#castingdevotion

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❛Wake up.❜

[contingere-blog]

❝ Hey, what have I told you ---- no tracking blood. ❞ It's not that he has anything against what certain beings do, for it is written within their code ---- existence is a two-way street, one Coincidence finds himself traveling for days upon days, especially in the beginning times.  Balance is key; an utter necessity that no one, not even Infinity & Finiteness could resist ---- & where there is goodness, evil & corruption lay within shadows to grasp and destroy, thus was the fate of the universe. But he does not see good and evil, light & darkness, but shades of grey that he paints with star-filled palms, nothing is friend or enemy; merely just co-existing.  & the same could be said about Theodore. 

❝ Go wash up, dinner is chicken, if you're hungry. ❞

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talk about me. & go!

i scripted myself?

[sonofshadow]

;; castingdevotion

      ❝ —— You okay there? ❞

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There's a body buried in the backyard, a heart on the table, and the majority of the floor is covered in thick sticky crimson. Along with his own form, there is a whole lot of it everywhere. His face is crudely sewn back together after that messy altercation and a damp cigarette is pinched between fingers. There's plenty to see. Plenty to notice. Especially that semi-calm, semi-euphoric expression on usually hardened features. If this was Theodore's mess it would be different -- not common, but not surprising.

[headtripped-blog]

castingdevotion

              "I told you -- I'll only discuss rates once I have details on the job. If you can't give me that, go somewhere else."

[saadiism-blog]

castingdevotion

❝I propose                that we do something special for the holidays.                   Something more...thrilling than an exploding                   building. I want louder screams this time.❞

[indxstress-a]

「 castingdevotion 」

[ It was piss poor timing, opening the door to leave just before someone was about to knock. But Meg leans against the jam and does her best impression of someone who doesn't have a body in the bathroom and a bullet rattling around in her battered rib cage. ]

                   ❝ Can I help you? ❞