Jan 21, 2017
what if Henry knew about your werewolf thing, Jack?
“He already knows. Suck an almond.”
“Jack, don’t you mean–”
“It’s the PG version shut the fuck up Anthony.”
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what if Henry knew about your werewolf thing, Jack?
“He already knows. Suck an almond.”
“Jack, don’t you mean–”
“It’s the PG version shut the fuck up Anthony.”
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How can you stand Jekyll, Jack? He's upper class. Their snobby and arrogant, and they're overall pricks. He's not rough and tough and awesome like you.
Jack looked up at the anon quietly as he was cleaning his bat. His crimson eye had a sudden spark, and it wasn’t the kind that Hyde got when he was kicked in the balls. It was something else.
The Scout stood and rushed at the anon, grabbing their shit, picking them up and pressed them against the wall. His eye glowed softly.
“If you think upper class people are like that, then you’re no better.” He hissed. “You don’t know Dr. Jekyll like I do. He didn’t judge me by looks. Hell, he let me stay at his house when we first met because I was afraid of someone. Like hell he’s a prick, too. He’s a fucking doctor, and a kind one at that.”
Jack suddenly summoned a red spear, holding it to the anon’s throat.
“If I ever, ever, hear you talk fucking shit about any of my friends again, I will personally find you and kick your motherfucking ass into next week. Verstehen?”
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Jack gave a soft groan as he slowly came to. His eyes opened and he blinked away his blurry vision. He sat up and moved his foot to wake it up, but he felt something heavy around his ankle. He huffed and inspected it, and he gave a confused, yet alarmed look when he saw he was chained.
The Scout saw something in the corner of his eye, and he looked over. He let out a soft gasp when he saw Henry laying unconscious. He scooted over and shook his shoulder.
"Henry... Henry wake up!"
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Illya rose to his feet, licking at his split lip in vain. Blood had already stained his collar along with the filth of the dock and the taste of his own wounds were unpleasant, to say the least. One side of his face ached worse than his shoulders and getting to his feet took a fraction longer than usual due to his skinned knees.
He adjusted the cuffs of his torn shirt and straightened his dirtied overcoat with more care and showiness than he was accustomed to. Blue eyes flickered up to look at the taller, man--a doctor, if he recalled correctly--with the smallest glimmer of pedestrian concern. The violent men that had run at them both were now flailing and bleeding in the briny dock water and he could not have cared less.
“Are you unharmed, doctor?” he asked, approaching without a care about how his bruises and cuts looked. Curious a respectable man would be in such a part of Town at night.
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The nine year old child cowered in the shadowed corner of a dark 19th century London alleyway. The last thing the child remembered was a ruby red drink, his throat burning as he was forced to drink the horrid liquid before being chucked into the cellar and left to change, the pain ripping his frame to shreds before knitting itself back together slowly.
It was only until after he regained consciousness did he see a quick flash of shocking blue before he appeared on the streets of what he could only assume was London. He saw someone heading down the alley and he cowered further into the shadows, careful to make as little sound as possible as tears streaked their way down his face.
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“I’ll see you in this weekend, dear.” Natasha kissed Madeline and Joey’s forehead before she pulled up her mask. She left the apartment, slinging her rifle around her shoulder as she headed towards the elevator. It was earlier than she has expected as she woke up, but easy for her to head back to the base before anyone can wake up.
She was off to the mechanic shop to retrieve her bike and hoping it will be open by now.
Her feet stopped walking as she heard the sound of someone screaming and then laughter. What the...? It’s bad enough that she’s investigating into this and that she’s gets into bad situations like this for example.
The Sniper followed the sounds and stopped by the entrance of the alleyway to see a dark figure in a top hat and a cape, hiding his figure from her view, and holding a weapon in his hand. There was someone underneath him and he was beating the hell out of him.
When he saw her there, she reached for her rifle. “I suggest you back away from that man. Right now.”