where did you GO ?

" what's a mob to a king? What's a king to a g o d ? " kellan m routh, 38. drug dealer and cage fighter. belcrest apt. "is pious pious cause god loves pious ? "

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ID: PHILLIP

“Alright, hey. Look; I need you to do me a favor,” Phillip was pulling aside the other person by their top, not even hiding his abrupt and unequivocal advance. His other hand went into his breast pocket, fishing for something. “Walk to that ice cream van over there and tell them their stuff are absolute abomination. Bought their cookie dough ice cream, it tasted like a dog with diarrhea just pooped in my mouth. They won’t listen to me if I go up there myself. Idiots. Back an old pal up on this one, will you?” 

“No. The fuck, man?” Kellan didn’t hesitate to pull his arm away and give the man a deep scowl. He was not and would never be one to be ordered around like he was someone else’s pet. “Why don’t you do it yourself, you prissy boy? You ain’t gonna get me to do shit out of the fucking blue like that. What, you scared of that ice cream or somethin’? Walking up to me and demanding me around just like that, ridiculous. Learn to get some fucking manners first.” 

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ID: GABE

gabe, or brandon as his FALSE identity and nametag says, watches from a distance as some guy with an obviously drunken state of mind strides around the cafe. he has been showing red flags for the last thirty minutes and gabe is surprised his boss hasn’t asked him to kick the drunk out yet. perhaps it’s time for the undercover agent to take matters into his own hands. he walks over to the drunk, hearing him shouting nonsense to another individual close to them. as if to give a warning, he frowns. “sorry to interrupt, has this guy been bothering you?” 

Kellan was frankly inches away from delivering a good smack. Self-restrain was so futile, yet succumbing to his irritation would collapse all the improvement he had built over the years. His bare knuckles curvated, his dark eyes were ablaze with fire he barely could contain. Though it turned out luck was on his side and another male, a kind one, stepped in to stop the hassle. “He has been disturbing me, indeed.” He answered, hard on the edges. “You should make him leave or swear to the damn gods I’ll do that myself.” 

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ID: HEATHER

The stranger’s last remark earned an arch of her eyebrow, a soft-pinched amusement veiled within an impish sarcasm. “You mean it hasn’t already?” She was pretty taken aback to discover another willing jogger this late - made her think of how much she’d missed, or forgotten, while she’d been out of the states as well as this city all over again. Reminded her of how out of touch she might have become. “I’m feeling alright, I get a little extreme with my exercise sometimes. It’s cool.” She waved a hand, a trickle of sweat along her jawlline. Felt cold. “Should we start now or do you need to warm up first?” 

“You have a point.” Roll of his shoulders to indicate a lazy shrug and silent prayer that this wouldn’t fall into another waste of time. Kellan didn’t have much to offer but a lot to demand which in turn made him unapproachable to most but he would be lying if he said he didn’t miss having a few people stick around through mud and blood and boring times. “Same here. Best way to channel your stress an’ all.” He replied, shrugging. “Don’t need no warm up. We can start now.” 

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Most days Kellan found himself never offering too much care for the wonders of the world and beyond. However, this was one of the moments where he became so enraptured with his own thoughts that he couldn’t even contain his wandering mind. Perched atop a park table with an untouched book his hand, his nightly eyes stared ahead as he emerged longing for answers and not even fully registering the person next to him. “Do you believe in God?” He asked, in the middle of children and their parent’s uproars a few feet away from where he was. “Call this a damn dumb s’hell question but y’think he remains in Heaven because he fears of what he’s created?” 

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ID: GRANT

“I’m not shaming them, it’s just… they need to find something better. Their approach toward the main subject here is distasteful. It could give a wrong message to the community.” Grant thought he had more reasons than just that, but kept his mouth ziplocked. “So we’re getting rid of them as soon as we can, I can do that. Might need extra backup.” He mused.

“Sounds personal.” Kellan muttered, sure as hell he would not poke his nose into this guy’s bussiness but he couldn’t but feel at least a little bit of curiosity. His thick eyebrows furrowed as if searching for signs to let him know he might have been attempting to drag him into this whole shebang. “If you plannin’ on bringin’ me along you better have somethin’ big to offer me back. I ain’t doin’ no risky shit with a complete stranger.” 

