Cage The Elephant : Too Late To Say Goodbye

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Cage The Elephant : Too Late To Say Goodbye
lcdyblckhawk:
âWhat happened to your leg? Looks bothersome.â @murderbirdz
âThatâs none of your concern, maâam. Do you always ask such rude questions to strangers?â
edxnygma:
âYou did try to shoot me.â Ed reminded, laughing slightly - not exactly sure why. But the thought of his best friend having someone shoot him was amusing to him. âI told you already, I would never betray you.â He added factually.
âIâm glad I can do the job justice.â Edward nodded. âAnd Iâm glad that I can be here to help.â
Oswald emulated Edâs laugh, but it was without warmth. âYes, I did, didnât I?â he said. What on earth was funny about that? He had almost had Butch kill Ed, and that was almost impossible to believe. Heâd acted rashly, out of impulse and hurt. But now? Now he couldnât imagine even trying to hurt Ed.
âOf course you can do the job justice, Ed,â he said, and it was supposed to come as a compliment, but it sounded a little wearisome. This conversation was physically draining. Every time one of them mentioned the partnership, it reminded Oswald of the cataclysmic misunderstanding. He was tired of being embarrassed.
âIâm glad too, old friend. Youâll make a splendid partner.â He picked up his mug and blew on the drink, to cool it down. âCan I ask...â he began, after a moment. âDo you want your ascension to merely be a legal one? Or were you thinking of being partners in the criminal world as well?â
It had been playing on his mind. If Ed wanted to get established, then, of course, Oswald would help. But he didnât know what Ed wanted. As heâd said to Jessica, that was kind of the whole problem.
robberofatms:
Len pulled up to the mansion on his bike, rolling his eyes at how extravagant it was. It got him every time and he could never help himself. He swung off his bike, walking up to the door, before knocking, skipping pass the doorbell. The sound echoed through the large house as Len waited, wondering what the hell Cobblepot needed that was so urgent.
@murderbirdz
Oswald sat at the table, staring out the window, and waited impatiently for Len to arrive. The rumours heâd heard could have been dismissed as nothing but hearsay, but he couldnât simply ignore them. So he waited, sipping his glass of wine occasionally. He considered sending Len away and simply getting drunk alone, but that would do no good. He had to face this.
He flinched when the doorbell rang, and stood up, eager to beat Olga to the door. He walked there as fast as he could without the aid of his cane, the slight twinge in his leg actually serving as a welcome distraction.
âHello, old friend,â he said, ushering Len in quickly and glancing out into the garden, before slamming the door shut. âI take it you werenât followed?â he asked, walking back into the office, expecting Len to follow without needing to request it.
akafuckyou:
( â â pete wentz wants his haircut back): t(^^t) ( â â pete wentz wants his haircut back): no but i am easily pissed off. d o n t threaten me over a stupid nickname ( â â pete wentz wants his haircut back): perks of being self employed. also no, i dont have any cases at this exact second. y? u got one for me? ( â â pete wentz wants his haircut back): & nice subject change. u 2 r gonna give me a goddamn complexÂ
[TEXT: JESSICA JONES]:Â Then donât call me a stupid nickname.
[TEXT: JESSICA JONES]:Â No, I might in the future, but not right now.
[TEXT: JESSICA JONES]:Â Us 2? Youâve been texting Ed??
edxnygma:
âYou would have still won the campaign, Oswald, it just would have been because you had the election rigged.â Edward shrugged. âLike I said when it happened - I believed that you could do it, and I proved it too.â He added.Â
âAlright then, looks like we donât really have any issue then.â He stated. âYes of course. Iâll help out in whatever way I can, of course.â
âYes,â Oswald replied. âYou did prove it. I thought Iâd misjudged you, but you never betrayed me.â It was strange, thinking back to that night. How quickly he had ordered Butch to shoot Ed in the face, in front of all those witnesses. They hadnât mattered. Heâd been betrayed, by the one person he thought was his friend.
What was it that Ed had said? A man with nothing that he loves is a man who cannot be betrayed. It was horribly portentous, looking back. Oswald slid his mug a little closer to him, but didnât drink any yet.
âExcellent,â he said, brightly. âItâll certainly be a relief, not having to worry about that moron I replaced you with. I would have fired him soon anyway, even if you hadnât requested your job back.â
HEADCANON Â Â Â Â Â Â Oswald attended an all boys Catholic school during his teenage years. Gertrude claimed to be a Catholic, though not a practising one, and Oswald received a rather sporadic religious upbringing until he went to the school. His understanding of God was rather distant and abstract. The God of Oswaldâs childhood was a tyrannical, cruel, dispenser of justice.
When he attended school, he received a more comprehensive, Biblical-based, religious education. However, Oswald has never believed in God in a tangible way, though he was attracted to the romantic Medievalist ideas of Heaven and Hell, and the psychology behind religion.
