𖥻 │▌ 𝙰 𝙼𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙰𝙶𝙴 𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚂 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝙲𝚄𝙽𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶𝙷𝙰𝙼, 𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙸𝚂𝚂𝚈 : ❝ 𝙸 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙺 𝙸'𝙼 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙱𝙻𝙴. ❞
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 lays itself bear upon the piqued interest that's struck across sandpaper; smoldering beneath the grey of your eyes. ( ever burdened by the innate longing to lend a helping hand ) in whatever capacity you are able. JUDGE, JURY, EXECUTIONER ──── didn't matter. what mattered more was stepping up for your own .. your old man taught you that much.
never been blessed with enough patience to deal with the banality of weighing whether you were a participant or an observer in any specific situation: you simply stood bat when you were summoned like a loyal old hound and swung! &. so, ever so yourself, you step up to chrissy's plate [ ... ]
one day, you'd wear yourself down to the bone. ... ( but not today. )
for the moment, stepping up looked like this: vi flicked the tail of ash from her cigarette and sniffed dryly against the indiana air. cautious grey eyes swept around their surroundings; then she fixed her attention upon @firstgate and spoke, ❛ ──── what kinda trouble are we talking about, c? ... some context is a helluva lot better than none. ❜