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   “These are the quarterly reports, by the way.    Best check on them before the holidays, yeah?    People love to spend money they don’t fuckin’    have when Christmas rolls around.”

[dear-indies]

dxctator and ofpandemonium are the one and same person. I love how she can manage two characters who are different, but at the same time so familiar to each other without making them sound like one character <3

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@dxctator / @ofpandemonium

[baagha]

🌸🌸 THIS IS A TUMBLR HUG! PASS IT ON TO 10 OF YOUR FAVORITE FOLLOWERS AND DON'T BREAK THE CHAIN! HAVE A LOVELY DAY! 🌸🌸 ❤❤

throwing this right BACK AT U HUN!

[usurxr]

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          Thus, Lakshmana kicked her feet up           on her desk--- she was in the perfect           mood for complaining and/or dragging           the nearest person within a five-mile           radius. 

                    Pagan hovered around her office, inspecting                     god knows what, as she watched him. Intently.                     This was her space, and it was not to be fucked                     with by someone with a lower net worth than her.                     There was a specific balance here that only she                     could maintain through her own good looks and money.

          “You want something, or are you gonna keep           rubbing your grimy little fingers all over my           paperwork? I’ve a bar right over there, but I wouldn’t           see why you’d want a drink if we’ve got a bar in every           other room in the entire fuckin’ palace.”

[twistedlawyer-blog]

dxctator liked this for a starter- ;;

There a loud rapping on the King of Kyrat’s door--- but the person outside wouldn’t be patient enough to wait, so he yanked the door and quickly got inside, now leaning against the door breathing a bit heavily.

‘’......Do things always have to be so.... violent around here?!’’

[n0va-c41ne]

It was bad enough that the Deckers that she’d fought so hard to keep from falling had collapsed. Worse still, Vivienne LeBeau, first lieutenant of the Burns Hill Deckers, was captured by the Saints, the opposing gang rising to power expenentially with every passing day. 

The worst was her sentence. For her crimes against the Saints, namely murdering so many of them, she was to be exiled. Put on a Saint-issue plane and dropped into god-knows-where. 

It was a forest, she knew that, not ones that she’d grown up around. Her survival knowledge was lax to say the least, her independence from technology almost nonexistant. Her only option was to wander through the jungles aimlessly until an opportunity presented itself.

Said opportunity showed itself in the form of what seemed to be a passing soldier. No colors she knew of, but he had a gun. 

Now that was something she knew how to use. Granted, her unarmed disarming tactics needed a bit of work, but starving could be attributed to how rusty they’d become. 

Once the gun was in her hand, it wasn’t long before that guard was dead and she looted his body for everything he had. Never in her lie had Viv been so grateful for an odd snack in a dead guy’s pocket. 

Granted, it didn’t last long. The other guards were fairly quick to find what had happened, detaining the stray outlander, as much as she threatened to kill them all. Bound, blindfolded and loaded into the back of a Jeep, the blindfold only removed when she was put on her knees in front of a man in a pink suit. 

Had she not been starving, she might have said something snarky. But all she could think to do was give a low snarl 

[global-enterprise]

@dxctator

Sure, Hoyt has always invited people to the island but that was only just for conversation. But he never expected anyone, of all people Pagan Min, to come visit. When he had gotten the call to approve or deny the landing of the Kyrati chopper, he was put into shock. He had an uninvited guest here, on the island. No arrangements or preparations made. And of course, since Mr. Min WAS a buyer, he couldn’t turn him down. The South African headed over to the airfield to give the King a warm welcome. As the chopper door opened, Hoyt extended his arms out. “Mr. Min! I had not expected to see you for some time! Welcome to my island!” The smaller man exclaimed with a great pride. Hoyt did not know the reason of this visit, which unnerved him to no end. But he clearly did not make that present. His overzealous mask was too brilliant for any cracks. His privateers, however, had their normal edge to them. Appearing wary of every little move their lively dressed guest made. Hoyt waves them off, glaring and striking a subtle fear into them. “At ease, men.” To which all men complied in a heartbeat. Hoyt smiled wide as he approached the King, “What brings you here, my friend?”