just a young gun

" he had a violent, uncontrolled temper which sent him literally insane . " - unknown

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i’ll get to replies soon! i promise. i’ve just been feeling shitty and sick lately.

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azlyns:

“hang on,” she stops, a loud laugh taking over her body, her finger pointing at him. “you’re here, seriously tryin’ to fuckin’ tell me that a guy, who’s in jail, gave you the only stash he had? you fuckin’ trust that shit? i mean, c’mon, most, despite how much they’re paid, wouldn’t give up their only stash. especially if they’re in fuckin’ jail and will probably have a hard time gettin’ it in.”

“ah - fuck off with your ‘hard time’. you get one of the guards involved - one of the new recruits. the weak ones. all idealistic until you appeal to whatever they fucking want. money, power, sex. the prison drug trade is a fuckin’ GOLD MINE." knowledge from experience - if anything gratitude from his own and off stays in juvie. silver linings everywhere you looked. “normally the men crack easier.” word to wise, perhaps to be used at her leisure if ever needed.

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morclifc:

“‘Ey mate!” The blonde sidled up to the other, gesturing to the woman behind the counter that she’d cover their bill at the shop. While Carrie’s pearly whites may have seemed to exhibit pure generosity, she had another motive in mind. “So, listen…I need a hand with somethin’. And I know! You’re probably thinkin’ ‘dodgy sheila! I’ve got things to do!’ but it won’t take long. Promise! I’d be positively devo if you say no.” Her teeth sunk into her lower lip as she studied the expression of the other, leaning against the counter to give her spiel one more shot. “Did I mention you look ace today? Stunnin’.” Tilting her head to the side, Carrie’s lids fluttered shut with a slight scrunch of her nose. “To much at the end there, eh?”

“are you building me up to bury a body with you or somethin’?” regardless, intrigued at the prospect of whatever it was she was going to suggest. ever drawn to danger, he leans closer into her space, one elbow resting on the counter as he leans his side against it. “go ahead, stunner.” a bit of harmless flirtation HERE and THERE never caused any trouble, right? ( famous last words. )

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alexandramalcolmm:

“Hi, I’m so sorry that this is so random, but I’m a little desperate for a quick opinion as soon as possible, so could you please do me a tiny favor and sample this piece of cake and tell me how you feel about it? And please be honest. If it does need any improvements, like more eggs or butter or fudge, please don’t hesitate to say so,” she smiled charmingly at the other with a pleading tone.

“a free lunch? just like that?” eyes diverting between the woman before him and the paper plate she held out. he’d taken much greater risks in his time - so what was the harm? taking the plate and fork that was being held out to him, and then a mouthful of cake. letting himself taste it and then humming in surprise. “that’s actually pretty good. you know like the kind of shit they offer you at diners for fifty bucks a piece. - can i keep this?” 

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finnhq:

“-so after taking a look, it seems like your battery died but it really shouldn’t be too hard to fix. I can probably have it done by tomorrow. i’ll even change the oil for you so she’ll be driving even b e t t e r than before! 

“fuck!” the curse word falls easily off his tongue, in partial anger towards the vehicle and himself in turn. he was the kind of guy who needed to get around. “do you know how it got that low? you know i have some shit to do man. - i’d owe you one if you get it fixed up by tonight.” money was no object as always, and so the prospect of a bribe was fresh in his mind.

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uncontribute:

his eyes moved up and down the chart, quickly analyzing the chicken scratch that the current veterinarian on staff had scribbled onto the page. the writing had been hard, as could be determined from the indention left within the page, which immediately put a red flag into razaaq’s head. he pulled his attention back up from the chart and to the patient in front of him. “i know you’ve already been asked the same questions over and over again, but it’s policy that i have to ask you again, so could you humor me?” he practically begged with a meek smile. “what brings you two in today?” his smile grew as he shifted from the person in front of him to the patient on the table. “and what might this lovely’s name be?”

waiting uncharacteristically anxiously, his usual cool demenour disposed of - perhaps in his general uncomfort at the situation. “i don’t know dude - just, listen i talked to a guy a while back. told him that i found this stray on this street, you know his leg all bent outta shape.” scratching the back of his head, swaying back and forth on his heels. “and then i find this guy out on the street and he looks like he’s kinda - fucked the same way, you know?” a pause. “whatever just - can you fix ‘im?” 

