evergreen dreams

CROSSROADS  * ˖ ☀ leslie adal galahad * ˖ ☀ ↳ vasile / unmarked / veterinarian  * ˖ ☀ mateo silva * ˖ ☀ ↳ civilian / mortician  * ˖ ☀ griffin dyer * ˖ ☀ ↳ vasile / byki / chiropractor

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zedekiah-vasile​:

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“I’d kill you in cold blood regardless of the room, Leslie,” Zed murmurs, a tone that genuinely questions whether he’s both joking and talking about the game for just a second as he completes a task. He’s not the imposter, this time. Isn’t all that great at the game in general but finds that it’s something to distract. Besides… the murder part… “This is a –“ squelch. Zed’s quiet, green’s body suddenly on the floor of navigation and the phone calmly hits the table. “ебать эту игру, Я теряю клетки своего мозга ”

Features sobered in an instant. Not another peep was made until he heard the other’s death. Finger still pressed against the screen of his ipad, Leslie shifted his gaze to give Zed another wide eyed stare; this time more out of sympathy than worry. 

“You, um.. you okay?”

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crimscnheart​:

the sound in itself was horrifying and she looked over at the cat who was gagging and dry heaving. josie felt bad for the cat, especially since this was the famed butters she had heard so much about. she knew that she couldn’t possibly write a ticket because she wouldn’t hear the end of it. “okay, valid reason… i’ll let you off with a warning, but please try not to kill someone driving fast.”

No promises. The words nearly escaped on their own accord, but Griffin managed to keep his lips sealed tight. A curt nod was made just as something went splat on his upholstery. 

“Ah, tits–” Car temporarily shifted to park he scrambled to grab a few spare napkins to cover the sick up. “Sorry, I’ll get goin’ in a sec.” Hopefully, he wasn’t holding up any sort traffic.

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status: closed | @adashofnadia​

The air of skepticism weighed heavily around him, and Griffin did nothing to dismiss it. “Do I need to give you the rundown of what to do and what not to do after this thing’s off?” This thing as in the cast within his grasp – held steady to be sawed open. 

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crimscnheart​:

open starter // location: any street, your character is getting pulled over yeet // @crimsonstarters​

“do you want to explain why you we’re going 15 miles over the speed limit in the middle of a residential area?” josie asked, placing a hand on her hip while she peered into the window at the person behind the wheel. “the excuse better be good.”

An ungodly retching sound interjected before he could even breathe a word. “That,” he groused with concern heavily lined on his face. Another miserable yowl emitted from the carrier strapped in the passenger seat. “Something’s wrong with my cat, and he hasn’t stopped yakin’.”

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vikavasile​:

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“No one is that clumsy.” She says, half an attempt to convince herself more than just Leslie. “And don’t speak like that. Even if you are bad. You do not have to be good, at all, if you at least can convince them that you are. One, or the other. Be it, or fake it. You are terrible at both.” 

“Hm.” Viktoriya nods at the question, but points to the target instead. “Get bullet anywhere in outer center,” — she’s being nice — “and I will tell you.” 

A small, doubtful noise squeezed past his throat. The limit to his clumsiness outside of the range was exponentially high as is. Worse, still, was the skill to intimidate others. 

Leslie openly grimaced at the truth of her words, but chose to remain quiet in order to focus. A handful of deep breaths were taken to measure a countdown; slow, somewhat steady ins and outs.

Three...

              Two...

                             One...

Trigger squeezed, a loud crack jolted through him, and immediately offset the trembling in his hands once more. Which wasn’t all too surprising, really. What was surprising laid in target itself. Lo and behold, the bullet found it’s mark just outside of the second inner most ring.

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levxvasile​:

Lev lets out a quiet wince at the question, glancing at Griffin before shaking his head just slightly. “I need you, man. I mean.. I need you as you are, yeah, but uh..”

Swallowing, Lev’s expression becomes wholly apologetic. “I know it’s a big fuckin’ ask, Uncle Griff. I know it is. But uh.. I need people I know and trust, people with even tempers and sound fuckin’ minds.”

Truth was, the answer had already been given the moment Griffin entertained the change of conversation. Still, he waited patiently – almost sage-like. An occasional nod here, quiet hum of understanding there.. Butters even pipped in with a raspy meow somewhere between the other’s request.

“Sounds like you need a monk.” A cheap shot at humor to help ease Lev’s nerves. “You don’t gotta ask twice, kid. I’ll do what you need done.” Advice, fix ups, acts riddled with brutality – anything. Even if it goes against the one vow he promised to never break. 

