Gunpowder and Cigarettes

M!A Status: None Your name is DIAMONDS DROOG and you are currently under the employ of a certain SPADES SLICK as second in command of the dangerous gang of mobsters known as the MIDNIGHT CREW, and much to your boredom that's pretty much all there is to it. diamondsDignitary on pesterchum Diamonds Droog roleplay account. All nsfw content will be tagged as such. Out of character content will be tagged as such and will 90% of the time be in brackets. Has been reset since his inception.

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A sharp pain shoots through Droogs side, as though a knife found its way to into his skin. Because one did. Because Slick stuck him with aforementioned knife. "You.... FUCKING BASTARD! "

"Son of a bitch" 

You know, he really should of seen this coming. It's fairly hard to miss a knife in your ribcage as is, but especially so when placed there by a pretty fast but not so graceful Slick. Droog hates it when this happens. It's incredibly difficult to enjoy reading when you have a ruptured organ.

"What the hell was that for."

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[all-bridges-have-been-burnt-dea]

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((cant wait for "Sorry i fucked and subsequently killed your girlfriend boss))

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[the-l0st-child]

Visit Original Link

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anNA GET OUT;;;))

[carapissedoff]

Guess who’s back Back again Addys back Shell fuck my friend

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sPITSS))

[carapissedoff]

droog she’s back

i i don’t fucking know how addys back

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….Дрисня

[carapissedoff]

this cant be real droog

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...I'll see what I can do. 

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Something is wrong.

[carapissedoff]

droog

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Slick.

[carapissedoff]

droog she’s back i i don’t fucking know how addys back

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....Дрисня

[the-l0st-child]

Visit Original Link

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anNA GET OUT;;;))

[cuestickdiamonds-blog]

Something is wrong.

[carapissedoff]

droog

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Slick.

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Wasting. My time.

[carmineclock]

Oh burn.

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I’m glad to see neither of you have matured at all.

[a-succulent-gardener-deactivate]

Commit a murder jusf because somebody made a joke?. Yeah you are so mature.

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Commit a murder to weed society of the burden of your existence. 

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Something is wrong.

[a-succulent-gardener-deactivate]

Its your face. There is no cure for that

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Adorable. 

Obviously you don’t understand the gravity of the situation.

[a-succulent-gardener-deactivate]

Let me get my crystal ball to magically guess whats your problem.

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Положите его в задницу.

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Something is wrong.

[a-succulent-gardener-deactivate]

Its your face. There is no cure for that

[carmineclock]

Oh burn.

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I'm glad to see neither of you have matured at all.

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Something is wrong.

[a-succulent-gardener-deactivate]

Its your face. There is no cure for that

[cuestickdiamonds-blog]

Adorable. 

Obviously you don't understand the gravity of the situation.

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Something is wrong.

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I have taken necessary measures. I know well how to care for myself.

[hisl0yalmaid]

Y0u actually typed a full sentence c0rrectly. I’m s0 pr0ud.

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I don't need your approval, but will accept it regardless. 

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"Hm." It’s a small noise with no real indication one way or the other as to whether he’ll allow Die to move.

Droog shifts, keeping the black cigarette pressed to his lips and casually side steps in one fluid motion, coat trailing behind him when he moves to the side and into Die’s line of sight. The boy stays rigid as ever, hesitant to move until Droog allows it. So he very gently moves the barrel of his gun under the line of his jaw, pushing the cold metal against his skin and guiding him carefully away from the scope. It’s a mockery of making him more comfortable, pressing the barrel against the hollow of his jaw and orchestrating what little movement Die is allowed. 

He pulls the cigarette from his lips, smoke trailing from the filter and lazily curling in front of his face. He never breaks eye contact. “Answer me. You have your reasons for being here. What are they.”

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Die wouldn’t admit the change of position was much desired, nor give thanks to the minutely show of sympathy, if one could even call it that. He sat with his chin up as the barrel demanded, and palms laid flat on the ground, rather than gripping the gun that had grown so comfortably warm during the wait. 

"He went against the Felt. You know how that story ends." Die returned crisply, glancing to the side rather than looking Droog in the eyes, "It’s a death sentence. I’m just doing my job… You… on the other hand… are meddling where… you shouldn’t be." He spoke lamely, knowing all his words fell painfully flat, especially with a gun pinning him down.

"You have your answer, now what are you going to do with it? I don’t have time for this." Said Die, with a little too much courage. Fear and discomfort did the talking for him.

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They fell flat, of course, but it was almost endearing to see Die try, watching the stillness of fear take hold of him, peppered with that slightest twinge of bravery. That's why he enjoyed doing this to him. Droog truly had no real reason to be here, simply being in the right place at the right time in order to trap a snake in a corner and prod at it, if only for his own amusement. 'Meddling' as he put it. "Ah, well pardon me then, after all who am I to interfere with business." The pause is too long after the twitch of a smirk, pulling the barrel against his jaw with almost gentle care. The safety on the pistol is clicked into place, and the firearm soon after pocketed, though the butt is kept visibly within reach at any given time. No need to fool the boy into thinking he's even remotely safe. 

"Continue." He motions with the dying cigarette a small sweep of sarcasm, curious to see Six's marksmanship.