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[dxsole]

THE GANG GETS ACCUSED OF MURDER // @genrcsavvy

The fire cracks and snaps in the quiet, her maid long gone into the servant's quarters, leaving her mistress with the rabble of strangers that requested an audience at such an odd hour.

Even if her maid did feel this was an inappropriate and potentially damning meeting, Didi still sent her away with assurance that all was well. And, in a way, all was well.

"So," She shifts in her loveseat, legs stretching out like a cat as she got comfortable. "as I understand it, you three," Eyes rest on each of them, one by one. "have managed to catch heat for this whole incident, leaving the rest of us original suspects in the clear?"

This whole murder business was turning out to be such a funny thing; first she's cornered by a rather irate detective, then nearly pawed by that handsy private investigator and now there are fugitives in her parlor. What a delightful story this would make at her next function. "What did you hope to inspire by coming here? Sympathy? A false confession? An offer to hide you all—As I told that detective, I wasn't anywhere near that man." She's insisted that a couple of times already, actually.

[bykacie]

@genrcsavvy … plotted.

It should probably bother Nadine that their father had gone to visit family without inviting them. It was their family too, after all. But it was better this way. Not only because Nadine got to skip out on the weekend long embarrassment that was trying to fit in with them, but it also meant sneaking a friend in would be a lot easier.

Though, it’s barely sneaking. They go in the front door and everything.

They wave him down to the partially finished basement, which has a faint weed smell already. “Okay. I’ve got snacks, I’ve got weed. Feel free to sit, if you want.” They’re still working out their end of communicating with Igor. So if any of this needs repeating, they’ll figure it out.

[hangtenn]

@genrcsavvy / @genreslutty sent in: In someone else’s bed.

oh, lennon should be feeling a little bad right now. it's not necessarily the classiest thing in the universe, you know? ( sleeping in someone else's bed at some after party. ) but she had to have her. she had to have colette. maybe it was the mixture of the adrenaline from the show they had both gone to. maybe it was the few beers she's had through out the hours. maybe it was just the fact that colette looked at her with those big eyes and she just couldn't help herself.

though, one thing led to another and ( with a lot of giggling ), lennon managed to get colette out of her pretty bra and underwear, almost feeling self conscious in her tan bra and spiderman panties but she didn't dwell on it. lennon finds herself tucked between colette's legs, kisses being pressed to her inner thighs as she peers up at her through a mess of blonde hair.

"do you think i can make you cum before someone catches us?"

[mcneyhoney]

@genrcsavvy

not ideal to be robbin' your own da now is it? but sure what choice has the aul fart left him??? see when he was little nox never had much of anything right --- yeah no i know like, a child yeah what the fuck would a child have?? few teddies, few hot wheels like? not this kid. little noxy's favourite toy was a zip tie he'd fashioned into an armless, legless little man he named kevin. kevin's long gone, and actually fuck kevin we're not talking about kevin!!! not talking about childhoods!!!!

we're talking about standing in the back garden of his da's gaff, all in black, balaclava pulled back while he hoofs on a joint staring up at the open window on the second floor. " --- well there's our in, eh? you fuckin' --- see if you giz a boost an' a jump i reckon i'd be able'a grab tha' ledge. reckon? "

[bloodcrave]

@genrcsavvy super duper belated starter

          "HAVE YOU SEEN A CORPSE WALK BY?" her spell to help create take out food hadn't gone according to plan. turned out bodies with no functioning minds weren't great with directions. "or at least someone who LOOKED like they could have been a walking corpse?"

[faaebae-a]

@genrcsavvy continued from (x)

“Hey!” She swatted his hand away in false indignation, but her teasing smile quickly returned. “How was I supposed to know? It’s not like you’ve ever told me.”

[eurosleaz]

Likewise, the streak of silver at Eisen's temple is spreading outwards like kudzu, and his beard is more unkempt. The prison barber does a pretty shit job here. He slumps over, one hand resting on his chin, the fingers of the other hand drumming on the little table. "What d'ya think?" He asks with a facetious little smile. 3 years into a 5 year sentence. It's a miracle in and of itself that it was down to 5, considering the value of the pieces he stole from that museum. "I mean, it's better than Eichorn, but that's a low bar. It could just be that less people know me in here. And, of course, I haven't been stabbed yet so that's somethin' tae fuckin' celebrate." He scratches his chin and looks at Sadie. "Blonde suits ye," he finally says. "I like it." @genrcsavvy

her eyes lock on the grey in eisen's hair and something sad crosses her gaze. has it been so long since she's seen him? her fingers fiddle at the strap of her bag as guilt eats at the pit of her belly. did she really leave him alone for so long in this terrible, terrible prison? is she a terrible person? sadie doesn't smile back at him. instead, she's fixated on him like she's trying to memorize this older version of a man she once thought familiar.

" at least you haven't been stabbed. that's a blessing, ain't it? " she hasn't believed in god in many, many years, but perhaps something's looking out for the two of them. sadie's teeth sink into the inside of her cheek, the corner of her mouth turning down. " and at least you're alive in here. two more years and you'll be free. have you-- have you ever thought about what you're going to do after you get out? " it's a soft question, like she hasn't thought about those possibilities every night.

she doesn't realize she's playing with her hair until eisen says something. " oh. i was trying something new. i just-- the upkeep gives me something to do. i'm glad you like it. it's not-- too much, is it? "

[tootyfuckingfruity]

@genrcsavvy for camille

She sighed, “Aren’t you like a million years old, or somethin’? I thought you were supposed to know everything, by now.”