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christinclin​:

She had to laugh a little bit, at what she could only assume was more or less wounded pride on his part, though she tried not to let it show. “If you insist.” She reached into her bag anyway, offering a crumpled napkin for the blood - the only thing she had on hand, and almost uncharacteristic of her to have offered at all.

“I’ll take your word for it,” she mused, studying his face. He seemed flustered. “…What’s the matter? Not used to strange women helping you up off the sidewalk?”

“Oh, thanks, but I, ah.. got it.” The hem of his shirt was lifted just enough to dab at the scrape on his elbow. It stung a bit, but at least he was bloodying his own things instead of the others. 

A quick glance was spared before he moved onto the meat of his palm. “No, ma’am– not, um, used to being called.. pretty.” Then again, Leslie always had a tremendous issue with accepting compliments of any sort.

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levxvasile​:

“Bless you,” he mumbles, glancing over his shoulder because he is so fucking sure he heard something. His grip on Leslie’s other hand tightens just a little; it would be the only tell that he might not be completely comfortable. “Birthplace of John Wayne Gacy.” Pause. “And Hillary Clinton.” This brings an upward quirk to the corners of his mouth, amusement running high.

“Just figured it’d be different.” Clearing his throat, Lev rolls his eyes at himself. “Heard a rumor that the old man used this as a black site a few years back. Just want to see if it’s true.”

Another wet sniffle sounded as his features pinched. “Gacy n’ Clinton? Talk ‘bout opposite ends of a spectrum..” Though he wasn’t sure what spectrum that could’ve been exactly.  

Eyes partially squinted, Leslie gave the room another sweep. “A black site? Like an, ah, actual.. black site?” The sense of uneasiness started to roil within him, but so did a dash of morbid curiosity – albeit a very small dose.

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strcngerwrcld​:

“You know, I’m going to just pretend you said nothing but nice things to me, and didn’t threaten me with your demon cat”. There was a look of utter betrayal and offense on his face, “How dare you. How can you assume that I want something? Maybe I want to just check in on my fiancé and see how is day is going”.

“Although if you are asking, I need you to pick up some bread on your way home”.

“Mhm. Whatever helps you sleep better at night, sweetheart.” Everything else Jackson said went in one ear and right out the other. It’s the same old nonsense as always, but he couldn’t deny the sliver of happiness from being visited. 

“On my way home.” Tone unbearably flat, he leveled his fiancé a look. “Jack, I am home.” Home of the hotheaded and insane, but home nevertheless. 

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vikavasile​:

It’s quite noticeable, the way Leslie’s hands are shaking — or at least to her. With many students under her belt now, from her nephews to her children, Viktoriya had come to notice small things like this. 

Viktoriya places her hand under his then, steadying it. “Like this.” 

“It is okay,” she shrugs. “In America, I am always bored. And you will be better than Lev. He cannot shoot a giant if it’s two feet in front of him.”  

Right.

A long breath was drawn through the nose as sure hands clasped over his own. “Oh, I don’t know, ma’am.. wouldn’t doubt if I’d miss an entire wall half a foot away.” The faintest chuckle wormed it’s way out in spite himself. Even if the concept of Lev handling a gun was nothing to laugh about – not even remotely.

“Were, um, things busier back home?”

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strcngerwrcld​:

Running was a pastime of theirs, right after working out at the gym for three hours. It was a great way to get outside and get fresh air, and also just spend time with Leslie. The giant was one of Jack’s closest friends (arguably one of his only friends), and he trusted Leslie the most. They could be themselves around each other, and that was what matter.

That being said, Jackson was within his right to laugh loudly as Leslie ate shit. After his wheezing stopped and he caught his breath, Jackson offered a hand to Leslie. “That was pretty great, but we still have two more miles”.

One hard blink and then another. Was everything still in working order? A winded groan pulled from his throat as Leslie began to gather himself. Bit by bit, he ambled upwards; all while two sets of eyes kept watch at his heels. 

“Yeah.. yeah, ah.. two more miles.” Carefully, he craned his head this way and that. So far so good – nothing tweaked horribly and his vision wasn’t fogged by residual pain. Leslie took a moment to make sure he had the dog leashes untangled before he gave his friend the okay. 

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adashofnadia​:

“Yes, peanut butter cups. Have you not have them? Griffin, honestly, love. Of course I cut myself chopping them up to put into my cake. Do you know how many cuts and burns I’ve acquired from baking and cooking? Please. Respect the peanut butter cups. They’re the best.” Nadia spoke as she leaned on the counter, waiting for him to out the necessary pots and pans. “Butters can wait. This is more important. Go on then, Griffin, the pots, the pans. I’ll get out the dry ingredients and make them together. You do know how to crack a bloody egg, don’t you? You can do that, with the wet ingredients.” She smirked, quite proud of herself as she got things ready to make homemade brownies. 