Since turning to a criminal lifestyle, and murdering countless people, Oswald has pondered, slightly more, on the prospect of Hell. Not for very long, though.
akafuckyou:
( â â pete wentz wants his haircut back):Â i know wut boys liiiike. i know wut guys waaaant ( â â pete wentz wants his haircut back):Â its not, but u woke me up & im a nosey bitch. ( â â pete wentz wants his haircut back):Â plus my inbox is full of u 2 asking about each other which is just fcking sad how did i get dragged into this shit ( â â pete wentz wants his haircut back):Â jfc pengs
[TEXT: JESSICA JONES]:Â Except I donât know what boys like. Thatâs kind of the whole problem.
[TEXT: JESSICA JONES]:Â Yeah. Nosy bitch. That sums you up perfectly.
[TEXT: JESSICA JONES]:Â Donât call me Pengs. Youâre not indispensable.
[TEXT: JESSICA JONES]:Â You were asleep at this time of day? Donât you have a job to go to?
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[TEXT: CLARK KENT]:Â If you keep misrepresenting me in articles, Iâll have you killed.
[TEXT: CLARK KENT]: If you keep misrepresenting me in articles, Iâll have you sued.
akafuckyou:
( â â pete wentz wants his haircut back):Â iâll have u know that my ringtone 4 u is hysterical ( â â pete wentz wants his haircut back):Â texting the bf? u 2 make up yet?
[TEXT: JESSICA JONES]:Â Iâm sure itâs something stupid.
[TEXT: JESSICA JONES]:Â I thought that wasnât any concern of yours.
[TEXT: JESSICA JONES]: No. Iâve offered him his old job back, and heâs taken me up on that offer.
[TEXT: JESSICA JONES]:Â And heâs not my boyfriend.Â
edxnygma:
âI assume you probably know quite a bit about me, Oswald.â Edward said, though it came out a little more bitter than he had intended. He sighed in relief when Olga entered it room; it meant that tension was diffused, if only for a few seconds.
Edward folded his arms, to appear nonchalant, and then leaned forwards slightly. âIâm not sure.â He admitted. âI just thought it would be better if we worked together - in sync, instead of you doing all of the stressful, important work and me just working behind the scenes. But if that doesnât work for you Iâm sure we could find some sort of arrangement.â
Edâs reply was so cutting that Oswaldâs smile disappeared immediately. He didnât seem angry, exactly, but there was definitely bitterness there. The message was clear. Ed wasnât comfortable being friendly yet. That was perfectly fine. That made sense. He didnât know what to say in response to the sharp comment, so he waited until Ed had made his pitch, before replying.
âYour work was important, Ed. I wouldnât have won the campaign were it not for you.â He wouldnât have lasted a single day in his position if it wasnât for Ed, though to say so, now, would have been tantamount to suicide. He nodded. âOf course that works for me. Anything you want access to -- files, schedules, and such-like -- itâs yours.â
He hesitated. âObviously, Iâm going to have to be the public face. I am the Mayor of Gotham, after all. But weâll be equals in everything but title.â He had never pegged Ed for someone who was after power, but, apparently, he hardly knew his old friend at all.
edxnygma:
It was not Edâs intention to make the ordeal seem awkward, but he couldnât help it - he was doing little things subconsciously that increased the tension in the room, and he couldnât stop himself from doing something he wasnât even aware he was doing.
He looked over at the chair, before walking over to it and sitting down. âYou know what - a coffee would be fantastic.â He nodded.
It was a strange relief when Ed sat down. At least Oswald didnât have to watch him standing there, so painfully awkward that he would have been embarrassed for his friend, were it not simultaneously endearing and irksome. Oswald sat up straighter in his chair, where heâd slid down a little, and reached for the bell. He rang for Olga and then put it down.
âI knew youâd say that,â he said fondly, and then regretted it. What was he doing? He looked down at the mail until Olga arrived moments later. He glanced up and said, politely, âGood morning. If you wouldnât mind getting us two coffees, please, Olga? And then see that we arenât disturbed for the rest of the morning.â His mother had always told him to be polite to anyone who served him, and he took that advice on board (in his non-criminal life, anyway).
When she left, Oswald turned to Ed. âSo... when you asked to be partners,â he began. âWhat exactly did you have in mind?â
robberofatms:
[to: Caw Caw]: What exactly would I get out of it whatever this is? [to: Caw Caw]: The drive is SO long, I donât know if I want to go.
[TEXT: LEONARD SNART]:Â I find that money is always a rather good motivator.Â
[TEXT: LEONARD SNART]:Â You werenât my first choice. I know you hate to be disturbed on the weekends. But Zsasz wonât answer his phone.
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[TEXT: JESSICA JONES]:Â I donât care. Just get it done.
[TEXT: JESSICA JONES]:Â And change my ringtone on your phone. Itâs not funny.
[TEXT: JESSICA JONES]:Â Wait. Wrong number. Disregard all that.
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[TEXT: ED]:Â I miss you so much. I keep expecting to see you around the house.
[TEXT: ED]:Â Iâm sorry I said what I said. It was stupid. I didnât mean it.
[TEXT: ED]:Â Theyâre out of lilies at the store.
[TEXT: ED]:Â Iâm worthless to one but priceless to two. What am I?
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[TEXT: LEONARD SNART]:Â I need you to come to the mansion. Now.
[TEXT: LEONARDÂ SNART]:Â Donât ask any questions.
[TEXT: LEONARDSNART]: Itâs about Fish Mooney.