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kadeparker:
“Poor little you.” Kade had heard the excuse before, ‘not my choice’. It made him want to laugh. Anyone on the other side of the bars had a choice. “I was never interested either. Too bad it wasn’t exactly my choice.”
“I’m not looking for your sympathy. You asked the question, I just answered.” The grin on Priam’s lips looked a little darker in that moment, a little more dangerous. The werewolf glanced the boy over. “What’s your name again? Or did I even ask?”
mildgyo:
Drea offers a brisk nod of her head before shifting against the bench, gaze lingering on the werewolf for a moment. “Did any of your followers join you on the journey to a new country?” She wants to pry more, not for any personal gain but for curious reasoning. “Forgive me if I’m over stepping but what about your pack? Didn’t you have family?”
He shook his head in response but there wasn’t a hint of bitterness in his expression or in the words that followed; “I offered, told the ones I trusted where I’d be -- gave them them the option. I wasn’t going to uproot them from everything they knew just because the feds were breathing down my neck.” Priam shrugged his shoulders; “my pack wasn’t... traditional. I collected strays for the most part, from any species. I gave them a family but I all I ever asked was loyalty.”
violet-brady:
“Okay,” she said with a small smile. She knew she should be doing something more but this wasn’t the time or place to address it. That could be later as she had a feeling she’d see Priam again. She stayed where she was until he got back, sitting up so she could take the pills with ease. “Thank you,” she said with a smile before laying down again. “This is very kind of you. I appreciate it.”
The werewolf returned shortly, bottle of Tylenol and a glass of water in hand. He popped out two of the little pills and gave them to her along with the water. Priam waved his hand at her thanks; “it’s nothing, really. I mean... You’ve got a concussion probably and they shouldn’t just leave you to rot in your cell. That’s good way to end up with some series complications, though I think you’ll be fine.”
kadeparker:
When the man mentioned New York, Kade’s eyes couldn’t help but light up. It was hard not to react when it was where he was from. Despite the size of the city, he had only met a couple of people from there in his time here. Being from New York himself, Kade was well aware how abundant places of worship were in the city. His eyes narrowed at the man on the other side of the bars. “Why are you down here anyway?”
“Early retirement,” he responded, chuckling. “Not exactly my choice -- I rather liked working -- but things were getting a bit tense and, no offense, but I’m not interested in being on the wrong side of those bars.”
“Fuck, it’s big.” (drea/mildyo)
“I’d say flattery will get you no where but it’s hardly flattery when it’s the truth, yeah?”
@mildgyo
"Help me set this fucking thing on fire.”
“And then what? Help you salt the ground of Carthage?” the make asked jokingly. He shrugged his shoulders; “I don’t exactly carry matches or lighters around with me if that’s what your asking.”
violet-brady:
Violet knew not to try and look a gift horse in the mouth so she made sure to keep quiet as they walked to the room. She smiled as they walked into the room. It was so nice, something she never imagined herself in ever. She looked over to the couch and nodded her head. The cot she had was fine but this couch looked downright heavenly. “Yes, sir,” she said before she moved over to it, laying down carefully. She had to lay on her side, the back of her head still too tender to lay on. “Are you sure there isn’t anything I can do for you?”
Priam, turning a couple of lamps that weren’t too bright, watched out of the corner of his eye as she settled herself on the couch. He let out a small snort, barely perceptible as, she asked -- he could hear the offer but his shook his head. “Look, sweetheart, this probably isn’t going to happen a lot, but you’re here just to rest. I don’t want anything and I’m not going to do anything -- not that it’s not appealing, ‘cause you’re a gorgeous girl, but lay down and relax. I’ll get some Tylenol.”
“What the fuck did we do last night?”
“Not what the questions usually implies -- gave you some Tylenol, watched a movie, had some food, and then put you to bed when you feel asleep on the couch.”
