ʙᴀsɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟ ᴍᴇᴛʜ.

dash only dirty kevin. follows back from monocamped. rules.

[desoxyns]

???,  obviously  no  cop.

David’s thoughts were moving ninety miles an hour, stumbling over each other and blending into incomprehensible PANIC; how could he be expected to . He really didn’t know what to do with himself, so full of fear that he wouldn’t even open his eyes. When he hears another person step on the scene, his eyes still don’t open – not til he says something clearly directed towards him. Dazedly, he turns his head and only stares at Kevin dumbfoundedly. Was this guy actually trying to save him…?  A beat of silence passed, and David’s attention never left Kevin for a moment until the junkie got irritated. When he didn’t answer quick enough for the junkie’s liking, the man with a gun snarled and yelled  “ANSWER THE GODDAMN QUESTION!”

David flinched, his attention forcibly brought back to the situation at hand and remembering that he was being held at gun point. If he didn’t answer soon, there’s absolutely no way he’d be getting out of this unharmed. Scrambling to find the words to speak, the words came back in a hurried stream, still heavily accented and full of fear. At least he wasn’t wailing every word now.. but his eyes were wide and filled with fear and almost unblinking – he was so very tempted to squeeze them shut again, but what good would that do? Couldn’t that just set him off even more? David didn’t know, and he didn’t want to find out.

“W-what? … No, no no no. I’m n-not a cop, I swear, you can even search me i-if you need! I-I’ve got no badge, I’ve got no w-weapons, I just wanna get to my car…!”

satisfied  with  the  stranger’s  manner  of  answering,  kevin  looks  back  at  the  junkie,  slowly  lowering  his  arms  to  his  sides.  ❝  yeah.  see?  cops  can’t  cry  like  that,  they  don’t  got  any  feelings.  ❞  the  junkie  still  seems  incredibly  uncertain,  but  kevin  has  managed  to  slowly  cut  the  distance  between  them  until  he’s  basically  at  the  other  man’s  side,  still  weary  of  the  gun.  he  opens  his  mouth  to  try  &  calm  his  client  down  some  more,  but  before  he  can  say  a  word,  the  weapon  is  no  longer  directed  at  david  —  instead,  the  junkie  is  reaching  up  to  grab  the  front  of  kevin’s  hoodie  &  pressing  the  gun  against  his  side.

❝  just  give  it  to  me,  asshole!  ❞  ugh,  jesus  christ.  this  isn’t  good  ...  but  he’d  rather  not  get  shot  right  now,  least  of  all  in  front  of  some  poor  dude.  that’s  why  kevin  is  so  fast  to  shove  the  drugs  at  the  other  man,  who  proceeds  to  snatch  them  &  scurry  away  without  paying.  dick.  that’s  a  huge  loss  for  kevin,  &  he  grimaces  as  soon  as  he  realizes  this  ...  but  at  least  he’s  not  dead,  or  (  worse  yet  )  part  of  a  murder  investigation.

the  drug  dealer  mutters  something  under  his  breath  &  brushes  himself  off  slightly,  as  if  he  wasn’t  already  dirty  ...  haha.  after  another  moment,  his  eyes  slowly  wander  over  to  the  very  out  of  place  person  on  the  other  side  of  the  alleyway,  &  then  his  head  follows  suit.  huh?  he  figured  the  guy  would’ve  run  away  by  now,  but  he  looks  pretty  pathetic  just  standing  there,  so  kevin  decides  to  say  something.  ❝  uh  ...  hey.  you  okay?  ’cause  you  should  probably  get  outta  here  now,  buddy.  ❞

[desoxyns]

???,  cult  guy.

„Well, I suppose you could say that I help the outcasts and misfits find a place to belong. I give them something to believe in and make them feel safe.”

[ Daniel’s spiel was meant to intrigue potential followers. Most people wanted that feeling of safety and belonging. They wanted it enough that they would be willing to do some pretty drastic things just to have it. ]

„With a few simple steps you could be happy and worry free. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

when  was  the  last  time  kevin  believed  in  anything?  the  last  time  he  knew  he  was  safe,  felt  happy,  or  got  to  relax?  getting  high  is  a  great  way  to  cope,  but  it’s  not  a  real  solution.  that  all  ...  does  sound  nice,  but  it’s  too  good  to  be  true.  he’s  not  sure  what  he  was  thinking  when  he  was  high  —  sober  kevin  is  a  little  more  skeptical.

❝  what’s  the  catch?  ❞  he  presses,  looking  more  &  more  uncertain.  if  there  wasn’t  something  distinctly  unsettling  about  the  man  before  him,  he  probably  would’ve  just  joined  his  group  by  now.  before  he  gets  an  answer,  the  dealer  swallows  &  adds,  ❝  what  about  ...  my  job?  ❞  as  if  he  cares  about  dealing  more  than  he  cares  about  the  drugs  themselves.

[desoxyns]

???,  in  trouble.

