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officeroxton:

Lena smiled, shaking her head with a light laugh. “’Course I didn’t go stealing anything out of it, boyo, what do ya take me for, a common criminal?” She handed over the wallet, not thinking twice about it. Almost certain that she had seen it fall from the boy, so why would she have any doubts?

                mouth  spreads  into  a  friendly  smile  when  he  takes  the  wallet  and  slips  it  into  his  coat  pocket   --   he’ll  go  through  the  contents  later.   ‘    right,  well,  thanks  a  bunch.  most  people  would’a  just  taken  it.  dealin’  with  identity  theft  would’a  been  a  nightmare.  i  suppose  i  owe  ya’  one.    ’

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sombra-boopp:

“Yah, I most definitely like you. You’re in your own league. Does Jerome have a plan for what he’s going to do next in this city? I could use some fun.”

                ‘    sure,  jerome  has  a  plan.  ain’t  one  that  involves  you,  though  ..  ‘less  ya’  got  somethin’  useful  to  bring  to  the  table.  you  pickin’  up  what  i’m  puttin’  down,  cupcake ?     ’

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sombra-boopp:

“Little hobby of mine…Lets see..mommy issues, police issues, and overall society issues. What would the good people of New York say if they learned all your little secrets?”

              ‘    --- aw.    ’   the  sound  is  drawn  out  condescendingly.   ‘   you’re  askin’  me  as  if  i  should  care.  go  on,  then !  tell ‘em !  let  ‘em  know  who’s  in  town !!  let  ‘em  know  i’ll  be  havin’  some  fun.  leave  ‘em  on  their  toes.   ’

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sombra-boopp:

“The war back at home and how–y’know, it’s not a big deal. Sometimes we have to reboot and try again. Pick ourselves up. I’m not going to let this weak moment destroy me. But, y’know, you’re seriously the most interesting person I’ve met so far, Jerome. Or well, found information on. We never met.”

                  ‘    .. found  information  on,  eh ?    ’  there’s  an  actual  drip  of  curiosity  in  his  tone  this  time,  and  he  places  a  palm  over  his  chest,  offering  a  wide  smile.   ‘    well   --  ain’t  i  just  FLATTERED !!    ’

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rebelliousmaya:

“Obviously. I already knew that.”

                    ‘    ah ---  i see !  ya’  just  ..  naturally  ask  stupid  questions.  can’t  help  yourself.  i  get  it.  really.    ’

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gcldstcr:

“Come on, you can’t seriously want to sit around all day. This is New York City. There are endless possibilities out there. And might I suggest Broadway, you should always see at least one show.”

                     ‘    mm ..  sounds  boring.    ’

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sombra-boopp:

“¿Qué onda? Oh, I’m just y’know thinking. I have a lot on my mind. ”

             ‘     oh ?  like  what ?   ’   he  doesn’t  know  why  he  asks.  he  doesn’t  care  -  not   really.

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officeroxton:

“Darling, is this your wallet?” 

                ‘    --- yeah,  actually,  it is !   ’   it’s  not,  actually.  but  he  feigns  surprise   --  he’s  all raised  brows  and  gracious  gasps.  the  whole  shtick,  really.  ‘   ... ya’  didn’t  steal  anythin’  out  of  it,  did’ja ?    ’   he’s  leaned  in  close  now,  voice  dropping  low;  accusatory  as  he  reaches  for  said  wallet.

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rebelliousmaya:

“Who said it was even a stupid question?”

                   ‘    uhh ..  ------  me ?    ’

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rebelliousmaya:

“Do you really think that life knows what it’s doing?”

            ‘    i  think  ..  that  ya’  shouldn’t  ask  stupid  questions.    ’

[bu0nanotte]

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bu0nanotte:

Gotham has no heroes. Nothing but darkness, as far as the eye can see. I would like to share that with you.

[bu0nanotte]

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bu0nanotte:

It was between you and a senior citizen bingo party. In the end we decided to skew a little younger. Youth one today. Sorry.

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fabrvys:

          “listen, i’m not excited about being here, but i’m playing nice, so quick question. got a lighter or no ? “

                '   ---  mm.   ’   it’s  a  sound  that  indicates  that  he  may  or  may  not  have  a  lighter;  it’s  not  until  he  reaches  around  into  the  confines  of  his  back  pocket  that  he  produces  a  silver  zippo   (    that  thing  holds  some  memories  !!    )   and  offers  it  over.    ‘   ‘yer  welcome.   ’ 

[jokiings-a]

                               @southsiding   ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

                 so beyonce’s voice is clearly out of his range --- but that doesn’t mean a guy can’t enjoy himself and take advantage of the lovely acoustics only a shower can grant.  he’s in the middle of scrubbing suds from the long ginger strands atop his head and belting out the chorus, when he’s rudely interrupted.    ‘   t’was at the tippy-top of today’s agenda.  guess i can cross it o ----   ’  a startled grunt cuts off his sentence. really, he should have been expecting it. but he welcomes the pain with a smirk nonetheless, unable to decipher between blood that may have been spilled && the searing water that’s punching down on him. jerome swiftly turns around to face the culprit himself, large hands immediately finding their rightful place upon mickey’s sides, thumbs digging into exposed hips, hard enough to bruise. 

                           ‘    shouldn’t’ya respect peoples’ privacy, mickey ??  m’feelin’ a ‘lil ... VIOLATED here.    ’

[hellothisistruth]

He’s toxic. His smile will poison you. His boyish charm dangerous. The glint in his eyes as he challenges you to do something devious is lethal.

(via hellothisistruth)

[jokiings-a]

magicitsclf:

❛   not so much fun for the servants ,  though.   ❜        the sentence is almost mumbled ,  & he thinks he’d pity someone who had to be the servant of this man ,  before he sucks in a breath & continues at an intelligible volume.        ❛    bein’ king’s not all wine n’ parties either.   finer living ,  maybe  …  but you’d also have to ,  y’ know ,  run an entire kingdom.   if the people who don’t have as nice as you in your kingdom start dying their deaths are on you.    ❜

                ‘    well ,  they’re  servants !!  who  cares  whether  or  not  they  like  it ??   ’   he  says  it  like  it’s  the  most  obvious  thing  in  the world   --  yes ,  god  help  anyone  who  finds  a  place  under  jerome’s  thumb.   the  ginger  waves  a  dismissive  hand ,  as  if  shooing  away  simple  logistics  and  morals.   ‘   kingdom,  schmingdom.  can’t  be  too  hard.   an’  what’s  a  few  plebeians’  blood  on  my  hands ? -----  nothin’ !    ’