“F-fuck–please–”
“Please what? You’ve got to use your words, sweetheart,” he teased, lips curled in a mischievous grin, his fingers ghosting over the boys pale and freckled flesh.
mildgyo:
He’s certainly a man after her own heart, care free and with a rebel spirit. Someone that Drea can see herself getting along with, easily. “You are going to be both loved and feared here.” Yet there’s a smirk pressing up on her features, “Have you seen any of the slaves yet?”
“Just what I want.” Retiring to some tropical location to wear Hawaiian shirts for the rest of his days sounded so boring; love, fear, respect... Those weren’t things the alpha werewolf would live without. “I’ve visited the cells a few times. There are some pretty ones down there.”
violet-brady:
Violet obeyed, not even really thinking twice about it. Priam was in a position of power over her and she had learned the hard way that questioning power was sometimes the worst thing to do. She looked up at him for a moment with a small smile. “Yes, sir,” she said quietly, hoping he could hear her. “Thank you. I know you don’t have to do this.”
“It was nothing.” And it really was -- by no means would any call Priam good but he wasn’t a psychopath either. Evil by profession, cruel at times, but not rotten to the core. He led the redhead by the arm towards his rooms, letting go of her so he could retrieve his key and push open the door. “Welcome to Casa de Byeon; you can lay down on the couch.”
“Fuck” Sentence Starters
Angry
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“Fuck this.”
“Get the fuck out of here.”
“Who the fuck are you?”
“Fuck that!”
“I fucking hate him/her/them/you.”
“Fuck. FUCK. FUUUUCK!”
“Shut the fuck up.“
“Get your fucking act together.”
“Keep your shitty nose out of my fucking business.”
“Leave me alone, or I’ll fuck you up.”
“Get your fucking hands off of me!”
“Stay the fuck away from me.”
“Who stole my fucking shit?!”
“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?”
“You wanna fucking go, punk?”
“Get the fuck over it.”
“Where the fuck have you been?”
“What the fuck do you want from me?”
Sad
“Fuck life.”
“No, I’m not fucking over it.”
“Why the fuck did he/she/they have to go and die?”
“What the fuck am I supposed to do now?”
“Why did things have to go so fucking wrong?”
“I’m gonna eat fifty fucking cartons of ice cream and then pass out and die like a warrior.”
“Try to fucking stop me from leaving my room. It’s not gonna happen.”
“The love of my life just decided that I was worth fucking nothing.”
“I fucking miss him/her/them.”
“Who the fuck cares?”
“All of this fucking shit was for nothing.”
“I fucked up my own life.”
“I can’t believe I did this fucking shit all over again.”
Insults
“Fuck you!”
“I fucked your mom last night.”
“You’re a fucking asshole.”
“You just think you’re fucking hilarious, don’t you?”
“Who the fuck died and made you king/queen/ruler?”
“Go to fucking hell, you piece of shit!”
“Go fuck yourself.”
“Motherfucker!”
“Wow, that’s fucking small.”
“Get the fuck over yourself.”
Sexy
“Fuck me.”
“I don’t ‘make love’, I fuck.”
“I’d fuck you all night long.”
“You look like a fucking dog in heat.”
“You look so fucking hot right now.”
“Fuck–faster~”
“FUCK, I’m gonna come!”
“I’ll fuck you right here, right now.”
“Babe, fuck–not here.”
“You’re one cocky motherfucker. Let’s go back to my place.”
“I want to bend you over and fuck you until you can’t walk.”
“I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk.”
“F-fuck–please–~”
“I’d let you fuck me any day.”
“You better use a fucking condom.”
“Tell me what you want me to fucking do to you.”
“Do you want me to fuck you while everyone’s watching?”
“Fuck, it’s big.”
“Let’s make a fucking baby.”
Situations
“Give me a break. I’m in the fucking hospital.”
“How are YOU mad at ME when I’m the one who’s in FUCKING JAIL?”
“Help me set this fucking thing on fire.”
“I’m gonna need a fucking lawyer.”
