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[arc-sunsymbols]

@deadgcrl​ cont. sam’s cult

      “But it’s not as bad as that sounds!”

[razorfst]

"it appears my trusting nature got the better of me. it's happened before."

A small upwards curl of his lips met her words in an almost animalistic snarl. It wasn’t as noticeable as he could make it given company he couldn’t care for. He didn’t know her, there was no point in caring and the fact she even willingly chose to follow one of his men he had sent in showed how naive she truly was. Orders were to retrieve her for a ransom from her rather wealthy father. Simply because he owed the Rings money for the protection offered and he refused to pay. So that brought in the one man that could be trusted to get the job done, his success rate and trust spoke for itself. Razor Fist never failed to deliver. It was why the orders he gave one of the men to ask for help from inside to get her here worked excellently. And now here she stood surrounded and facing his large frame with the right arm revealed to show the metallic contraption at the end of his forearm. However no knife was summoned, not yet. Not unless he needed it and something told him he wouldn’t be needing it. “You’re coming with us.” A deep accented voice replied with a motion of his head towards the blacked out SUV nearby. “Get in and there won’t be any trouble.”

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[towndamned]

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“Somethin’ I can help you with?” He was off the clock, a rare time for him to be unbothered by the town and the situation within it. Most knew to let him sit at his usual booth and let himself have his whiskey on the rocks. All but the figure that decided to approach his table. The face was unfamiliar, a visitor it seemed. Could be the reason she didn’t much know the unspoken rule to let him enjoy his drink. It wasn’t because people were afraid of him, they respected how he helped run the town. Elias liked to think that despite who owned his soul, despite who ran the town, that he was still a good man. Sure, he hated what he had to do that accompanied his badge but that didn’t mean he had to be an ass about it. That was why his tone wasn’t as upset when he asked the question, though it wasn’t as upbeat and friendly as it could be. Instead the words were laced with a hint of exhaustion. Still, he moved aside his black cowboy hat in case she decided to take the empty seat.

[nrufalcons]

“She’s old, and it’s about time she died,” a bit much? Just a little bit, but clearly Clarence wasn’t trying to uphold any sort of image of normalcy so much as he was venting his frustration about his - admittedly very kind - computer science professor. “Like, bro, why am I writing shit out on paper when the entire course is literally coding? Isn’t that counterintuitive? Imagine giving me a failing grade on a quiz when everything we’ve been taught so far has been on the fucking computer. I hate her, Kat, she’s fuckin’ dumb.”

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[threemonthsheld]

“You have his eyes...” he begins, clearing his throat before offering her a seat, “But we’ll need more than blood-relations to take you at your word.”

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[destruqtivist]

Some evenings were more stressful than others. His work occupied the second largest part of his life. He was quite passionate about it and had sacrificed so much to achieve his dreams. However, it was not easy work going against some of the most greedy and malicious corporate America. As the court retires for the evening he finds himself packing away his suitcase, loosening his tie, checking in with the nanny with a quick message, and his attention drawn somewhere else entirely. Mr. Petrova was having a go at someone in the court room. Nearly everyone’s already filed out and Jude would have enough self-awareness to know he shouldn’t be eavesdropping but it’s shocking really. It’s one thing for someone to have shady business and it’s another thing entirely for it to be someone in your personal life that it rolls over on. From observant and some not so indiscreet overhearing it seems to be directed at his daughter--which makes his stomach flip upside down in distress. So, this was the kind of man he was behind the scenes. He makes a point to not intrude on the conversation and waits for Mr. Petrova to storm off before he approaches cautiously. ❝ For what it’s worth, I like your dress. ❞ / @deadgcrl​.

[starsspin-a]

            They are just about nine weeks old now, still tiny balls of fur, and very excited to see them both. Their tails waged as they yelped in joy and crowded around their ankles. “I thought perhaps you might like one to call your own.” He picks one of the pups up, and it wiggles in his arms as it attempts to lick his face, and he cannot help but laugh. “They make for excellent company and are incredibly loyal.” 

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[ringeded]

“YOUR  FATHER  THOUGHT  HE  COULD  DECEIVE  ME.“  perhaps,  the  reason  why  he  doesn’t  do  favors  or  offers  his  help  to  any  other  organizations  or  great  powers  at  large.  they  often  try  to  outsmart  him  and  that  is  where  they  are  wrong.  “once  he  offers  me  what  it  was  taken  from  me,  your  return  will  be  safe.  think  of  his  as.  .  .insurance.“  he  speaks  quietly,  glowing  rings  upon  his  arms  as  he  brushes  a  few  papers  away  from  his  desk  and  stands  up.  “You  are  a  guest.  A  guest  that  is  also  leverage.“  wenwu  points  out,  a  knowing  smile  upon  his  lips.  surely,  it’s  not  an  ideal  situation.  sometimes,  children  suffer  for  the  sins  of  their  fathers.  he  would  know.

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