#degxnerate

[bloodiedknxckles-blog]

     because brothers don’t let each

                                               other wander in the DARK alone.

​              @bloodiedknxckles​ & @degxnerate​​

[withagun-blog]

& degxnerate.

               ❝ hey, don't touch the car ! ❞

[txpofthewxrld]

degxnerate

Morris irritably stood above The World, fingers tapping methodically on the railing as he watched the newsies below get their papers and leave. It had been a rather uneventful day, and by now he was getting bored as the morning rush to get the papers was dwindling.

As Oscar handed out the last papers beneath him, Morris climbed down the ladder, lit cigarette dangling from his lips, hurrying off for lunch before anyone could give him a job to do. It was as he was walking down the sidewalk that he ran into a girl on the streets, almost tripping over her.

❝Hey--- watch it! Some people are walking, ya know!❞

[thewalkingmouthdavey]

degxnerate

                         Davey had really been trying to concentrate on his sandwich, because his break was short and he still had a lot of papers to sell, but he needed this break to calm down and to just rest for a moment, and yet he wasn´t able to. He wasn´t even sure what she wanted from him. For any othe rperson it could have looked like she was sitting there by coincidence, not even paying attention to him, but Davey wasn´t stupid, he had always been very quick to observe and he had perfected that skill while being a Newsie.

           "Alright, do you  w a n t  something or                         are you just sitting there, staring, to annoy me?"

[pseudonymizeda]

{ ooc. do that degxnerate guy she sounds cool. }

i fucking said "i need to go get some bed" i can't fucking believe myself

[newsiie-blog]

& degxnerate.

     whenever there was a new student in school,      everyone seemed to be talking about them. from       what jack had gathered so far he knew that the      new student this time was a girl. apparently she      had an accent & was from somewhere in europe.      no one knew where exactly in europe she was      from, or WHY she moved to america in the first      place. mysterious was the adjective he heard a      lot that day when people would describe the new      face that now walked the halls. the little information      known about the new girl made jack curious. which      was why when he walked into class to see the new      student sitting in the desk behind his own, he didn't      even ( hesitate ) to start a conversation.

        ❝ so you're the new student that        everyone's been talkin' about today. ❞

[somxchfornormal]

      { ;; degxnerate }

Mob bosses tended to make for angry ghosts. Sam figured that out the hard way. Well, he figured it out years ago, but the times he'd come across one were few and far between, so to say he was excited about this was a bit of an understatement.

He and Dean (him, really, since Dean doesn't really seem to do much research these days) found something about a haunting up in Brooklyn, New York. Judging from the stories, this particular mob boss was incredibly infamous, and a woman at that. Jamie 'Cards' Franklin, formally known as Mister Wolsky, real name Sofia Valentina Wolsky. Acted as a man for most of her life. Damn powerful, wide influence, and apparently her very presence demanded respect. She lived back in the late eighteen hundreds and died in the early nineteen hundreds, 1927 in August, as an 'official' source said. As he'd searched for more information about her, he became fascinated. She'd been arrested a few times and sent to prison, and during her last arrest she'd attempted to escape and was shot to death. Died at the age of forty three.

Her life kept him interested enough that he kept reading, kept searching for more information on her even as Dean drove them all the way up to New York, telling him interesting facts until his brother finally just told him to shut up.

The building was huge. From the blueprints, it looked like a mess, but everything was actually quite cleverly laid out. A warehouse and loading area was in the back, offices adjoining that, then a grand room in the middle of the building and bedrooms off in one side, a speakeasy connected on one side. What added to it all was the outside. It looked like just a warehouse from the early eighteenth century. Nothing special.

They'd turned the place into a museum, information that Sam already found on the internet stored in this place, lights making the rooms look grand. Weapons, journals, clothing, plaques with fun facts, this was like a funhouse to Sam. Less so to Dean; he kept poking at everything, quietly mocking some of the staff that relayed information about Mister Wolsky. Three times Sam had to smack him upside the head just to keep him from getting them both kicked out.

There were electromagnetic readings there, strong in nearly every room. It was enough to convince Dean to at least check the place out the following night. Getting the cameras to loop the feed were a cinch, and thankfully the haunting made it too dangerous at night for guards to be patrolling around. They should be fine so long as they didn't break anything.

Sam was right. There was a ghost there. Or rather, the ghost. They weren't quite sure if it was her, per se; she looked real. Human. Pale, but she didn't really look like most of the ghosts they'd encountered before. And she didn't like Dean. Almost immediately she'd thrown something at him, and, surprisingly, when they shot her, she didn't have the same reactions as other ghosts did.

She'd fade, but then she'd come back and fall to her knees, bleeding. And when she came back to herself, she was furious.

They were chased out that night, and the night after that. Sam finally decided that maybe he should go in alone, since the simple fact that Dean was there made it almost impossible to navigate the building safely. Dean objected, of course, but Sam used the excuse of getting the job done to at least get him to agree that going in alone is necessary.

So there he was, picking away at the lock on one of the back doors, quickly managing it open and sliding inside, shutting the door behind him. He took a breath, made sure his gun was loaded and he still had salt on hand, and headed further into the building.