( Autoplay. )

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aint got a soul to talk to and its lonely here on skype. if anyone would like to talk for a bit just to fill the sunday silence then my own is rhymest33. just let me know who you are if you do decide to talk to me.

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go big or die hard thats mama told me

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              The notion of being  welcomed  ANYWHERE                     almost makes lip corners upturn,  eyes  remaining                     fixed on his HOSTESS, cold && calculating. Had                     he  not  been  so  EXHAUSTED,    he  would  have                      considered pumping her VEINS full of  t o x i n  &&                      denying her questionable HOSPITALITY.    But,                      his ALTERNATIVE being a trip back to the asylum                     he wasn’t so  q u i c k  to deny to idea of  a  WARM                      BED && a good MEAL—————-                                                                                          but THAT didn’t make him any less distrustful.                                     ❝  Forgive me, I don’t DRINK. ❞

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          SHE DOES NOT GIVE UP SO EASILY. CAREFUL. SHE BITES.           It was odd, but not uncommon, that men of his age would refuse the           wine--- drinkers  or  not  even  those  who were sober for ten  years           would make a toast so long it was  in  her  honor. Then  again, what           HONOR did she have left? She does not falter, but  instead  carries           on with the flow; undisturbed by the ripples she continues on with no           problem. Her  instincts  were  to  pick  and  prod  and  JAB  until  he            surrenders himself to her false kindness.

                                                                           But men like this don't wave                                                                                their flag for just anyone.

                                                                  ❝   how about a meal to  fill  you,                                                                                              or perhaps a soft bed to rest?                                                                                              You're a guest here, and  you                                                                                              shall be treated as such.  ❞

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      a new face to this god forsaken city never ended well.          there was always a reason they came to Gotham—                                      & she needed to know it.

 movements are silent, bright hues focused on the form   as she weaved through the street. analyzing every minuscule   thing she could to gather information. muscles remained   tense, ready to spring into action at any given moment.   only when she spoke did the cowled female pause, eyes   narrowing in the shadows. those words brought no comfort,   no security. hiding was futile now, so she had no choice   but to step out.        

            “—- It makes it easier to observe              & tail after. Not many notice;               except for you.”

                  she’s still, yet digits were placed                   carefully on the utility belt.

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       HER FORCED SMILE THREATENS BUT DOES  NOT  FALTER.        Careful. They are always so careful and it aggravated her to no end.        She pauses, but does not turn around, and leans her tempting frame        against the cold concrete and shudders a bit. She  was  used  to  the        gentle, yet powerful  kisses  that  the  sun  rays  supplied  her  every        waking morning until the warm nights. Gotham's cold airs  were,  at        first, unwelcoming. But soon became a chilling and exciting feeling        that she had embraced with open arms.

                                                          ❝    well you're not all that  hard to                                                                  feel, dear. Though, it doesn't                                                                  hurt to have... 

                                                                                         stronger senses than                                                                                         the average woman.     ❞

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Hey Crime fiction writers. Here’s an oft-cited reference chart to show you what different bullets look like going in and coming out.

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"I am a writer…" I whisper as I reblog this.

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        LYING TO HERSELF CAUSE HER LIQUORS TOP SHELF.            Her lips curl into a smile and  she  bats  her  eyelashes--- an            actress to the end she will  play  the  part  of  a  kind  maiden.            The one who gives these travelers what they need--- either it            be food or bedding she will supply --- only to take in return as            payment; their freedom.  Their pride.  Their will.  She  will            take it all, greedily, almost as selfishly as the men beasts on            this land of hers. Almost.

                                                                   ❝    i usually  do  not  get  visitors  at                                                                                                 this   hour,  but   none   the   less                                                                                                 you are welcomed here traveler.                                                                                                 Care for a glass of wine?  ❞ 

                                                                           ( :// ?? )

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            SHE  WALKS LIKE SHE RUNS THIS CITY. SELF PRIDED #!*&.        She hums a cheery tune, dressed in her best and ready for the KILL        ( BUT ONLY IF NEEDED. WOMEN DON'T STAR FIGHTS, THEY        END THEM. ), the cold air hitting her hard yet she continues on like        it was NOTHING. It  bothered  her  none, she  had  rather  this  bone        chilling weather than the sticky heat of her own containment. 

                                                           ❝    i understand it is your theme but                                                                  must you stay true to it and stalk                                                                  me in such a manner?      ❞

     SHE WELCOMES ( docile ) COMPANY.

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Like for a starter??

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! — Tag ten people you want to get to know better. Tagged by: flashan Tagging:  rvnin, domigerium, princetrihawkkubark

● BASICS

NAME: Baba BIRTHDAY: July 15th GENDER: Who knows. HEIGHT: 5’7” 

● TALENTS

CAN YOU JUGGLE: Lol I am determined to master ART/SPORTS/BOTH: Art. DO YOU LIKE WRITING: Yes. DO YOU LIKE DANCING: No. DO YOU LIKE SINGING: Alone, sure.

● FANTASIZES

DREAM VACATION: Hawaii, maybe? Or Japan or China. So long as I am in well lit areas cause I am paranoid as fuck. DREAM GUY/GIRL: I don't really have one? I think I just enjoy the reality of a persons company, no dreaming about it I want someone real. And I do, right now, my loving girlfriend. DREAM WEDDING: … I don’t really… Plan on getting married. DREAM PET: LION. OR A SNOW TIGER. I will risk getting eaten I just want to feel FIERCE with that fucker in my house lol. DREAM JOB: To own my own pastry shop. Make cute little cupcakes and doughnuts and just live the bakers life.

● PREFERENCES

GUYS/GIRLS/BOTH: Doesn't matter to me. EYE COLOR: It does not matter. HAIR COLOR: It does not matter. HUMOROUS/SERIOUS: Humor. TALLER/SHORTER: Height means nothing. BIGGEST TURN OFF: Assholes. BIGGEST TURN ON: Sweethearts.

● OTHER

FAVORITE ARTIST: I don't have one. FAVORITE COLOR: Depends on my mood. LUCKY NUMBER: Seven. AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: Like, four? I don't like to sleep, sometimes. A PLACE THAT MAKES ME HAPPY: Home. LAST THING I GOOGLED: How the mafia make their income and various other crime related searches. HOW MANY BLANKETS I SLEEP UNDER: Just one, thick black one I've had since I was fourteen. TIME AND DATE AT THE MOMENT:  3:46 PM, February 18th.

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         “Did you just call me a ‘rat’?”

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                              ❝    did  I  STUTTER  sweetheart?                                        Now you  can  either  walk  by                                      my side or walk away, I  don't                                      mind company but I DO mind                                      sneaky company.                                                                                It's RUDE.   ❞

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Like for a starter.

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                                             AND HIS HEART IS BURNING.                                        indie exclusive tommy shepherd / speed.                                                          est. july 1 2014.                                                          prev. mercuriius                                                            written by lux                                                                    (x)

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Like for a starter.

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                                                SHE LAUGHS                                                                 L I K E  G O D

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                                    ❝    oh, honey, if you wanted to be my  escort                                                        of the day then all you had to do was ask.                                                        No need to sneak around like like a RAT,                                                        little boy.                                                                                   I don't bite.   ❞

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Like for a starter.

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                                                SHE LAUGHS                                                                 L I K E  G O D