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The Billy Hargrove
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These new age basketball players are kind of fucking tools imo.
Taking a pretty girl by her jaw and forcing her to look up at you as you spit into her mouth >
“Billy, is that you?” Eden peers out from her front door at the car that had just pulled up into her driveway, a frown on her lips. Anxious.
One leg in front of the other, swinging his body out of the door of his car and then slamming the door shut with a bump of his hip, he would step out, cigarette burning from the corner of his mouth. He takes it in between his fingers, taking a drag and blowing the smoke out to the side. Pretty girl doesn’t know what she’s gotten into, clearly.
“Eden, what a nice surprise, right?” He drawls out, sniffling and wiping his nose. This was their first time meeting, and yet both of their names fell off of each other’s tongues so easily, both of which only hearing of the other, and here he was being such a good boy and reaching out due to this fuck-all shit he had been roped into. He couldn’t remember exactly how he got here, why this was even happening - he was dead. He was aware of that, had the pink scarring from the veins of the Mind Flayer.
“I feel as though you’ve got some information for me. Is that true?” He begins walking up to her, eyeing her much smaller form. “Shit’s not normal, Angel. Shit isn’t adding up, and I’m going to need some fucking answers.”
The smile he’s got isn’t kind, it’s predatory, prone to snapping should one wrong nerve be plucked at.
His approaching makes her more anxious. Having stepped out from her house, she takes a step or two back, faltering as he makes his way closer to her. Her heart is pounding, anxiety pulsing in her bloodstream. It was like I’ve in her veins, stomach turning - they were alone, if anything were to happen there wouldn’t be anywhere to run.
She was trapped.
At the question of information, she cocks her eyebrow, head tilting slightly. “In…formation…?” Limbo? She’s eyeing him wearily, nervous. “What do you mean information? I can’t give you anything unless I know explicitly what you mean by it.” She knows what he means, but…
Shedding his jacket and throwing it on top of his car, he moves even closer to her, making sure she’s watching him the whole time before he lowers himself down to her level, eyes burning into her terrified ones. “I’m dead, Eden. How the hell does that work? And it doesn’t take but a few loose mouths to be able to find out you’ve been doing research into this whole fucking thing.”
He points an accusing finger at her chest, going straight through the hole of her keyhole necklace to jab it directly into her sternum. “Do you know how much bullshit that is? I want to know everything. Everything, Eden, and I will get it out of you one way or another, understood?” He rasps, poison dripping with every word spat. He takes his finger back and grabs the cigarette from his mouth, blowing smoke directly into her face.
“So. I want in.” He says bluntly. “I want to be in the loop. Not too much to ask for, right?” He watches her expectantly.
“Billy-“
His finger shoots directly to her chest, her gasping and wincing at the throbbing pain that came with it. She inhales sharply, tears springing into the corners of her eyes and making her body instinctively tremble. His words are burning against her head, full attention on him. “I don’t-“ she starts pathetically.
“I don’t really have anything useful. It just…those that were involved seem to be the most affected.”
She breathes out shakily as he moves back, coughing from the smoke that burned her eyes. The brunette moves to wipe her face with a sleeve and take a moment to be able to just…breathe.
“I feel as though I’ve no choice but to let you in on it.” She states numbly.
“Wasn’t so hard, now, was it?”
His posture relaxes only a smidge, and he brings the cigarette out of his mouth, flicking the ashes down and blowing the smoke off to the side. He eyes her tiny, petite frame, trembling in front of him and clearly terrified. Something stirs in his gut seeing her like that, eyes weepy and cheeks red from it, entire frame trembling just slightly -
“I’m leaving you my number. The moment that you find anything new out, give me a call. I’ll be over here. And if you don’t-“ His hand comes up faster than lightning and cracks against her jaw like thunder afterwards. He clenched her face in his hand, face twitching as he looks down at her maliciously. “I’ll still show up. I clearly know where you live, so I’ll be back. Yeah?”
