killers are quiet.

i'm walden macnair, nineteen, former slytherin. i will kill your dog for fun so don't push me. marin moreau is under my protection so if you touch her, i'll probably murder you.

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/holds up hands defensively.) woah, just trying to be sociable, macnair. didn’t mean anything else by it. /shrugs.) that’s cool. i’m at the register now anyway so i’ll ring you up. /I KNOW RIGHT ; SOBS ; DON’T HURT HIM PLS THAT’S ALL I ASK.)

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by calling me something i'm not? /stares hard.) hn. i'll be there in a second. /disapparates with like a huge pile of books since his first year because he's slacked off and stuff ; eli graduated before him because he stayed behind a year.) ... you want 'em on the counter or the ground. 

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I HATE YOU

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WHATEVER YOU HAVE TO SAY DOESN'T COUNT

cuba

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SHUUUUUUUUUUT UPPPPPPPPPPPP YOU HAVE GINGER CHEST HAIR

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I barfed a little in my mouth. (THIS IS OOC OH GOD DON'T KILL ZOE)

as long as it's not on my fucking shoes. /remember when marin did ?? yeah.) 

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 #what are you talking about this has everything t do with macnair

you've discovered his deep dark sekrit

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i hope no one kills him please don’t kill him

okay bullies 

i don’t know who

these

people

are

love u 2?

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i am macnair and i will bully you. ;D

love me yes ilu

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Aaron Paul at the 2012 Lollapalooza Festival (edited by vipvictor)

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pimp-daddy-m replied to your post: shut up. still shut up.

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ree-mus replied to your post: go away i don’t like you :( — marin

:(((((( - marin

You’re cute. 

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shut up. still shut up.

happy father's day.

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an i for an i ( macnair, marin, adrian, rachelle.)

'hogsmeade is this weekend or so i hear so unless you've got a good excuse not to see me, i don't want to hear it. this saturday. honeydukes. 5 PM. -wm" 

his quill strokes were harsh and pressed deeply into the dry parchment. he wondered if he really needed to write his initials; she should already know who this was sent from. he let the owl go, feeling a little odd. in case the letter had been intercepted, he couldn't send anything remotely threatening to her. then again, anything from him should prove to be menacing enough to her. just thinking about having to spend his a weekend night with this girl was already aggravating him to the point where he kicked his chair over.

saturday came and after casually throwing on a black jacket for the chill outside, he waited beside honeydukes for marin to arrive. he pulled his jacket closer together, zipping it up as he muttered under his breath impatiently, "no, go ahead. take your damn time. hurry the fuck up, will you?" he leaned forward to peer at the clock inside the store and realized that he had arrived a few minutes too early. he no longer cared that his weekend was going to waste, but he wanted to get this over-with nonetheless. his orders were to give her instructions on what to do for the next month, and attain any new valuable information that she might've gotten about anything. personally, macnair didn't think she knew anything, but orders were orders, and he knew better than to disobey. 

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Cut the crap. A -- and... yeah. I guess she is the pussy version of me. I have half a mind to beat you now before you go hurting other vulnerable people.

she ain't fucking vulnerable if that's what you think. get your fucking eyes checked unless she spat in them too. 

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No, but you touched her. And you made some threats that I'd prefer you /not/ to see through. You might remember -- she's about two feet off the ground, with sort of scruffy brown hair and a mouse-like face. /omg benjy gets the award for best person @ descriptions.) Unless you want to see your balls hanging from your ceiling fan, you best leave her alone.

i've touched a lot of people, fuckass /that sounds duhty.), but if she's not in mungo's then i assume i haven't done my worst. ... ... /mouse-like face omfg ; scruffy brown hair.) you mean like the pussy version of you, then. no. yes. actually, i do remember her. save your fuckin' threats. she's safe if i don't see her again.

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brbdying.

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felix-dee:

I’m older than you, actually. And no means no. 8|

what, really. well fuck. grow taller, little man. come on, i’ll get down on my fucking knees if that’s what you want, princess. /won’t actually but.) 

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scorecount!

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marin—m:

bye… -was totes about to let him leave but then something brilliant came to her- wait! pinky promise me. -holds out pinky eagerly- pinky promise that you won’t hurt my friends again.

… /adjhkadhkjashdk; was about to make it down the hall safely too; turns around; was about to snap at her when he saw the pinky; raises eyebrow.) what … ?

… … /hooks his pinky around hers; quickly lets go.) … you’re pretty fucking queer. can i go now. or are you going to call me back. |:

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Hey there baldy. /it must run in the family omfg.) What are your thoughts on knives? Specifically, me driving one through your skull? Watch your back, scum.

/CLEARLY.) ... /scoffs and throws le owl message into the trash because pFFT WHAT ARE THREATS TO MACNAIR.) that sounds like something i would say. why? have i recently killed one of your family members?