But when you do feel in your element, you act with a wisdom and sensitivity never found in people with thicker skins.
AGGRESSION
One part of your character is anger in all its forms: frustration, outrage – and when anger is suppressed – bitterness, grumpiness, and bodily aches. Fundamentally, frustration comes from hope: you get upset because you expect your life will be more than a valley of tears. One way to deny aggression is to direct it inwards, as self-criticism. But you’re at your best when you acknowledge anger, and act it out clearly and in a focused way, with honor.
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She shifts stiffly uncomfortably. The situation has her tense and her damp clothes that cling to her body aren’t exactly cozy. “…His name was Simon Collins. He’s a patient now at the Arcadia Institute,” she informs him softly. She gently nods her head towards the left. “It’s ‘bout twenty miles west of here.” A pause. A gulp. “He told me you can help me.” Her lugubrious doe eyes pleaded. “…I have money.”
❝ you want to kill the person that helped you? i n t e r e s t i n g . ❞ bones pop and the shift of posture, whereas eyes looked over paperwork passed down by anonymous clients. in tobias’ left had was an off the grid cell phone digits search through google and other tracking applications for this arcadia institution. ❝ and what kind of institution is this? ❞ he asked the basics to save time on this proxy b l o c k e d server.
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Kid, get off the ground. Spit your blood, and bare your teeth; go down a savage, go down fighting.
strength is shopping on bath & body works and closing the browser at the final checkout. also, *pokes all u* yall are so quiet lately. yall ok??