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namesjack‌:

“You couldn’t get up for a hot sec there, cowboy. I don’t think that’s manageable.”

Jack’s brow creased, letting some of his concern finally peek through. Though he wouldn’t tell Champ about any of this, he was still concerned for Ford. No good having an agent with an injury he couldn’t just walk off.

“It’s fuckin’ fine, Jack.” Maybe he snaps a little, grimacing as he’s adjusting to his current position. It’s not IDEAL, he knows that. He’s been seeing the doc, going to a chiropractor, doing what he needs to. It’s frustrating as all hell seeing how slow his progress is. “...Just got a lil fucked up last mission. But it’ll be fine.”

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namesjack:

“What, you saying you weren’t expecting lil’ ole me this fine evening?”

Unhooking his flask from his belt, he offered it to Ford. It was no good substitute for painkillers, but everyone knew Jack kept some of the strongest stuff the distillery had to offer in that handy little flask of his at all times.

“I thought your back was getting better…or did you lie to the old man again?”

“I’m sayin’, I wasn’t expectin’ my back to shit out on me.”

Ford should’ve been used to it by now but it had always been up and down. It was always a toss up whether or not an INJURY in the field would make his back worse or not. Sometimes he didn’t even need to be on active duty for it to get worse.

“...It’s manageable. I don’ need ‘im worryin’ about me more ‘n he already does.”

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agcntmargarita:

Her eyes wander around the new looking building before settling on the agent. With a grin on her lips, Carmen motions around the headquarters ❝ you never told me how nice the LA headquarters was ❞

“Well, it’s a helluva lot newer than central.” Their Kentucky hq had been there since the start of the organization. “Nothin’ too VINTAGE ‘round here. We got everythin’ brand new ‘n shiny ‘n all that.” Granted, the California branch wasn’t that new but it certainly didn’t have the same old rustic feel some of Kentucky did.

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namesjack:

“You’ve told him on me before, so I gotta make sure.” Granted, that was while Jack was still on probation, but a fact was a fact.

He knelt down, placing a hand on Ford’s shoulder. At this point, he was truly feeling sorry. Somewhat. “Why aren’t you using painkillers, old man? You know I play rough.”

“I haven’t ‘told on you’, what’re we in grade school?” It takes some doing but he gets himself up, trying not to WINCE every time he moves. Jack’s hand on his shoulder is, admittedly, a comfort. “’Cause I don’t fuckin’ need ‘em until some idjit like you comes along an’ fucks my back up all over again.”

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( @sugarcanesweet / cont. )

Their situation is not IDEAL, to say the least. They’ve been pinned down fairly well and before Ford can even really start to formulate an escape plan, Esli has apparently made up his mind on his own. There’s not much he can do to stop the other man from putting himself out in the open barring tackling him to the ground which would do nothing but expose them both, which is exactly what they DON’T want to do. So, Ford keeps his position for the moment, letting the other agent draw the guard’s attention.

There’s limited time. Ford can’t be sure if they’re going to detain Esli or flat out execute him then and there so he has to assume the latter. He won’t lose another agent on assignment, not like this. He moves CAREFULLY, noiselessly as he can so the guard’s attention is kept solely on Esli, and makes it around the building to flank the guards.

There aren’t as many as they initially assumed, they’re just armed to the teeth. Better and worse for him, he supposes. If he doesn’t take care of them in short order there’s a good chance he’ll get blown out of his shoes. The first is EASY enough. Running up behind the man and shooting him point blank, making quick work of the others with another few shots. Quick and easy, thankfully, but they're hardly out of the woods. Someone’s bound to have heard the shots. “C’mon.”

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agcntmargarita:

Agent Margarita looks excited walking down the hall of the Los Angeles branch of Statesman. She met Agent Gin when she was just became an agent, he even taught her a couple of things. A huge grin grows on her lips, waving at the older man ❝ Agent Gin !!! ❞

He hears his codename yelled down the hallway and turns, brow furrowing slightly as he struggles to pinpoint WHO exactly is talking to him before the woman comes a little closer into view. “Marg’rita.” Ford gives a nod and just a brief smile. “Welcome t’ Cali.” He knew that she was set to arrive this week but hadn’t quite remembered that it was supposed to be today.

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THIS IS SO CURSED AND BEAUTIFUL AT THE SAME TIME FUCK.

*infomercial voice* bUT WAIT! THERE’S MORE!

#sugarcanesweet #;; the face that's in the mirror when i don't like what i see ( visage )

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@agiint IM GONNA LOSE MY MIND

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namesjack:

“Aren’t you romantic,” he quipped with a roll of his eyes. Jack felt an odd, bitter twinge at the way his hand was let go, but he pushed that feeling aside for the promise of a bit of fun and maybe another hours’ worth of relative freedom.

He didn’t reach for Ford’s hand again, his fingers finding a much more comfortable hold on the man’s belt instead.

