#bedlcm

[tallymarkcd-blog]

@bedlcm || Cont.

“Why? It was FUNNY. You like jokes.”

[catisms-blog]

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          Hands BOUND behind back, Selina wanted nothing more than to FREE herself and PUNCH that grin off of Jerome’s pretty lil’ face. He was so CLOSE -- too close for comfort. Not that comfort was even being considered now, but it still bugged Selina. Teeth  clenched, she attempted leaned back, the SMELL of his breath rampant and intense. His grip was too tight -- she remained in place, squirming beneath his touch. 

              ❝ I’ve got friends, FAMILY. Forget about that, smartass? ❞

          Words were sharp -- as sharp as they could be. Selina wasn’t willing to NAME anyone, she didn’t want to throw them in dangers way, but she DID have people who would look for her, maybe. Doubt lingered in her gut and she pushed it aside. Eyes steadied, she scowled at her captor. Never back down, never show fear. 

[tallymarkcd-blog]

@bedlcm || Cont.

"Don't pout,"  Victor cooed, an affection hand petting back against Jerome's orangey hair.  "I know you're having fun. But he also needs to be conscious." The older man crouched down to come face-to-face with their victim; Sniveling and covered in blood.  "Are you going to talk for us --- OW!"  As soon as he stuck his fingers in the man's mouth to tug out the fabric that was keeping him quite, teeth CLAMPED down against his fingers. Victor clenched his jaw, yanking his hand away and backhanding him HARD. So hard that the chair nearly tipped over. "Stubborn..." The assassin glanced to his table of tools, thinking it over before a dangerous smile curled on his face.  "Jerome?"  He hummed, grabbing a pair of pliers.  "Have you ever wanted to be a dentist?"

[catisms-blog]

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         Selina glared at the red-head, praying that her plan had worked, that she was home free, that she could finally get away from this weirdo. Success was key. One second she was against the rail, next she was ALMOST crashing to the ground, attempting to steady herself on the dirt ground. Her ankle throbbed; did I roll it? Another angry look was shot at the stranger, till the leather wallet landed before her feet.

SCORE.

         The girl scrambled to pick it up. Whatever mental monologue was running through that dude’s head saved her ASS, and she was partially grateful that this guy was so PSYCHO. Tarnished nails scratched gravel ridden material, grimy phalanges ripped open the commodity. EMPTY. Breath caught in throat. There were no  credit cards, no bills. She bent open various pockets till her curiosity came across a white corner -- a mystery item. Selina whipped it out of the wallet, stomach practically aching for the sweet sight of MONEY.

It was a joker card -- black and white.

         Selina looked up at the man with bewilderment. She felt anger rise in her chest, surprise in her eyes, blood boiling. She had almost died for some shit piece of pseudo-leather and a joker card? He HAD money, she knew it -- nice coat, nice shoes. Those things didn't pay for themselves. Selina had been PLAYED and she HATED it.

               ❝ Is this some kind of SICK JOKE? ❞

[masteredfear-blog]

@bedlcm  ♥ ‘d. 

                                 gawky digits fumble through the personal dossiers of JEROME VALESKA  ;  a somewhat enthralling rivet heightening jonathan’s very desire to explore the younger’s mentality in such depth. the doctor would be severely disappointed if his hindrance turned out to be yet another cliché, HOPEFUL in that the understanding of his patient was a challenge  &  not another predictability yet to unfurl nimbly a’twine his lithe digits.  ‘  tell me about your childhood.  ’

[villainblooded-a-blog]

      ‘ You dicklicker! ‘ She slid to a halt next to him     the s n a p was a sicking sound. ‘ Don’t you blame me for the lack of funding we take in! I can’t help your ginger ass is so flamboyant!” She moved to help him anyway, “Come on, we’ll catch a bus or something.” 

@bedlcm

[tallymarkcd-blog]

@bedlcm || Cont.

Victor had learned to ignore Jerome's little quips; Telling him to shut up only encourages him to continue. Though that LAUGH did earn him a look that could kill, hairless eyebrows raised. What did he JUST say? "Living is what I'm trying to continue doing, Jerome,"  The hitman half-whispered, half-yelled back.  "Come on."  He nodded his head towards their destination, bent at the knees and a glock steady in his hands.  "See anyone you don't know --- shoot them."

[medicalprodigy-blog]

@bedlcm ; liked for a starter. 

     Violet exhaled contently. She stepped outside into the alleyway from the back of the bar. She had been working in the cellar, treating one of Falcone’s men for a gunshot wound to the gut. Terribly painful. Most painful area to get shot in, most likely. However, it takes a day or two for the subject to die from a belly wound. That gave her plenty of time to work. She wore a black apron and wrinkled surgical gloves, spattered with crimson droplets. She brought a cigarette to her lips, hovering her Bic flame over the end of it to catch the illumination of a boy staring at her in the alley. “Never smoke,” she warns him. She billows a white cloud. “Terrible for your health.”