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[itsredex]

THE USUAL DARKNESS surrounding him, Red X tiptoed through the newly acquainted space, gloved hands slipping over the textured walls surrounding him. Find the painting, slip back out through the living room window, grab his cash. Simple. Easy. Something he’d done a thousand times before. When the man who’d hired him approached him at the bar, Red X thought that the job would be a piece of cake, taking candy from a baby, some other analogy he didn’t have the brain space to explain while attempting to steal a piece of art that held no value to him but costs a pretty penny – 

A light flickered on above him, Jackson’s eyes widening behind his the mask of his uniform. A voice called out and he distinctly remembered his info source saying his contact would not be home for the week. Wrong house, wrong house, wrong house –

“Ah, shit.”

[mindfulmanors-blog]

He absolutely could be- should be- asleep right now. But, unlike his students Charles didn’t have a curfew, and like most of his students, Charles wouldn't have given much of a damn about it whether he did or not. Finding him sleeping was sort of like finding a unicorn. 

Tonight was a bit of a bad night- voices too loud, hours too long, bones too weary- so he’d found one of the hidey-holes he and Raven had cut out for themselves in their childhood (at least, one of the few he could still get in with is chair), and hidden away, settling in for a night with the bottle. 

He’d thought he was alone- but, the budding presence in the back of his mind, and the creak of a floorboard somewhere close said otherwise. 

“How likely would you be to believe me if I said ‘this isn’t what it looks like’?” 

[4chxn-blog]

|| Guess who rolled trips? || @@iitybiitty​ ||

> Open your laptop.

> Get prompted for an anti-virus scan.

> Immediately shut laptop. 

“ Seriously... that gets a little annoying after a while. ” 

[4chxn-blog]

|| Guess who rolled trips? || @dampfwolke ||

> Look around, clearing your throat. You’re looking at your bank account, and just as you see the balance, Steam walks in.

> Lay your head on the table, and deny this fate.

“ This is all your fault, Steam. All those sales... What was I supposed to do?... ”

[thatfxckingnobody-blog]

A man like him was not particularly fond of being followed. Though he dressed and acted like a gentleman when he navigated the overworld, he had no qualms with killing men or women who shared his field of work and that same professional nonchalance extended to younger generations as well. One of the first things he noticed during his decent back into the criminal underworld was that the crowds at the Continental seemed younger. No doubt Charlie’s cleaning business had been up to their ears in scraping rookies off the back alley walls— if not they certainly would start tonight.

He waited after rounding a corner, patiently aiming his Heckler & Koch where he expected his stalker’s center of mass.

[thatfxckingnobody-blog]

flowersofgold

From the very moment he stepped into The Continental’s bar John knew he had almost everyone’s attention. That was the thing about coming out of retirement. But here he notices fresh faces among the familiar ones and wonders if his reputation has been told to keep the young blood on their best behavior, like an old ghost story. He raises a brow at someone looking his way. Not very subtle, kid.

[thatfxckingnobody-blog]

nottxbe

After the Tarasov incident John finds himself more weary of all those who eye his recently liberated ‘69 Mustang. His hand clenches the leash he holds as his furry companion kicks the grass around the spot it has relieved itself on. He’d say something, but the man isn’t one for talking- not unless he’s spoken to and even then it was like pulling teeth for the one attempting conversation.