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Chadwick Boseman for Rolling Stone 2018

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ID: VEGAS

having been here a week already vegas was growing used to the apartment life, and by that she meant not leaving the indoors for anything ever. however she had been craving something, but unable to place a finger on it. styling herself in a loose knitted red jumper and comfortable stretchy jeans, feeling slightly awkward about heading out alone, she hid her hands in the sleeves of her jumper and just walked, out of the apartment complex and straight into a stranger, “oh my god! I’m so sorry.” her hands rested on the other person’s shoulders, “i really just zoned out, oh wow… I’m so sorry.”

Possessing spontanteous tendencies to lose track of mind and steps had led Kellan into places he never intended to sojourn in the first place, but that was exactly how the wheels in his brain worked after he became drained and he had come to the terms with it. As long as he was not physically harmed then all should be fine and dandy. Why was he even here and not among the comforts of his warm apartement though, he had no idea but he realized his aimless stroll had come into a halt after a girl bumped into him. “Be careful.” He warned with hard creases of eyebrow though he restrained himself from scolding. “Are you hurt?” 

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ID: GRANT

“That’s a good point.” It was very rare of Grant to stoop as far as questioning someone for advice considering his awful socialization competence but god did he need at least one now to put him out of this misery. “Who would even order these? It’s absolute bullshit.” Grant pinched his nose. He had had his shot today but hot temper was not an easy thing to tame. “You think they’ll find out?” 

“Dunno. Some people be gettin’ off to the weirdest shit, boy. Can’t shame ‘em for that.” Kellan said while he ran his lanky bruised finger along the tip of his jawline. He had had his fair share of involvement with some of the strangest bunches on the block and this discovery paled in comparison. “They who? The sender? Eventually, you wanna’ burn ‘em, you gotta’ burn ‘em hot and fast.”

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ID: GRANT.

“I believe someone has accidentally sent me a package of 50 Shade ‘limited collection’, complete with its bonus toys and everything. I have no fucking idea know what to do with them. Should I burn the books but keep the toys around or should I just toss them all away?” Grant muttered outloud as he sipped his cup of coffee. “Keeping those atrocious books is not an option.” 

“Ah. 50 Shade as in 50 Shades of Grey? Man, them fuckin’ white nonsense should just be toasted to dust if you ask me. I gonna’ be so damn embarrassed if I or my future children ever received that kinda package.” Kellan announced, though his voice was ablaze with uncommon humour. “Won’t even waste no gasoline, just throw away those shit an’ keep the toys for some good ass spicin’.”

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ID: DYLAN

Dylan walked into the surprisingly busy burger spot after having to edit all day for the following upload schedule on her YouTube channel. She was starving, having forgotten to stop to eat. She was ravenous as she looked over the menu, deciding on what she wanted. She was going between the bacon cheeseburger and fries and the chilly fries and a coke. She couldn't decide. She looked over at the person next to her. “So what are you going to get? I’m so hungry that I can’t decide.”

“Two cheeseburgers and nuggets, with some drippin’ garlic sauce. Got myself a big ass appetite down here.” Kellan laughed, strong fingers pressed against his abdomen to dramatize his point. Though he did mean what he said, he had the appetite of a champion for all the hard baggage he had to carry both physically and emotionally but particularly the former. “What are your top options, girl?” 

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Chadwick Boseman poses for the 2018 Oscars Portrait Session by Mark Seliger for Vanity Fair (March 4, 2018).

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ID: SEBASTIAN.

Sebastian turned to look at the stranger and while the singing still bothered him, he couldn’t help smiling at the comment. “Well, he seemed to have an easy laugh, didn’t he?” 

He took a drink, savoring the smoky taste of his whiskey. “And you? Are you planning on performing something catchy for us tonight? I know I’m not.” 

“He did, gotta’ picture of him with a moscato in his hand and the look of a man who’s havin’ the time of his life in my damn head now.” Kellan declared humorously, a rare sight but the few shot glasses might have muddled his inpouring defense. He had even gone as far as offering jokes to the strangers he barely was familiar with. The man’s question earned a long shake of his head. “Not me either, I ain’t never gonna’ piss myself up there even if I’m hammered as shit. I’d rather just keep my ass here an’ enjoy some poor white people singin’ like a bunch o’ deadass stupid hillbillies. I, like my boy Freddie, could use some entertainment.”

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ID: HEATHER

She couldn’t outright pinpoint how long she’d been exercising around the park - far as she could tell, the formerly burnished atmosphere had turned dark and even colder than it had been a long while ago which meant the evening was about to fully chew on her ass. Heather had no intentions of returning home yet, though, knowing her sister was gone for the night and the silence would only muck up her head. Instead her feet stomped harder, spattered soil all over her shoes and the rims of her pants - she ignored the locks of hair plastered around her jawline and glanced aside, suddenly addressing the nearest person next to her. “Hey, I know it’s getting really late but,” she gnawed the inside of her cheek, “wanna have a quick jog around?” 

