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MOVED !!!
well, it’s now my summer vacation (aka, i now have free time) so I want to start rping numbers again fresh. so, i started a new blog to replace this one. forward, numbers will be more canon-divergent (so i can fill in what the show does not) and more crime/horror based than fandom based.
if you want to start rping again, please feel free to follow/mesage me there! i’ll be deleting this blog within the coming days.
MOVED !!!
well, it’s now my summer vacation (aka, i now have free time) so I want to start rping numbers again fresh. so, i started a new blog to replace this one. forward, numbers will be more canon-divergent (so i can fill in what the show does not) and more crime/horror based than fandom based.
if you want to start rping again, please feel free to follow/mesage me there! i’ll be deleting this blog within the coming days.
MOVED !!!
well, it’s now my summer vacation (aka, i now have free time) so I want to start rping numbers again fresh. so, i started a new blog to replace this one. forward, numbers will be more canon-divergent (so i can fill in what the show does not) and more crime/horror based than fandom based.
if you want to start rping again, please feel free to follow/mesage me there! i’ll be deleting this blog within the coming days.
MOVED !!!
well, it’s now my summer vacation (aka, i now have free time) so I want to start rping numbers again fresh. so, i started a new blog to replace this one. forward, numbers will be more canon-divergent (so i can fill in what the show does not) and more crime/horror based than fandom based.
if you want to start rping again, please feel free to follow/mesage me there! i’ll be deleting this blog within the coming days.
MOVED !!!
well, it’s now my summer vacation (aka, i now have free time) so I want to start rping numbers again fresh. so, i started a new blog to replace this one. forward, numbers will be more canon-divergent (so i can fill in what the show does not) and more crime/horror based than fandom based.
if you want to start rping again, please feel free to follow/mesage me there! i’ll be deleting this blog within the coming days.
apparently my “““mental health”““ is “““deteriorating”““ so please excuse the recent absence
officially diagnosed w szpd (:
make me choose: Numbers/Wrench or Mr. White/Mr. Orange
apparently my “““mental health”““ is “““deteriorating”““ so please excuse the recent absence
Edetbethchilds:
The glare, while off putting, didn’t have her shaken like the pictures that were shown to her. “What did you want to ask?” She had to weigh out how important his questions were. And just how desperate he was for answers. At least then she would have some leverage.
Numbers, again, was quiet in considering her expression. She seemed smarter than the last ones; he couldn’t decide if that would be to his benefit or determent. He point at the first picture, the blonde.
“Sylvia. That’s her name, right? A hostess in some shithole diner down south,” he said, tapping the Polaroid with his index finger. His brows arched and he spoke softly. “My company was paid twenty-five thousand dollars to have her shot in the head. Her. We don’t get that kind of money for politicians, but, all of a sudden, someone’s paying gold to have three nobody sisters killed. I want to know why.”
horrorwhxre:
` ———·•● —- REASONING WITH THE ENEMY; it wasn’t always easy, or for that matter, possible. lucia was starting to doubt the potential here - maybe he was just some lowly rung on a ladder of criminals. it wouldn’t surprise her - but he seemed more intelligent than that. nose wrinkled at him as she shifted, using her elbow to help roll her enough so she could straighten out just a bit. huffing hard, she bit at the inside of her lip; ❝ you must not know much about me, and my family no - ❞ not that anyone really knew behind the scenes. the media had picked up enough - the mysterious disappearance of her mother, the raw hatred and blacklash her father received for letting her act in such violent films - if only they knew how used to real abuse she was, and how those scripted hollywood horrors would pale in comparison.
cutting her gaze away from him, she made yet another flurry of assumptions - both about him, and her fathers desire to pay. the older she was getting, the less he seemed to enjoy her company. ❝ then i do what you tell me - i will be quiet, you will get your money, and whoever you work for will DRASTICALLY underpay you - is not my concern. ❞ she was almost starting to enjoy this. |  —— @mrnmbrs·.
Numbers frown deepened. He knew what she was trying to do. She was trying to play off his greed for money. He had heard it a hundred times before, just usually from dumb shits that got themselves into this mess because of their lack of money. It was so rare that a person actually had the capital to back up their bribes...
