it's a 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓 .

dogs bark, babe. snakes crawl. LEO KILLS. this is a surprise to you? ind. leo kasper frm manhunt 2. priv. sel. 18+ written by frances low activity

[ppravitas]

ind. LEO KASPER from MANHUNT 2. private and selective, low activity. TRIGGER WARNINGS : violence, blood / gore, medical and psychiatric abuse, government corruption, mental illness, and brainwashing / mind control.

I DON'T GIVE A FUCK IF YOU HATE ME I COULD KILL A MAN BROAD DAY -- DON'T MAKE ME !

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[privatevasquez]

im in a severely violent goofy mood lately

[privatevasquez]

when he's a malnourished, unwashed, tired, and angry sociopath :3

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it won’t be new years for a few hours still for me but happy new years to everybunny!! i hope we can all write together in the new year :D ♡ !!

[socialbunny]

"You were right, we got 'em." "See, you just have to trust me, Danny."

[socialbunny]

AND I COULD'VE DIED LAST NIGHT; BUT I HEARD THE VOICE OF A SMALLER GOD

[bloodstainedmuzzle]

Manhunt 2 (2007)

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Leo Kasper Sketch

[tacticalvalor]

Tense as the air was, it was almost a surpise the butane bleeding between the pair did not ignite. Did not send a thousand sparks into motion, enveloping the two of them in a warmth that'd easily drown the chill of the air just outside. No, nothing of the sort came. And it was that, that'd begun to stir curiosity within Cash as he brought his cigarette between his lips. Brought his gaze to match the other's, simply observing the features that greeted him.

Cash's own were tired. That much was clear to the other. They were worn down and rugged, both from circumstance and from simple existence. Darkness settled underneath distant eyes. Skin sunk into itself, though also rose in some places. Scars of the past, still vibrant in the flickering glow of the lighter. Some just above his brow, scratching downward—marks of someone resisting those same, calloused hands that now sat idly.

Idly as their owner, who stepped back and finally allowed his attention to drift. Chasing a fleeting memory. There was something familiar about the man who'd found him, but what? He'd probably been on a poster, but it wasn't like Cash had ever really had the time to stop and look. Even if he did—if he really could recall why those piercing eyes had looked so familiar—it wasn't much significance to him. Still, the question raised was enough to pull him back to things, brow raising as smoke rolled off of scarred lips as an amused sound escaped him.

He didn't look like that kind of guy? Shocker. Most other people thought so; he'd been doing it long enough to not really mind the assumption. It was a curious observation. Enough to goad a little bit out of him.

"Prison time." The bare minimum, but the truth. Sort of. It was a hell of a lot more complicated than that. "You?"

[ppravitas]

prison time. as vague as it was telling. theft, murder, corruption, robbery, grand theft auto, drug dealing, god knows what else ; there lay a hundred and one different reasons for a man to be imprisoned, and yet almost every one marked the man before him as a peer. of course, there also existed a permeating unease from the unknowing. petty or violent -- ? scarred countenance gives nothing away. the assassin's muscles shift beneath scarred skin, loose, brain mulling silently over its options of attack, were push to come to shove.

" something like that. " blunt nails scratch at the discoloured side of his face. " same shit, different name. asylum for the criminally insane, whatever the fuck that means. it's all just a front to hide the shit they do behind the scenes. " a sound of acknowledgement ; leo knows how psychotic he sounds. ( if he hadn't witnessed it, been through it himself, he would've scoffed and dismissed it as delusion. )

" guess they know how fuckin' crazy it sounds. makes it easy to brush it off. i know i've gotta sound insane, but, hey. i'm not gonna make you believe me. we all know how good the government is, don't we ? "

pushing his luck to speak so unrestrained. another drag, another unsteady glance, this time toward the thick, grey-black clouds coalescing into an oppressive dark blanket, laying dark and suffocating overhead, swallowing what remained of empty blue skies. his lungs ache through the wafts of smoke ; leo still couldn't recall if he even smoked at all. but the pollution that sears through his lungs was at least something. something more than the hollow, aching pulse of emptiness that rotted and festered somewhere deep enough for drugs to ignore. but it was a sufficient mask.

" not from around here, huh ? " he asks as soon as it registers. of course not ; were the man from cottonmouth, something would've tipped him off before now ( and he would've known better than to hunker down in some shithole abandoned building with his guard down. ) and yet, leo almost can't fault him for his ignorance ; not when he brings himself to his feet, hands smothered into the fabric of his pants for all but a moment ( residual bloodstains wiped off onto dark fabric, ) before one is warily outstretched.

" leo. " the word - name - is almost grunted around the cigarette in his mouth. it tastes as rancid as it always has. " now you owe me yours. " he still hasn't let down his guard. he's just fairly certain he could beat this man were things to go south.

[ppravitas]

FUCK you and happy birthday leo kasper

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Game: Manhunt 2

[ppravitas]

happy pride everypony this is real to me in my brain

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Now the both are here :)

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