Exercise was fundamental for the base of Kellan’s occupation ; to become an unconquered cavalcade it was an activity he needed to at least operate at least thrice a day thus later at night he would bite through stones and punches like they were nothing but smokes. Suffice to say he was surprised to see someone else doing the exact same routine, however he assumed it would be intended for an entirely different purpose. “Sure. Was ‘bout to do that.” Kellan spread his fingers, accomplishing the rest of his warm ups. “You feelin’ good? You sweatin’ like hells’a ‘bout to smash down the god-damn earth.” 

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ID: ARI.

“Take a picture, why don’t you? It’ll last longer.” 

  Even if it was just an innocent stare, it burned in the back of Ari’s head every time his gut told him that there was someone peering his way. It was an old instinct that didn’t take to leaving; in bad crowds every eye was an enemy. He had been minding his business; loitering in a relatively quiet stop-n-shop in hopes that the courier would bring him the details of his next fight when his so-called ‘spidey sense’ had started tingling and lo and behold; his eyes met the ones of someone who failed to avert their insistent glare in time. Was the gaze malicious or curious? It was always hard to tell with people nowadays. God forbid if he became the next ‘alex from target’. “Can I help you, or are you just going to keep staring?”

“Ease the fuck up, boy.” Kellan’s tone was just as asserting as the other guy if not more, his dark night eyes impending like a serpent ready to snap his neck ; call it pure hypocrisy but he wasn’t fond of jackasses with attitude. His bare hands made a curl and they formed rock-like shapes, if he wanted a confrontation he could offer that to him right now. If not then there was nothing wrong with wanting to be prepared for the worst. “If you don’t want people to look at you then maybe just tuck your ass up back to your momma’s bed, maybe she gonna’ get you some good damn smackin’ too for that foul ass attitude. No one was starin’, it’s all in your pretty little head so just shut the hell up, alright?” 

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ID: BARB.

His face tensed instantly, but she didn’t flinch or stop smiling. It was understandable, and if she were him , she’d have had the same reaction. Remaining cool, she put her hands up defensively. “Hey, man, I get it. No harm, no foul.” She tried to reassure him before dropping her hands. “ I just wanted some strawberries before they were all gone. Not easy to get them this time of year, you know? Especially not organic.” She half-chuckled. “ One day maybe they’re get an ATM set up at one of these things or take cards.” She mused. “ But hey, I can pay you right back at the coffee shop or something.”

One positive thing he could take from this rather odd situation was how laidback the woman was behaving. Kellan had every right to be tentative with his environs but unlike most people she was responding to it in an acceptable manner. He could awared her a bit of respect for that. “I get it. It’s almost a once in a life time opportunity thing.” Kellan slowly responded with a bit of a teasing smile which does not happen often. “I do hope so. I don’t always bring all of my cash with me either, having an ATM could be benefical for both since the costumers could just go mad with the things they needed to purchase.” He smiled. “Coffee would be great, sure.”

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ID: BARBARA

Barb was independent and prided herself on that way more than she should have. She hated to depend on anyone for anything and would rather die of thirst with her pride then ask a stranger for water in the desert, and more then that, hated to use her gender to get things. Still, everyone had a weakness, and hers were the organic strawberries that were out surprisingly early and on full display at the open market. She’d already spend all her cash on fruits and veggies, but the call was way too strong. Seeing someone nearby, she swallowed her pride and took a breath before putting on a sweet smile and pushing her glasses on the top of her head to make batting her lashes easier. “Hey…” She said as innocently as possibly. “ This is a strange request, but you wouldn’t happen to have five dollars you could lend to a stranger, would you? I’m out of cash and of course a farmer’s market wouldn’t take credit cards… If you like, I can pay you back at the nearest Starbucks?” She smiled, holding in a sigh at the things she’d do for fresh produce.

   Kellan didn’t necessarily enjoy handing money to a complete stranger. He was the type of individual who was partial to self-cynicism which should be justifiable given his rough childhood. He was careful even when the woman had thrust an approachable attitude. His jawline snapped tight and he carted the posture of a statue, without being fully aware of his own gestures. His eyes meandered around the store as if to add more caution. “What were you trying to purchase?” He questioned, brows furrowing. “I’m sorry but I can’t just hand you the money so I’ll just get it for you. Deal?”