Sir Augustus Moran

Old but handsome, right? Heh. You may not know me- but you probably know my kid. Little shit. His name's Sebastian. I'm Augustus. Don't bother me, I'm busy. Even if I'm not, piss off.

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Hey guys! It's me. I've had a lot of issues with my computer and by the time I could get on here I'd forgotten my password xD Here I am though :D

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oldmanaugustus started following you

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Dad.

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[sniperwithasmoke]

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Only towards you, old man. And whose fault is that?

I get the feelin' you're aiming for it being mine, but...nah. 

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[[Allow me to paint you a very vivid mural depicting how sorry I am for not being on here

Excuses that no one cares about:

This is not either of my main blogs so I tend not to remember to check it

Illness

Applications

School

I keep forgetting my email because it's a mail.com thing 

I keep changing my password and then remembering the old one instead of the new one

I'm just fucking lazy

sorry guys]]

[sniperwithasmoke]

Not when the man’s you and I’m the ‘kid’.

[oldmanaugustus-blog]

See, this is your problem. You have a seriously piss poor attitude. 

[moriartysbrat-deactivated201302]

So you’re the pets father? Alex Moriarty-Moran. Hey grandpops.

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I take it you're Sebastian's? I see being a shit runs in the family then. And snowballs. 

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moriartysboys beforethedetective onlyabitcurious mayfair-marksman

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“Hello, Sir… you probably don’t remember me, but I’m a friend of your son’s.”

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"Oh. Hello then....Yeah, you're right. What's your name again?" 

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oldmanaugustus started following you

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‘What the hell do you want?”

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"Dropping in. That a crime?" 

[sniperwithasmoke]

I do, in fact. You’ve made the point well known on more than one occasion, thanks. What I don’t understand is why you’re here.

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Man can't make sure his kid's still breathing? 

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//I am so sorry for being gone so long! This isn't my main RP blog, and when I first started it I didn't really have a lot of plans for it, so I'm rarely on. I'll have to get on more now since I actually have replies to do. Oops! 

I'm working on said replies now. 

[blackeyedbasher]

+oldmanaugustus

A decade had past, the world had turned. Seeing family was almost as if seeing ghosts in a graveyard- unbelievable, against all odds, but when you saw them, their was no turning back from knowing. Knowing that maybe your sister was doing well, that your mother had passed away, that your father looked like he always looked - stern, a bit older, but still the face that could dominate a childhood, an adolescents, a whole life. A man behind a gun could be controlled by a stern a look, a voice, a name.

Maybe it wasn’t a decade, and maybe he was no ghost. But he was there. He was just across the walk way.

He tried not to look for long, but it was entrancing. What seemed like a few seconds was more so a few minutes, standing there, the same look etched into his face. Staring into his past as if it were a scrap book that he could just barely touch, barely skim the edges of.

Maybe it was for the best he left, but he was glued into his spot, watching the other stroll and wanting so desperately to run.

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Augustus had no knowledge that anything special was going to happen today. He had no idea that he'd run into anyone, or how important this encounter could be. 

To Augustus, today was a walking day and that was that. He wasn't headed anywhere special, but he hated having nothing to do. Ergo, the walks. All around the city he went, peeking into stores and saying hello to people he knew (if he had time and actually gave a crap about the person, which were rarely true at the same time). However, regardless of plan, it was hard to ignore the feeling of being watched. 

He turned, scanning the streets for any eyes turned his way. The ones he found were not those expected at all. 

It only took a few seconds for it to sink in who was watching him before he was yelling. "'Ey, brat!"

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It’s an inherited skill, I guess.

[oldmanaugustus-blog]

Not sure I'd call it a skill. More a bad habit. 

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//so I'm going to do replies sometime monday-wednesday when I've taken enough shit to be sassy

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Put a word in my ask and the Mun and Muse will argue over it.

[ourstomachachesforyou]

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/Consult your magic 8 ball: is Augustus going to actually come out and let me do replies? 

Hopefully :D

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[[for perspective on how far behind I am, I took a screenshot of my tabs]]

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