He leans forward, her jaw still tightly gripped, and places a hard kiss against her lips. He lets go of her by turning her head slightly and throwing her face out of his grip, putting the cigarette back into his mouth as he turns heel and walks back to his car.
“Oh, and Eden?” He looks back at her, shit-eating grin on his face. “We’ll be meeting again.” With that he gets back into his car, revs the engine, and leaves.
“Billy, is that you?” Eden peers out from her front door at the car that had just pulled up into her driveway, a frown on her lips. Anxious.
One leg in front of the other, swinging his body out of the door of his car and then slamming the door shut with a bump of his hip, he would step out, cigarette burning from the corner of his mouth. He takes it in between his fingers, taking a drag and blowing the smoke out to the side. Pretty girl doesn’t know what she’s gotten into, clearly.
“Eden, what a nice surprise, right?” He drawls out, sniffling and wiping his nose. This was their first time meeting, and yet both of their names fell off of each other’s tongues so easily, both of which only hearing of the other, and here he was being such a good boy and reaching out due to this fuck-all shit he had been roped into. He couldn’t remember exactly how he got here, why this was even happening - he was dead. He was aware of that, had the pink scarring from the veins of the Mind Flayer.
“I feel as though you’ve got some information for me. Is that true?” He begins walking up to her, eyeing her much smaller form. “Shit’s not normal, Angel. Shit isn’t adding up, and I’m going to need some fucking answers.”
The smile he’s got isn’t kind, it’s predatory, prone to snapping should one wrong nerve be plucked at.
His approaching makes her more anxious. Having stepped out from her house, she takes a step or two back, faltering as he makes his way closer to her. Her heart is pounding, anxiety pulsing in her bloodstream. It was like I’ve in her veins, stomach turning - they were alone, if anything were to happen there wouldn’t be anywhere to run.
She was trapped.
At the question of information, she cocks her eyebrow, head tilting slightly. “In…formation…?” Limbo? She’s eyeing him wearily, nervous. “What do you mean information? I can’t give you anything unless I know explicitly what you mean by it.” She knows what he means, but…
Shedding his jacket and throwing it on top of his car, he moves even closer to her, making sure she’s watching him the whole time before he lowers himself down to her level, eyes burning into her terrified ones. “I’m dead, Eden. How the hell does that work? And it doesn’t take but a few loose mouths to be able to find out you’ve been doing research into this whole fucking thing.”
He points an accusing finger at her chest, going straight through the hole of her keyhole necklace to jab it directly into her sternum. “Do you know how much bullshit that is? I want to know everything. Everything, Eden, and I will get it out of you one way or another, understood?” He rasps, poison dripping with every word spat. He takes his finger back and grabs the cigarette from his mouth, blowing smoke directly into her face.
“So. I want in.” He says bluntly. “I want to be in the loop. Not too much to ask for, right?” He watches her expectantly.
“Billy, is that you?” Eden peers out from her front door at the car that had just pulled up into her driveway, a frown on her lips. Anxious.
One leg in front of the other, swinging his body out of the door of his car and then slamming the door shut with a bump of his hip, he would step out, cigarette burning from the corner of his mouth. He takes it in between his fingers, taking a drag and blowing the smoke out to the side. Pretty girl doesn’t know what she’s gotten into, clearly.
“Eden, what a nice surprise, right?” He drawls out, sniffling and wiping his nose. This was their first time meeting, and yet both of their names fell off of each other’s tongues so easily, both of which only hearing of the other, and here he was being such a good boy and reaching out due to this fuck-all shit he had been roped into. He couldn’t remember exactly how he got here, why this was even happening - he was dead. He was aware of that, had the pink scarring from the veins of the Mind Flayer.
“I feel as though you’ve got some information for me. Is that true?” He begins walking up to her, eyeing her much smaller form. “Shit’s not normal, Angel. Shit isn’t adding up, and I’m going to need some fucking answers.”
The smile he’s got isn’t kind, it’s predatory, prone to snapping should one wrong nerve be plucked at.
