#crackedgrin

[glamcrime]

     “  you  sure  ya  wanna  sit  there?  ”     a  question  or  a  challenge  who  knows  with  her.     eyebrows  arched  upwards  towards  the  unfamiliar  male       (  harleen  kept  to  herself  in  this  loonbox,  faces  constantly  changed,  so  names  weren’t  worth  remembering.  )

@crackedgrin  gets  a  slightly  hostile  looney  tune

[greaselungs]

DEARIE  ,              MARRY THE MOLE . 

[guiltlessgirl-blog]

@crackedgrin

            an almost regretful breath of air passes perfectly painted lips, eyes diverted to the ground for just a split second, before the ice blues fix on him yet again.     “   no  can  do  ,  sorry  .  ”     she shrugs, a light smirk passing over her lips for a small moment.     “   i’m  a  very  busy  gal  ,  you  know  this  .   ” 

[influencedbyfear]

♘ : How you prefer to kill someone

Inspirit Bewilderment: Accepting]

    Pleasurable introspection incites a wistful simper.                                  ‘How?’ Over years, Jonathan hones unethical practices.

    Fingers wring across one another, flowing away to the shape each gaunt length, separating to a hover. A rattle echoes, calling out to him, beckoning watchful eyes. There is a spasm of undernourished limbs, a bodily reaction, heels dancing across flooring.

   Heels tint with red, tinting the floors with an attractive hue. Lungs empty of beseeching cry ache. Screams fill the cell once again as a syringe is made visible to dread-filled eyes.

There is never a preference.

   Fingers slink against the webs of veins, blood flow has stopped.

    Veins are malleable, something Jonathan inherently scours for upon means of ‘hello’. Subtlety is a craft he’s trained himself to. Syringes are merciful, a bullet is merciful. With agony, there is little focus upon anything else, another bullet, another syringe may instill further sufferance, but it will not be anything as treacherous as the anticipation and fret that flows through the veins preceding agony.

    Toxin, however… The body and mind react. 

     The mind depletes, and it is something to behold, something to cherish and fret over as it slips intangibly between tremulous fingers. Men have wept, and to the crazies without their minds, there body decomposes from the inside, thus toying with the mind once again. 

“I prefer implementing medication.” 

He could never quite decide on the dosage.

Results vary, his every patient carries his own unique reaction, physical and emotional. Their lives gone for the purposes of research. It is something for science for one man’s gain. 

“There is much to understand and improve upon.”  

[greaselungs]

   a momentary pause the idea of someone else’s pukey, smelly, little babies make her want to retch     but her having a baby ? it was a new feeling entirely, something she never felt before.   ‘  let’s keep it. let’s hope it won’t have red hair. ’ / @crackedgrin

[glamcrime]

its’a STARTER ( bb!harls edition ) for @crackedgrin !

❛  HI !  ARE  YOU  part  of  the  circus ?  ❜     harleen  NEVER  misses  it  when  ‘haly’s’  comes  to  the  city.

[glamcrime]

‘  pssst  pass  it  on !  jerome  valeska  totally  rocks  th'  HELLO  KITTY  look !  ’

@crackedgrin

[plaguecodea]

    ❛ dude, i’m just minding my own business. i’m not here to fuck with you, ❜ lola remarks with a roll of her eyes, her neck cracking as she types a couple things into her phone.  ❛ can i help you with something? ❜  //  @crackedgrin: sc.