#firstcasualty

[beautyofthend]

Every episode of Nikki Alexander - First Casualty 

“I was thinking, perhaps you could help me calculate time of death.”

[joefs529]

Looks like the Schwartz house officially has its #firstcasualty of the #zombieapocalypse... #tullamoredew #emptybottle #dontworry #theresmore https://www.instagram.com/p/B-AQo6sFMyy/?igshid=1f170na3a563u

[wayemason]

Maybe not, but Atlantic spelling and copyediting on the other hand. #journalism #notjouranlism #firstcasualty (at The Marquee Ballroom)

[wayemason]

Maybe not, but Atlantic spelling and copy editing on the other hand. #journalism #notjouranlism #firstcasualty (at The Marquee Ballroom)

[hellohellkat1-blog]

#firstcasualty , #releasethebumble , #yourelfiscreepy , #getcorneliousnow , #geek

[darkchanneled-blog]

[casually sets up a betting ring for kazar and javik's staring contest.]

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[formerbravo-archived]

demons in broad daylight | firstcasualty

     Two years. Two years since Rodriguez, the last of the traitors, drew his final breath. Two years since her old life ended and her new life began. She hardly remembered what it was before, to live life and enjoy the simple pleasures and day-to-day trivialities. It was lost on her, buried deep, and mere pieces of a shattered memory that didn't fit together anymore.

               She didn't want to remember.                        It left a bitter taste in the back of her throat.                              She hated that taste.

     Her apartment was hardly an indication of the person Erin was. Clean and tidy, with every book and such in its place, and nothing left out in the open. From the looks of things, it almost seemed like nobody lived there, but every night, she brought her usually beated and bloodied self through the front door (or bedroom window, depending on how bloody she was), and spent an hour cleaning herself before cleaning the entire flat.

                  She didn't trust leaving blood (hers or another's) anywhere.

     Tonight was no different than any others. After completing her nightly cleansing ritual, the mercenary strode into the quaint kitchen area in search of something to eat. Leftovers from the night before and the night before than still sat in the refrigerator (pizza and Chinese take-out; both staples on her dinner menu), but she opted for the half empty milk jug instead, bringing it up for a few chugs before setting it back into the fridge. Then she left towards her bedroom.

     Food could come after a little busiwork in the form of emailing a few contacts. Steady work meant steady pay, the only thing that mattered nowadays.

[templeinthebar-archive]

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Of course. Keep them coming.

                         You asked for it.

         Are you pants the base in dub step? Because it'd be epic if they dropped.