It was a lot harder to navigate these unsafe streets at night than he ever would’ve thought, and he was having a ridiculous amount of trouble just finding where he’d parked his car – the area being a nice little park before a trail, but the trail having ended at a far sketchier side of town. After about an hour or two of searching he WAS fortunate enough to get directions for a shortcut to home, but… He didn’t think it would lead through some dark, sketchy alleys.

Alleys that, in all honesty, felt incredibly unsafe. They reeked of garbage, there was too many angry cats, and shadows that danced around too close. David subconsciously hugged his arms across his chest – god, this hardly seemed like a safe area or part of time, and he really wondered why he hadn’t brought  a friend. That eventually spiraled into him wondering about how this night went wrong in the first place, moseying along and absolutely lost in thought… until suddenly, someone talked.

Someone talked? What –

Oh. Oh GOD. Someone was pointing a GUN at him. Wait, what did the guy just say?

“I- I – I don’t – Kevin? I don’t know a Kevin! I swear! Sorry, but… but really, I don’t!” He threw his hands up, bewildered and unsure of what to do. He really wanted to book it out of there, but.. would that REALLY be a wise decision when there was someone clearly unstable and out of his mind pointing a gun at HIM? So, instead of running or trying to justify himself speaking anymore, he simply did what he does best; he cried. Or bawled, really, Despite easily having a foot or two over the junkie, he was shaking like a leaf in a thunderstorm. His words were suddenly heavily accented, too panicked to keep up repressing it. At least it was semi clear enough that one could understand what he was saying through his hysteria.

“Pleeeeeeeeaaaaase, d-don’t shoot me! I just w-wanted to get to m-m-my car a-and go home…!!” He wailed, tears streaking down his cheeks and eyes squeezed shut, his hands never leaving the air. Was this really it?

Was this the day he was going to die?

kevin  might  not  be  homeless,  but  he  knows  these  streets  like  he’s  lived  on  them  for  years.  that’s  what  you  have  to  do  if  you  don’t  want  to  get  caught:  be  aware  of  every  dead  end,  memorize  more  than  one  escape  route  from  any  given  meeting  point,  &  always  use  the  shadiest  path  to  avoid  getting  spotted  or  (  god  forbid  )  chased  down.

usually,  he’d  be  looking  over  his  shoulder  as  he  makes  his  way  to  the  place  he’d  told  his  client  to  meet  him,  but  he  stops  that  ritual  when  a  more  pressing  distraction  forms.  someone  is  absolutely  losing  it  just  ahead,  &  something  tells  him  it’s  not  the  guy  who  wants  to  buy  meth  from  him.  if  he  can  hear  it  from  around  the  corner,  that’s  a  bad  sign.  whatever’s  going  on,  he’s  suddenly  in  danger  of  being  caught,  &  he  panics  for  a  moment  —  he,  in  all  seriousness,  can’t  stand  the  thought  of  going  to  prison  again.  before  he  can  fully  think  about  it,  he  peers  into  the  alleyway,  green  eyes  widening  when  he  spots  the  glint  of  a  gun.  (  at  least  he’s  not  at  the  end  of  it  ...  yet.  )  he  wants  to  get  out  of  here,  but  common  sense  says  that  could  be  a  terrible  idea.  kevin’s  a  part  of  this  regardless  of  whether  or  not  he  actually  shows  up,  &  the  last  thing  he  wants  is  to  be  part  of  a  murder  investigation  ...  besides,  he  might  be  a  drug  dealer,  but  that’s  different  from  knowingly  leaving  someone  to  die.  yeah,  no,   he  can’t  do  that.

when  the  dealer  enters  the  scene,  it’s  with  his  hands  up  just  slightly,  palms  facing  outwards  to  show  the  clearly  unstable  junkie  that  he’s  not  dangerous.  ❝  hey,  hey.  what  the  hell’s  goin’  on  here?  ❞  uncertain  eyes  dare  to  glance  at  the  poor  guy  who  seems  to  have  wandered  into  this  mess,  then  rush  to  refocus  on  the  junkie,  who  evidently  recognizes  him  just  before  it’s  too  late.

❝  that’s  a  cop!  you  set  me  up!  ❞  the  gun  doesn’t  go  down  yet,  but  kevin  will  be  damned  if  he  doesn’t  get  this  over  with  without  anyone  dying.  he  weighs  some  possibilities,  then  slowly  reaches  into  his  pocket  &  retrieves  the  bag  of  the  drugs  this  man  had  come  here  to  buy,  holding  it  up  for  him  to  see  to  cut  short  a  nonsensical  rant.

his  voice  is  low,  oddly  calming  (  or  ...  as  much  as  it  can  be.  )  it  sounds  like  he’s  done  this  before;  call  it  a  career  risk.  ❝  would  i  show  up  with  this  if  i  set  you  up?  ❞  he  challenges,  slowly  moving  forwards  to  offer  up  the  bag  (  in  exchange  for  cash,  of  course.  )  ❝  that’s  no  cop.  just  look  at  him.  you’re  not  a  cop,  right  pal?  ❞  he  better  be  able  to  say  no.

[urfavefoughtgodina711parkinglot]

Dirty Kevin from Camp Camp fought God in a 7/11 parking lot!

