gotta meet the hottie with the million dollar body

[hitman-hartley]

Text@Marko

Ser: Too late. On my way.

Marko: See your dead body in the basement then.

Ser: Maybe you can mount it to your wall.

Ser: Oh, better yet. Make a rug.

[hitman-hartley]

Text@Marko

Marko: Cinema.

Ser: ...I'm coming over.

Marko: No.

Ser: Too late. On my way.

[hitman-hartley]

Text@Marko

Marko: Cinema.

Ser: ...I'm coming over.

[hitman-hartley]

Text@Marko

Ser: Stare right into my eyes and pull the trigger?

Ser: You really think you could?

Marko: I've done it once.

Ser: Not to me.

Ser: ....are you on this side or still on your own territory?

[hitman-hartley]

Text@Marko

Ser: Would you be able to pull the trigger?

Marko: Maybe.

Ser: Stare right into my eyes and pull the trigger?

Ser: You really think you could?

[drowningz]

[anothersaturday-deactivated2013]

[psychiatristvendetta]

[hitman-hartley]

Text@Marko

Marko: Friends are there for each other whether they talk or see each other or not.

Marko: If that's not the same for you, then I guess we really aren't friends anymore. And I'd be inclined to shoot.

Marko: I'll aim for the head then.

Ser: Would you be able to pull the trigger?

[hitman-hartley]

Text@Marko

Marko: I'm loyal to my friends too.

Marko: But if you'd like to arrange your death that way, then I guess the least I can do is help.

Ser: Friends? Friends see each other. Talk to each other. You avoid me like the plague.

Ser: I don't plan on dying but if it comes down to that, then my choice is clear.

[hitman-hartley]

Text@Marko

Ser: I'm not going back to the basement.

Ser: I'd rather die first.

Marko: Keep out of our way then.

Marko: And LOL. Like I'd let them get you.

Ser: Doesn't seem like your cup of tea. Then again perhaps I don't know you anymore.

Ser: You're loyal to your Captain, not to me.

Ser: You tell Hook if he wants me, he can have my corpse.

[hitman-hartley]

Text@Marko

Ser: I'm not going back to the basement.

Ser: I'd rather die first.

[amber-darling-blog]

I’m your hell I’m your dream I’m nothin’ in between You know, you wouldn’t want it any other way

[hitman-hartley]

Amber? Amber!

[hitman-hartley]

Am…

Am it’s alright.

[amber-darling-blog]

No, it’s fucking not alright, S.

[hitman-hartley]

I know. I know it's not. But...I'm here, alright?

[hitman-hartley]

No....no.

[madame-darling-blog]

Rena, I’ve seen Smee. I think I’ve gotten all the girls out, but there’s not a plan for this. We never anticipated…

We have to get this under control. John’s looking for a new headquarters, try to get in touch with as many as you can.

[hitman-hartley]

I won't go back to that basement, Ry. I won't.

I can't. I...I have to see Amber. I have to go see Amber.

[hitman-hartley]

Amber? Amber!

Open the door!

[amber-darling-blog]

[opens the door before pulling her into a hug, not saying anything]

[hitman-hartley]

Am...

Am it's alright.

[hitman-hartley]

No....no.

No.

[madame-darling-blog]

Rena, have you seen any of the boys?

[hitman-hartley]

I haven't seen fucking anyone, Mary. [pushes her hair from her face] I've heard from Amber and John, Silv isn't responding. Fuck. Fucking...fuck.