#haphazardhacker

[alexander-kozachenko]

[TXT]: Alex, we need to meet and talk. Something very important has happened and you won't believe me if I tell you over the phone. Please, after all that's happened, you need this.

[TXT]: You had your chance. If you think I'll forgive you now, you're delusional. Forget it. 

[alexander-kozachenko]

Half as Long, Twice as Bright { SB | AK | CJ | CT | NK }

The knee of his pant leg scrapes against the cold concrete. All at once, the severe gravity of the situation is accumulating on his shoulders and, as it usually goes, does not simply resolve itself. 

A sharp inhale pierces the sides of his throat. How could this all have gone so wrong? His back arches when he bends forward, practically rolling into fetal position. But he makes the stupid yet valiant decision to stay on his hands and knees and grit his teeth. His vision may be blurry, but at least he can still gauge the things happening around him in a somewhat reasonable fashion. 

Rarely does he get what he wants, but he'd never imagined the situation crumbling in such an ungainly manner that it actually sucked everyone he cared about into it. Leaning into the pain again, his stomach presses to his thighs. 

From behind, he hears the click of heels and the aggravated shouting of his sister. Oh, look, the gang's all here. His nails scrape at the concrete. 

[latachete]

Truth~

‘You want to know what I think of you, huh? Right off the bat I don’t like you, no, with what you are doing to him there is no sense of me liking you at all in the near future. Your sense of love is totally fucked up it completely astounds me. You’re borderline evil, maniacal, and you need to me stopped one way or another.

Believe me, the next time we run into one another I will not hold back. I will not be played and made a fool of.’

[latachete]

{Circe does not get paid enough to babysit these Kozachenko kids. She needs to have a talk with their mother.}