[desoxyns]

let  kevin  be  the  little  spoon  he  needs  it

[hanyeri]

Pete Davidson for HIGH TIMES

[sseureki]

I feel like my hometown doesn’t really like me. Why do you think they don’t like you, Pete? I have no idea. I mean, if I had to guess.

[snowluthor]

[latenightpanic]

[snowluthor]

[desoxyns]

i  just  remembered  that  pete  davidson  has  absolute  kevin  energy.  hold  on  i’m  gonna  reblog  a  fuck  ton  of  pete  davidson  gifsets  rn

[secondclassvines]

[libronatura]

@desoxyns

[desoxyns]

@divicamped.

this  isn’t  the  worst  part  of  town,  but  it  certainly  isn’t  a  good  part,  either.  at  a  glance,  every  alleyway  might  look  the  same,  but  they  certainly  aren’t  —  different  places  are  known  for  different  things,  &  every  crevice  in  the  city  has  its  own  reputation.  homeless  people  might  populate  one  place,  or  another  may  be  so  full  of  feral  cats  that  no  one  bothers  doing  anything  there.  &  then  there  are  the  places  where  you  go  for  drugs,  the  meeting  points  that  have  been  memorized  by  those  in  the  business  —  frequently  changing  so  no  one  gets  caught,  but  still  consistent  enough  that  you  always  know  where  the  deal  will  take  place.

tonight,  a  junkie  waits  anxiously  near  the  mouth  of  one  alleyway,  looking  ragged  as  he  leans  against  the  rough  bricks  &  not  caring  if  he  rubs  against  old  graffiti.  it’s  been  too  long  since  his  last  hit,  &  he’s  even  more  on  edge  than  usual,  shifting  &  regarding  the  world  with  suspicion  as  he  waits  for  his  dealer  to  show  up.  paranoia  explains  his  jumpiness,  his  decision  to  fear  the  first  person  who  comes  too  close  to  him.  a  step  into  the  alleyway,  intentional  or  otherwise,  &  as  soon  as  he  realizes  it’s  no  one  he  knows,  he  assumes  he’s  being  confronted  by  a  cop.  he  panics  —  there  are  so  many  thoughts  &  fears  in  his  head,  but  the  first  thing  he  does  is  pull  a  glock,  hand  shaking  wildly  (  but  not  wildly  enough  that  the  stranger  is  safe  )  as  he  takes  aim,  holding  the  tall  man  at  gunpoint.

❝  what  the  fuck  is  this?!  ❞  he  demands,  voice  raising,  convinced  that  he’s  in  danger.  ❝  did  kevin  set  me  up?  ❞

[desoxyns]

???,  doesn’t  know.

Ahh, the first days of school. Back to learning new things and spending free time with friends, Douglas was one of few kids who enjoyed school(Well, at least his school. Some others were just downright insane…). He’s on his way out, about to head to his bus home- when someone- admittedly rather shady-looking -calls his attention. He pauses and looks over at the stranger, curious and a touch cautious, until they mention they’re looking for their son.

“I can’t say I know him, sorry. Is he new to the school?” He could also be in a different grade, or just another school entirely. Or the same school, but never around the same classes as him. Whatever the case, he hoped this ‘Johnny’ kid was alright and not lost.

kevin  was  never  a  huge  fan  of  school,  but  he’d  been  a  bright  kid,  &  a  good  student  ...  for  a  while.  he  prefers  not  to  think  about  his  childhood,  though  —  what  matters  is  right  now.  things  are  still  a  little  shaky,  but  his  life  is  definitely  getting  better.  he’s  even  studying  to  get  his  ged!  maybe  he’ll  stop  looking  so  shady  one  day,  but  he  actually  doubts  that,  for  ...  some  reason.

❝  ah,  jeez  ...  thanks  anyway,  kid.  ❞  the  man  scratches  the  back  of  his  head  before  he  stands  back  up,  concern  growing  more  evident  on  his  face  as  he  looks  all  around  them  again.  where  could  that  boy  have  gone?  ❝  yep,  this  is  his  first  year  here.  i’m  ...  sure  he’ll  turn  up.  ❞  everything  about  kevin  says  he  isn’t  sure,  &  he’s  fidgeting  nervously  at  the  thought  that  something  bad  may  have  happened.  even  if  it  didn’t  —  what  kind  of  dad  loses  his  own  son?  a  crappy  one.  ❝  can  i  ...  look for  him  ...  inside?  ❞  how  does  school  even  work  now?  kevin  has  no  idea.

[thegoodvybe]

“ooooohhh” i say as i still dont understand

[unreaxll]

[desoxyns]

@nmbh1  liked  for  a  starter.

❝  look,  kid,  i’ve  seriously  got  no  idea  what  you’re  talking  about—  !  ❞  hands  fly  into  the  air  when  the  boy  takes  a  step  closer  to  him,  &  kevin  himself  stumbles  backwards,  air  temporarily  knocked  from  his  lungs  when  he  lands  flat  on  his  back.  if  he  was  freaked  out  before,  going  supine  certainly  can’t  be  helping  him  calm  down  ...  god,  why  do  the  kids  always  go  after  him?