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♔  Nathan Isaac Barnes. 35. Paramedic. Mule for the American Mob. Deaf. Atlanta, GA. ♔

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elenaxscott‌:

 The chaos wasn’t something she was used to. Although living in Atlanta, Elena felt she should of been by now. Everything was up in arms after the shooting and the Mayor’s statement and Elena quietly wondered what this meant for the future of the clubs. Not really paying attention, the woman sat at the nurses desk filling out paperwork from a surgery she had just finished when a shadow fell over her. “I’m sorry but if you need help, the information station is down the hall.” She said not looking up. 

“Very kind of you, but I don’t think the information station likes your weird ten-to-one cream-to-coffee ratio,” he noted, passing her designated cup off to her. Despite how weird it was not hearing his own voice, he tried to accommodate the others around him to the best of his abilities. He appreciated when others made the effort, but he was also good at reading lips. Reading Elena’s was his favorite pastime. “But, hey, what do I know? Some people are full of surprises.”

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dixiepresident‌:

Not that Richard cared–hell, whatever someone was planning for today was just the icing on the god damn cake. While he wouldn’t divulge his many secrets, it didn’t mean he couldn’t share a laugh–stifle a few fucking giggles at the whole ordeal. But even with the slightest pivot of his footsteps–he caught the man staring. “Can I help you?” He snapped, one hand pocketed, amusement endless on his expression.

Something about this man read ‘danger’ but Nathan wasn’t one to back down so easily especially from something as trivial as a gut-feeling. He remained, the lip movements of the other discoursing his train of thought before he offered a slightly more hostile narrowing of his eyes. 

“Yeah, you can start by moving the fuck out of the way.” Looking back to the woman behind him who’d moved back when the giant had, he offered a sympathetic gaze.

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dixiepresident‌:

He stood there, unknown by most, one hand tucked in his pocket, the other slowly pulling sunglasses from the bridge of his nose with a sudden slight smirk. There was something gratifying about watching their darling mayor speak, ushering about some new-wave of justice for people who should’ve been giving thanks to their presence more than judging them for their crimes–literally. “Well now, we can’t have that.” He commented, his lips curving into a smile. 

Nathan had been a little shaken since the incident. It was one thing rushing off to go respond to a call but another thing entirely as he watched the people around him scramble for a reason not yet known to him at the time only to find brains blown all over the place. He let out an uneven breath, eyes roaming to keep his wits about him before landing on the small smirk presented by the suited man a few feet away from him. Why the Hell was he smiling during this? It had earned him more of a glare than a simple eye narrow in return. Some people were so fucked up these days.

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