“Let’s hope the shed ain’t occupied right now,” he added, laughter clear in his voice whilst he led his would-be captor toward the lesser-used corridors of the distillery.

He’s supposed to be minding Jack, keeping an eye on him, but it seems like the other way around now. Not that Ford particularly MINDS. He doesn’t. He may have some reservations about being publicly seen, about his father potentially finding out just how friendly he and Whiskey have been getting, but he doesn’t mind the rest.

Ford lets himself be led out, following behind Jack though he already knows exactly where they’re going. If the other man wants to take point, he’ll let him. He knows Jack’s getting little bit STIR crazy being cooped up in headquarters. “Prob’ly ain’t.” The whole point of it was that it was rarely used.

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Here is part II of Colin Farrell looking mighty fine in Sydney Australia

#;; the face that's in the mirror when i don't like what i see ( visage )#[ if y'all didn't know ford used to be a huge twink ]

knightsculpted:

❝ Been better, yeah,❞ he gets that. He also gets having been worse, too, so maybe not all of it’s turned into complete shit. For his part, Eggsy’s sore in all sorts of places, from the nape of his neck to an ankle he rolled with a nasty pop somewhere along the line, and continued to run on, regardless. He knew it wasn’t easy work from the start; the tests let him know that much, even if they were just tests, and none of the recruits were in any real danger. ( Fuck. Like jumping from a plane and thinking you’re the one without the parachute isn’t a way to get yourself fucking killed, he thinks, vaguely bitterly, even if it’s in the past; it’s left a sour taste in his mouth, and the occasional dream where he’s falling, waking with a start. )

They’ve been looked at by the medics, been patched up where it was necessary. Eggsy’s been advised not to put too much pressure on his ankle, has contusions all over, and he guesses he’s going to be looking like a canvas of sickly green splotches when they start healing up properly. Above all, he’s just hoping the swelling of his ankle goes down quick, because he’s not all that keen on having to stay off of his feet for long. ❝ Guess I ain’t as bad as I could’ve been, neither. ❞

“Could always be worse.” That’s how things go in this job. As bad as it gets, it can always get worse. Ford’s been at his worst already...well, his worst so far. It’s a place he’s particularly keen to go to again. It’s what he REMINDS himself when shit goes sideways. It could be worse. He’s still alive and that’s something. His former partner hadn’t been so lucky. It’s that more than the rest that gets to him some days.

Ford slips back into his shirt, grimacing as pain shoots through his ribs at the movement, and slowly buttons it up. He’s been wrapped up, any actual wounds tended to. He’s going to be a walking bruise for a few days but it gives him time to take a breather before getting back into the thick of it. He’s not as young as he used to be and he’s found he PREFERS having that down time now. He doesn’t mind the administrative side of his job, doesn’t mind passing off some of the field work to some of their younger agents. He’s not out of the game entirely but he’s find a sweet spot in between. “Ya fancy a drink? I need a fuckin’ drink.”

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namesjack:

“…” Ford wasn’t faking it, he knew that, but still, there was a glimmer of doubt in his eyes as he watched the other suffer. “Right. You get on up and don’t say a word to your daddy about this, deal? We’ll laugh about this later over drinks.”

“Ya think I’m gonna admit any o’ this happened t’ my dad?” As if. Ford always felt like the man was keeping a close eye on him and his health as it was, especially since his injury five years ago. “I’m not gonna say SHIT t’im.” He sighed and pushed himself up with a grimace and gritted teeth while pain shot up his back. Fuck his goddamn back.

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namesjack:

“Aw, c’mon, Ford! I didn’t knock you over that hard.”

He groans. “Just fuckin’ gimme a MINUTE...”

#namesjack #v: funny how a melody sounds like a memory ( main )#[ why is this poor boy always injured ]

( @knightsculpted / starter )

“Well, I been better...” Ford’s sore all-fuckin-over but that can be par for the course these days. “...been WORSE too.” He wasn’t bleeding, his jacket doing it’s job, but that didn’t mean it still didn’t hurt like a bitch when you got shot point blank with a bullet even if it didn’t actually puncture. His ribs would need a few days, certainly.

All that really matters is that they’ve done their damn job and everything’s getting wrapped up in a nice little bow, more or less. “How ‘bout you, kid?” Ford can’t say he’s surprised by how young the other agent is. He’d been brought in by his FATHER around the same age by the looks of Eggsy. It’s how their organizations work. Bring them in young, at their peak, and get as many years as you can out of them.

#knightsculpted #v: funny how a melody sounds like a memory ( main )#[ i needed an excuse to use these icons and you gave me one ]

LIKE for some plots or a starter or both from this disaster

well apparently the kingsm*n rp has come out of hibernation so i’m gonna try to be on here & @singlemaltscott agaaaaain

#;; gay update: getting gayer ( ooc )

whimsymascara

2.02 // 2.07

#;; the face that's in the mirror when i don't like what i see ( visage )#;; all my edges have always been rough ( about ford )#[ those puppy eyes are insane ]

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