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lumiincsity:

her arms are crossed over her chest as she looks at him, her eyes a little wider than usual as she listened to his story. leila had to stop herself looking totally horrified when he so carelessly brandished the small package, the contents of it rather obvious. ‘ you bought something from a guy who you met in the holding cell of the sheriff’s station ?  not knowing who he is or where that stuff even came from ? ’  she questioned, her eyebrows drawing together ever so slightly in confusion. it sounded like he most ridiculous thing the redhead had ever heard of. ‘ i get wanting to try something new but he isn’t exactly a reliable source, is he ?  do you even know if it’s safe ? i really don’t think i should. ’

“we’re both the ones life fucked over. it’s an unspoken blood brother thing.” stunned by the other’s confusion - always shocked when those around him exhibited any kind of restraint ( not typically the people he chose to surround himself with ). “come on - the guy’d taken it himself. swore blind - i’d kill ‘im if he was fucking lying.” taking another few fries, leaning forward again. putting on a smile, exuding charm. “have i ever lead ya wrong? if it kills you, it kills me too. and that isn’t gonna work for either of us. so - going once ...” the countdown begins.

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featherstcnes:

denver listens with wide eyes and tries to keep up with mitchell’s story. he’s kind of wishing winnie was here to respond to his story because he doesn’t really even know how to respond. instead, he continues to fill his mouth with the salad in front of him. he chokes down a bite and shakes his head, “ oh !! no, no no. no –– i’m okay. ” with a flicker in his eyes, he speaks with a smile in his voice, “ you haven’t got me confused with winnie now, have you, mitchell ?? “

denver’s company was always less entertaining than winnie’s. always less adventerous - lacking spontaniety. but he was winnie’s brother, and any friend of winnie’s was a friend of his by default. “only if winnie suddenly grew a dick.” pocketing the package for later use, leaning back in his chair. “relax, dude. tell your sister,  yeah?” 

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fogism:

rigby takes another puff from his cig, “depends what your wanting” he pauses for a second and has a think. “i can do you a small one for a couple of dollars but the bigger you get the more its gonna cost ya’” he tells the male. he watches the male, “you’re welcome to come inside and we can work something out”. 

“how much’ll it cost for a whole fucking sleeve? i’m talking shoulder to wrist, man.” another consideration of his, would probably allow the other full artistic control. seemed like the guy had confidence - which resonated easily with him. “pass over one of those and you got a deal.” gesturing to the cigarette the other is currently holding. 

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fogism:

rigby is stood outside the tattoo shop, with a cig in his hand. he was on a smoke break at work, it was a slow day and he was bored. someone walks past and he has an idea. “hey! do you wanna do something crazy? you should get a tattoo. i’ll do it for you, cheap” he calls out. 

his steps find pause, turning back towards the street. scanning for the origin of the offer - money was no object to him, but he’d never turn down a good opportunity to make his parents blood boil. tattoos were on his list of future acts of rebellion, in fact, as well as being something he’d always wanted. stepping up towards the man, squaring his head.  “how cheap we talking?” 

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i’m slowly but steadily working my way through the starters in the tag and replies !! if a reply takes a while to get to you i’m sorry !! i have two exams this week and then none for about two more so that’ll be productive! just a psa that i’m ignoring no-one i just can’t get everything done at once ! 

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altheamcdonell:

“so, this plus eighty-nine would be – – bloody hell, i hate math.” the blonde grumbled to herself and ran her fingers through her hair in frustration.

“slide it over here.” patting the space between them, brandishing the calculator app on his phone as he leans back. “or go for a hundred and knock eleven off or somethin’.”  hidden intelligence under layers of arrogance, of varying levels of sincerity in charm.

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rcids:

she raised an eyebrow listening to words tumble out of the other’s mouth like a waterfall. her fork pushed around the food that seemed to be hastily tossed onto her plate. though her attention had been caught and reeled in at the sound of heroin AND weed. carefully placing her fork down, she kept her eyes on the bag. ‘ i don’t do drugs. ’ her head shook once. ‘ but… you could get a good price for that. ’ the brunette leaned forward, disregarding the slightly sticky feeling she felt from the table counter. ‘ i could help you with it. y’know, keeping track of payments and all of that boring math shit. you could make more than your father. ’

eyes narrowing in on the bag now dangling from his fingertips for an entirely different reason, ignoring her previous admission. everyone was into something. sex, drugs, alcohol - all means of stress relief. all which could be exploited, addictive. ‘pick your poison’ they said; 'everything' he said. ( but money is addictive as anything else.  and he’s been exposed to it all his life. ) the packet facing him now; all it’s possibilities laid bare before him. “- you think? you know how much this shit goes for at face value?” it would drive his parents further to the brink of insanity then they already were. THE HEIR TO THE BARKER LEGACY; A CRIMINAL.  knowing his way around the business was easy. “so - this partnership you’re proposing, what’s in it for you?”