“You know what? We should put peanut butter cups in these brownies. What do you say?” 

Griffin swore he could feel the energy drain from his body and mind with each word. “They’re alright. Rather just have the chocolate without needing to scrape shit from the roof of my mouth.” Like a dog tricked into taking it’s heartworm medication. Except it looked fucking stupid when a person did it.

A long sigh was pulled from him as he finally conceded.  One by one, the kitchenware was collected and placed on the counter. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know how to crack a fuckin’ egg,” he grumbled back. 

“Sounds like you’re tryin’ to kill everyone by fucked arteries or diabetes.”

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christinclin​:

Ordinarily, Christine wouldn’t have bothered stopping for him, if not for the fact he had quite literally fallen right into her path. She stopped a few steps back, the click of her heels on the pavement stopping as she watched him tumble and then struggle to sit up. For a moment she paused, and then she finally stepped forward, offering a hand. 

“I don’t need to call anyone about that, do I?” She asked - referring to the blood that seemed to be welling at his temple. “Shame to scratch up a pretty face. You ought to be more careful.”

“For, um..” A few blinks proved to help reorient himself — sort of. “Nah, no, should be.. alright.” A few long scrapes and freshly bruised skin never killed anyone. Well, not unless it got horridly infected and..

Pretty?

Had he heard that right?

Leslie took the offered hand just to be polite. Most of the upwards struggle was weighed upon his own feet to prevent another tumblr. “Promise I usually am.” Whenever he ran without two hyperactive dogs at his feet, at least. “But, ah, thanks for helpin’.”

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nolanbrooks​:

Nolan was out at a local pub with a few friends and ended up starting a game of pool with some fellow patrons. The game had been going pretty well and had been getting super competitive, drawing a crowd as minutes continued to go by. It only meant they had to up the ante a bit to make this more interesting for everyone involved. “Alright my friend. We ought to make this game a bit more fun. What do you say we wager something? Give these people something a little more worth watching for?” @crimsonstarters​

It wasn’t often that Mateo found himself out and about for recreational purposes. Fewer still, when he wasn’t overly mindful of his phone. 

Dark eyes shift way from the billiard when the proposition is voiced. “Depends on the wager’s depth.” Toss in a few bills here and there is fine. Make it high stakes, and he’s less reluctant to partake. 

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levxvasile​:

“I know, Butts. He’s no fuckin’ fun.” If anyone else were present, Lev wouldn’t be talking to a cat like an idiot. You know the voice— that stupid fucking coo that people do when having a conversation with their pets (or thinking they are, at least).

It’s when Butts is free and on the couch that Lev takes his queue, immediately scratching behind the tabby’s right ear. “Really, I need two favors. First is grocery shopping, but—” he glances at Griffin. “I need you out of retirement, Uncle Griff.”

Between the two of them, Butters was spoiled to all hell. Worse yet, that cat knew it. 

Slowly, his gaze traveled from the tabby up to Lev’s face. The air of lightheartedness dissipated into something more somber soon after. 

“Out of retirement how, sprout?” A certain touch of understanding intertwined itself with the wariness of his tone. Truth be told, Griffin couldn’t say he hadn’t been expecting such a topic. Not when there was such a big shift in the bratva’s foundation.

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rosesjustdie​:

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“I have several questions. One… how does one stab themselves with a bread knife in the first place? Let alone accidentally, that would take force if you’re going by actual stabbing action. Okay.. two questions. Only those two.” A sheepish grin on her face as Katerina holds up her hand, a nasty burn really starting to show on the palm of it. “Burned myself on a bread knife?”

Honestly, what had he expected? A practical answer in response to his wild story? That sort of reason never stood in this household.

The look he leveled at Katerina spoke volumes, but he still gestured for her to step closer for inspection. “Beats me. Unless you’re goin’ for the soft bits– eyes, ears, up the nose if you can even fit it up there..” 

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strcngerwrcld​:

“Firstly, I would never insult a rat like that. Secondly, we both know that I only refer to your son as the spawn of Satan. Don’t bring him over here, he already attacked me this morning. Why can’t I just visit you without a cat trying to kill me?”.

“My son, right,” Griffin scoffed as he settled further into his seat. "This morning? It’s about time you get your midday visit, isn’t it? You’re, what, an hour or two overdue?” He didn’t call Butters over, though. 

Not yet. 

“Alright, fess up. What do you want, Gumby?”