"Only the Insane Equate Pain With Success:
Knives Stone. I'm a career criminal. Indeed, my name is my hobby. There's always a knife within reach of my hand. International Street Racing Champion. Newspapers do have a habit of naming their most dangerous criminals, don't they? Silly things. I make people disappear. Been doing it for a long time, so I'm good at what I do. Behave. If you're not entertaining, I might just have to make you smile, the Glasgow way. M!A - None (Knives is an OC. FC is Evangeline Lilly. Will rp with everyone!:)
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Hallen shook his head, âIâm donât smoke but thank you for the offer.â Smoking was a bad habit and he already had one that he couldnât get rid of.
Knives had accidentally dialed the wrong number, but she wasnât going to let that get in the way of her fun. âIâm calling forââ she paused, âWhat the hell do you think Iâm calling for?â Grinning delightedly, she added, âCourse I want to...
Knives was gloating, she'd finally found something to kill her boredom. ''Would you prefer me to come there or go for dinner?" She did love dressing up on occasion. She was sitting on a bar stool in her kitchen, kicking her feet, glass of gin beside her. "Give me your address if you want me to come over."
Knives had accidentally dialed the wrong number, but she wasnât going to let that get in the way of her fun. âIâm calling forââ she paused, âWhat the hell do you think Iâm calling for?â Grinning delightedly, she added, âCourse I want to...
She frowned, âBut wouldnât you like a real house? With a kitchen and stuff?â Real houses had kitchens and stuff, right? Adding, âWith your own room?â
Conner stared at her. He had never been in a house with a full kitchen. He had been on a real bed because of the times where Charla took him to hotels since it was too cold outside. He told her, âI like it here. Itâs nice and close to where Mommy always is. Mommy can cook too here.â
Conner shook his head and answered her, âNo. I like living here. Itâs fun. I have all my books and toys. I like it.â He gave her another smile before pointing to the other boxes, âsee?â
Daybreak. Another new day had arisen with the mist on the meadow having drifted away whilst the sun in the sky assisted the flowers breaking through their blanket of dew. Frank had not expected a busy schedule as of today; for once, he was left in the relief of being free from the commodities of events as well as the entertainment business yet he yearned quietly within him for company - it was a constant longing because he hated loneliness. As the day progressed, Frank sat on his couch, relaxed until he heard the phone ring, hearing the other on the other side talking to him; "Whatâd ya want? What ya callinâ for? You want to meet?"
Knives had accidentally dialed the wrong number, but she wasn't going to let that get in the way of her fun. "I'm calling for--" she paused, "What the hell do you think I'm calling for?" Grinning delightedly, she added, "Course I want to meet, where's good for you?"
"If you treat it right, it wonât even let you down." She told him, "Not like a gun. They jam, mis-fireâ" pausing added, "Itâs the most reliable friend you can have."
Conner giggled slightly before he told her as he gently took the knife, "cool! Thanks!" He looked the knife all over, admiring it before he looked up at Knives, giving her another smile.