“This is all YOUR fault, you dumb fuck.”
“It’s not MY fault we’re in fucking handcuffs.”
“Fuck, I’m so wasted.”
“What the fuck did we do last night?”
“Where the fuck am I?”
“Fuck. SHIT. There goes my car.”
“Wait–fuck. Isn’t that my house?”
“Fuck it. Might as well have fun, if we’re going to get caught.”
“Why the fuck do you have gasoline?”
“Where the fuck did that baby come from?!”
“It’s not a party until someone almost fucking dies.”
“FUCK, you scared the shit out of me!”
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mildgyo:
His points were certainly fair enough and Drea had no intentions of questioning him further on the matter. After all, what purpose would it serve her? Nothing of course. “I suppose then there is only one thing left, sir.” Her head tilts in slight, studying him carefully. “What are you going to do with your time in Geamana?”
He laughed -- a hearty, full-bodied sound -- and grinned at the woman sitting across from him. “Whatever the hell I want. That’s the point of this place, isn’t it?” Places with strict rules and customs didn’t usually come with sex slaves -- at least, that was how Priam understood it. He couldn’t kill anyone but if he wanted to do something, he could do something.
kadeparker:
“For someone who says they don’t mesh well with religion, you seem to know an awful lot about it.” Kade sat down on his cot and crossed his arms across his chest with a huff. He and his family had never really been the religious sort so he didn’t know squat about religion and the creatures it involved. He knew the very basics sure, but it wouldn’t be enough to save himself. “And I know how I was possessed and I know why. I just want to know how to get rid of it.”
“I read,” he said, shrugging, “and I’m from New York; people call us godless heathens but there’s also a church or mosque or whatever nearly every block.” Back when he was ‘working’, he’d done his research into the various religious institutions, choosing only to ask protection money from the places who didn’t keep their noses clean. “I suppose if you ever get un-possessed -- and out of here -- you’ll be teaching exorcisms to all your future generations, eh?”
violet-brady:
Violet wasn’t too sure if he was being honest but it’s not like she had much choice. She stood up carefully, trying not to get too dizzy as she moved. The guard unlocked the cell and she was pulled out. She looked down at her feet as she stood in front of him. “I’m not totally sure how this works. Or what I should do at this point.” She glanced at him for a minute. “Is….I guess we go back to your room?”
The girl was nervous, standing in front of him and staring at her feet rather than looking at him. Her respect was nice but her doubt was less so. Priam was a man who meant what he said and said what he meant; there were people who preferred pretty words and prettier lies but that wasn’t the alpha werewolf. “Take my arm.” He gave her a Cheshire Cat type of grin as he held out his arm to him. “I’ll lead you back to mine.”
mildgyo:
Another shrug of her shoulder falls before the brunette shifts a little, “You would know better than I, though I suppose being here in Romania is a hell of a lot better than leaving yourself open and vulnerable to FBI.” Early retirement. “Have you been to Romania before? It’s certainly a different world than the states.”
“Extradition isn’t cheap and this place--” he meant Geamana more than Romania “--has benefits other places don’t. There are some risks but I’ve weighed them. Yeah, it’s safe I know better about this.” He shook his head. “No, life’s not brought me here before. It’s different but not bad.”
kadeparker:
“Even if there is a higher power, do you really think it’s going to forgive and forget all the twisted shit you’ve probably done?” Kade snorted. “Give me a break. The only reason you’d ever end up like me is bad luck.” He looked around the bars of his cell and sighed. “But hey, whatever helps you sleep at night.”
“That’s what they say though, isn’t it? Confess your sins and ask for forgiveness and all will be forgotten? Purgatory is there too, if you subscribe to Dante’s vision,” he responded with a shrug, his lips curling in a grin. Priam wasn’t interested in thinking much on life after death; here and now was just dandy for the werewolf. “Unless you were sacrificing goats and inviting the demon in, then I think bad luck is how you ended up possessed in the first place.”
