#dsastitch

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In Danger of being dropped

Jane Porter

Gadget

Peg

Stitch

Shock

Please let us know if you would like to keep your character!

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I have not seen mon minou in a while

Where are yooooouuuu?

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Permanent Ink || Stitch & Clopin

Clopin was pretty damn pleased that they'd landed somewhere with a tattoo shop. He'd been waiting to get his new tattoos for almost a month and a half, and almost as long to go get them with Stitch. The government had fucked up his plans-- though they apparently hadn't landed anywhere in about a month either. Still, it was irritating. He'd have rather been with Stitch then sitting in a government office practically being courted by a psychologist.

But to be honest he had to say that getting sent back to France for a couple of weeks had actually been a blessing. He'd run through all his money and fuck if his father would line him some. He had it now though, and he was more than pleased to be able to spend it on Stitch.

He pulled his door shut behind him, making sure it locked, then stuck the key card in his wallet, strolled down a couple of doors to the room Stitch was staying in, and rapped his knuckles against it. He leaned against the door frame, waiting as the door opened, and when it did and Stitch appeared, he smiled widely, the corners of his eyes crinkling. "Mon minou. Are you ready for our tattoo date? I do not know about you, but I have been more than ready."

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Yes!

There is a tattoo shop here in Zimbabwe.

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STITCH

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You Are My Heaven || Stitch & Clopin [Limbo]

The minute Stitch had slipped from his fingers, Clopin had ceased to fear death. There wasn't anything that could be done to him that hurt worse than losing Stitch. Death had been a mercy and he'd welcomed it with open arms, no matter what had happened to him just before he drew his last breath. Death was where Stitch was, and where Stitch was, Clopin would meet him there.

He had to admit the killer was a pretty shitty artist though. He tilted his head, looking down at the drawing done in his own blood, the body arranged just so. The black haze that had been eating away at his ability to think had finally cleared-- and it was vaguely ironic that it took death to fan away the pain-- leaving him able to fully grasp everything that had transpired. It was hard for him to believe that there had barely been a cushion of twenty-four hours between him losing Stitch and his own death. It had felt endless.

He stood, glancing around. Someone had just stumbled upon the bodies, but he barely even noticed. He saw something else. Someone else. His breath caught in his throat. "Stitch." It took half a second for him to propel himself into motion and then he had his arms wrapped around Stitch, tumbling them both to the ground, grateful that he could touch him, even if there was a certain coldness and strange feeling to it now. The fall didn't hurt-- he didn't suppose there was physical pain after death anyway-- and he ended up on his back, hugging Stitch to him tightly, burying his face in the crook of his neck. He didn't care if he'd caught him off guard. He needed to touch him, to hold him close. His eyes burned with the expectancy of tears but none came, even though he was certain his physical body would be sobbing right now as he pulled Stitch close. "Dieu tu m'as manqué." His hands went to either side of Stitch's face, cradling it, eyes searching his face in an almost frantic need to take it in. He could only do this for a minute though before he sat up slightly and pulled Stitch close to him again, rocking faintly, his eyes squeezed tightly shut. "I could not-- I could not live without you," he choked.

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The little old woman and little old man ran after the gingerbread man. 'Stop! Stop!' they yelled.The gingerbread man did not look back. He ran on saying, 'Run, run as fast as you can! You can't catch me, I'm the gingerbread man!'

The killer smiled as he looked over his work for the night. He knew exactly who was going to be hurt when the staff found the bodies. These kills were not about the deceased this time, but rather who would be missing them. That what it was all about was it not? The memory of what he had done slowly came to his mind as he shut the door behind him with a smile.

He could still hear the screams of the girl before he worked on the guy. He wanted the person on the other end to feel each and every cut of whatever that creature was to the main target. Taking out the support people have already been decided and almost complete. The crooked smile crossed his face as he walked to his room and shut the door.

STITCH and NALA had been killed.

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Stitch? [Private]

Stitch... I am so sorry.