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aaarden:

arden waits as mitchell stuffs his face with food, taking a sip from their glass of iced tea. "heroin and weed? nice.” they reply, popping some more food into their mouth. arden watches as he pulls out a small plastic baggie from his front pocket, their eyes lighting up at the sight. “fuck yeah, i’m down. i’m always down.”

“fuck yeah, you are.” excitement brightens overwise dull, static expression. hoping up out of his seat, chugging down the rest of the diet soft drink generic brand variety. chewing down on one of the ice cubes that falls into his mouth serendipitdiously. looking over at them. "50/50 split? wanna go for high as a kite or high as a fucking kite?" 

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azlyns:

“jesus fuckin’ christ, dude.” she shakes her head, an eyebrow raised as she takes a second to digest the entire cluster of a story she as just given, only ending up with a laugh escaping her lips. “y’know, usually i’d take it…” she begins, her eyebrows now furrowing as she looks down at the package. “but, considering you got it from a dude that’s in jail, i wouldn’t trust it too much. could have rat poisoning for all we fuckin’ know, or it could be some weak shit that you just paid too much for.” she shrugged, pushing the bag away.

opening the bag, putting it up to his nose. coughing a couple of times, stifling a chuckle into the bag. moving it from his face and shuffling it around in it’s package. at eye level. it looked pretty normal. “you worry too fucking much - “ resealing the bag, perservering in pushing the bag across the table towards her despite her protests. “take a whiff of the stuff, if you want. ‘sides, guy gave me his stash. has to wait for his guy to smuggle another batch in.”

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“i was at the sheriff’s station last night, right. and i had to stay because this metrosexual jackass trying to assert his transparent masculinity so this prior would sleep with him was taking the world to see if i was getting charged. and by the way, it's a simple system get your head out of your ass buddy - " brief refuse from his talking is found when he loads a few more mouthfuls of his meal into his mouth. "and so i was lying in this cell - waiting for this guy to start thinking with his upstairs brain, and then i hear this dude in the cell next to me. and he’s like ‘man you’ve gotta check this out, it’s like heroin and weed man, you gotta check it out’. and once i got out, i asked the guy where he got it. slipped a fifty dollar bill under the bars and -” leaning back in his seat, pulling out the thing, transparent package out of his front pocket. thinking it a suitable explanation as any. “so - feel like scoring some?" 

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greetings. sam i am. i don’t like green eggs and ham. i got that from glee, not from it’s original source. judge me all you want. i’m also incredibly awkward. AND I TALK IN CAPS A LOT. LIKE THIS. PROBABLY ABOUT HOW EXCITED I AM TO PLAY THIS OC THAT I’VE BEEN FLESHING OUT FOR ABOUT A YEAR NOW? yes. yep. okayyyyy - now that there’s that out of the way. under the cut i will hopefully be less awkward and mitchell will be less ashamed of me. wouldn’t that be nice?

this is mitchell - he’s a little dysfunctional, you could say. but if you get on his good side there’s a solid 80 or 95% chance ( depending on the day you catch him ) he’ll never put a steak knife to your throat. progression is good. he’s a complicated individual basically. some key facts about him are:  - he’s from an incredibly wealthy family but he’s denounced them all his life, particularly his father (tugs collar daddy issues) - it also doesn’t particularly help that he was teased a lot as a kid for being a rich kid - the word bitch was thrown around a lot. when mitchell went to prison the first time, he actually went up to the biggest guy in the prison when he heard the word used again and said something along the lines “you know you look dumb as hell but that’s actually one letter off my name. wanna try again?” he’s a polarising little shit. - he has blatant anger and arrogance issues - although brought on by his upbringing largely. he’s taken to rebelling and making his parents boil at the seams in any way possible. during their fancy dinner parties he would show up in a t-shirt and jeans just to see how angry he could make them. - he was in and out of juvy as a teenager - suspected conspiracy, drugs, drugs dealing, you know name it - he was into it. however, no matter how severe the charges, the lawyers his parents always provided as not to slander the family name meant he was always out in a few months. - one particular family event, when tensions were incredibly high, a comment was made by his father - one that mitchell doesn’t remember now in the rage of the moment - that caused him to grab the steak knife from the table, walk over to his father, and hold it to his throat in a crowded room of dinner guests. as you can imagine, panic ensued. - he went down for six months for attempted murder. but the family’s desire to keep it under wraps got the sentence reduced and voila he’s out again. although within the contract of his release was a restraining order, and mandatory allowance given by his parents every month. - they keep their distance, he gets his money and a nice apartment, and it’s a beneficial arrangement. - really, mitchell is a huge hypocrite because he deliberately rebels against wealth but garners all of it from his parents. the fast cars, the expensive clothes, the penthouse apartments. but try to tell him that and well - be careful. so like this or im him to plot ?? i’ve sent out a few messages but feel free!!