Not that Numbers would think of double-crossing. He’d seen what happened to the guys that got too greedy. Their corpses were decomposing all over Cass Lake. Hell, he put a few of them there. No, Numbers wasn’t greedy nor stupid enough to risk that. But, there were other ways of taking advantage.
“What are you getting at? What, you’re going to pay me off?”
psa. if i ever ghost on u ( especially ooc ) please please please don’t take it personally. i have the worst interpersonal skills. i am bad at communicating. i am a flaky shit. its not that i don’t want to rp or i don’t like u as a person. tbh it probably just means my antisocial ass didn’t know how to respond.
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“Goddamn, Helena, stop--!” Numbers snapped, swatting at the woman in his passenger seat. She had already grounded crumbs into the very fibers of his flooring, effectively ruining it, and now it seemed she wanted to do the same to his center console. By the time he caught her, half its fabric was torn off. He slapped at her hand again. “Stop picking at it, you fucking psychopath!”
horrorwhxre:
` ———·•● —- PULLING against his grip, luci was starting to get frustrated; the hand at his wrist tightening slightly. she let a heavy sigh as her gaze left his face and fell to his chest; ❝ i. don’t. know. ❞ her tone firmed, her words hardened - she wasn’t lying, and didn’t much like being accused. lucia furrowed her brows and cast a cold glare up, dropping her fingers from his skin; ❝ if you don’t believe me i don’t care, i didn’t say anything - so, you have a problem and it is not me. ❞ |  —— @mrnmbrs·.
Search as he might, Numbers found nothing. No tics, no tells, nothing that might have indicated deception. Slowly, his hold of her locks eased. He didn’t believe a word coming out of her mouth, but what could he do? It wasn’t as if he had the proof either. Perhaps he could beat a confession out of her, but that could take hours of strenuous work... and that was if he could get her to talk at all. She was a stubborn shit, even in the face of pain.
So, Numbers conceded. He untangled his fingers from her hair, and even smoothed it back down for her, before saying, “You or not, if the police question me again, Lucia, I’m going to kill you.”
vicemirrored:
the smell was not exactly something the doctor enjoyed, either. most aspects of torture thrilled him, but the STENCH was, admittedly, a massive downside; even if the individuals managed not to vomit, there was nearly no one who didn’t involuntarily piss themselves at some point, particularly if the torture went on for any great length of time. the smell of all that, combining with blood and sweat, hardly mixed well in the air. it was only habit that had gotten him used to it, by this point.Â
he let numbers admire the saw for a moment, then reached out a hand silently to take it back once it was offered. he didn’t say, as he was tempted to, that the yelling was one of the best parts; whenever the situation allowed for a bit of noise, jekyll never made any attempt to shut the victim up. the shouting and pleading were the surest signs of pain — better than anything else, the sounds displayed whether or not the torture was effective, and jekyll secretly enjoyed them a great deal. nevertheless, if circumstances demanded, he could keep the victims quiet.Â
“ simple gag works well enough. ” with the hand that wasn’t holding the saw, he dragged the saliva-drenched fabric of the gag back up and between the man’s teeth; he was unconscious now, but as soon as that saw bit into his flesh, he was likely to wake again. when that had been tended to, he gripped the man’s hand, bent it back slightly to bare the wrist at the proper angle, and glanced briefly back up at numbers. “ … you may want to stand a few steps further back than that, if you don’t want blood on you. ”
Numbers watched Jekyll through knitted brows as he angled the wrist back. His stomach turned excitedly when the saw took position. Only was his focus broken when Jekyll suggested he move back. Probably for the best. Numbers, unlike his associate, was not a wealthy man. If his outfit were to be ruined in the gore, Jekyll would have heard about it.
So, he turned and treaded back to the table where he poured himself another glass -- just gin this time, no tonic water. Then, Numbers took a drink, which he suspected he might need, and turned back to Jekyll.
His green light came in the form of a single nod.
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“Listen to me, you piece of shit burnout.” Numbers willed his tone calm, but each word was spat so slowly and so deliberately that his anger was, nevertheless, perfectly discernible. Understandably, though. He did just have to transport and dispose of a corpse across state lines, all while six-fucking-pounds of kush sat in the trunk. He should have known better than to let Stillo anywhere near his shit.
“If you leave your drugs in my car again, I will shoot you in the back of the head. I will seriously shoot you, Frankie, alright? I'm not having the police search my car for pot and finding a dead fucking body.”
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