cut throat

with a thousand lies & a good disguise. hit 'em right between the eyeshit 'em right between the eyeswhen they walk awaynothin' more to s a y.see the lightnin' in your eyessee 'em running -- for their lives.

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berliozbonfam.

“You go on one trip to France and suddenly when you come back everything’s different.”

‘ -- uh, what? this town still sucks. not much different. ’

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( shock.

“Let’s play a little game.” She twirls a knife tauntingly between her hands.

‘ or, ’ sam offers, frown deep. ‘ let’s not and say we did. ’

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( aladdin.

What’s so wonderus? My dear boy the wares I sell can make a blind man see the lame walk! *pulls out a dirty suitcase full of junk* this case has odd and ends from all over. You my friend look like this locket looks perfect for you

Originally posted by mrmemebot

sam’ll humor him. ‘ does it? how so? ’

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( aladdin.

“Ladies and gentlemen boys and girls prepare to be astounded, bedazzled and otherwise stupefied! I am no ordinary street vender. I bring exotic goods from far off lands. Treasures untold mysteries to be  discovered! All of this can be found in my cave of wonders!”

‘ -- alright, i’ll bite. what’s so wondrous ‘bout the cave of wonders? ’

[g0d-of-thunder]

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( slightly.

slightly pouted but took the offered hand. “and yet you stick around to help me up instead of leaving me to go do your important things.” it was his turn to roll his eyes this time. “more like a deformed douche bag.”

sam pulls the other up, trying not to tug too hard, ‘ it’ll be my good deed of the day. PLUS -- i can’t just leave a kid on the ground. that’s rude. ’ he shrugs. ‘ point taken. still -- hot deformed douchebag. ’

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( jack.

“Mhm, yeah, sure. I know these games.”

‘ me? games? never. ’

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( bagheera.

“ – Perhaps think of everything you could be doing instead of that. ”

‘ give me one good reason WHY? ’

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( wendy.

When the boy held his hands up Wendy knew that he was okay and there was no sense in continuing to apologize. “I’m glad you’re alright then. And yes I’m sure.” She said with a smile, when he asked about her music she perked up a bit. “Oh! I was listening to The 1975, their song called The Sound. It’s really catchy.”

‘ good -- i think i’ve heard of that band maybe once, twice? never really got into them...obviously they’re pretty good if you almost fell off the pier dancin’ to ‘em, ’ he can’t help the small chuckle that escapes him, mouth tugging up at the corners.

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( vidia.

“I think someone would call SECURITY to rid that poor city of your ass,” she says, hand positioned lightly on her hip. 

‘ you must be f u n at parties, ’ sam replies, tone vaguely amused.

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( peter.

“I don’t see why not! That’d actually be really cool. I’d pay to see someone’s reaction when they felt a massive thing of spit hit their head.”

‘ i feel like it’d be COLD by the time it got to the ground. ’

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“Okay, yeah, but… maybe if I get birthday cake and say it’s my birthday… they’ll sing to me! And give me another scoop of ice cream for free and I could also get rocky road! Oh man, that’s genius!”

‘ get a double scoop, then. or just don’t get ice cream and get a birthday cake filled with birthday cake ice cream? with a scoop of rocky road ice cream. ’

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( jack.

“I don’t really understand why you would want to do something like that, but I don’t think anyone would stop you. They probably have more important things to worry about.”

‘ you didn’t let me FINISH -- i’m askin’ for a f r i e n d. ’

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( slightly.

“You’re so cruel to me, Samuel! I could be seriously injured! And here you talk about hitting me with things~” He whined, sitting up and rubbing the place he hit his head gently. “Careful or your face will freeze like that, without your looks, where would you be?”

‘ oh, poor baby. get up, you’re not dead, are you? dying? bleeding? NOPE. c’mon. i have things to do, ’ sam shakes his head, holding out a hand for the other to pull himself up on. ‘ still beautiful and amazing, probably. ’

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( barrel.

“Contrary to popular belief I didn’t actually murder someone. It’s all my blood, cut my hand cooking. So you don’t need to look like you’re about to call the cops.”

‘ i wouldn’t have called the cops anyway, ‘cause you look like you could murder someone, and in the event you get a light jail sentence, you’d fuck me up when you got out of jail. ’

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( wendy.

“I’m so sorry.. you aren’t hurt are you?” Wendy asked hurriedly, “Yes yes I’m fine, no harm, no foul, no bruise.” She said with a small smile, “I was just.. listening to my music too loud. Got a little lost.. it seems.”

‘ no, i’m fine, really -- i feel i woulda done more damage to you than you to me, ’ sam shakes his head, holding his hands up to signify it was nothing. ‘ you sure? -- yeah, i could tell. what were you listenin’ to? ’

[vayena]

my aesthetic is the kid on the playground who tells all the other kids that ring around the rosie is about the black plague