#lucklxss

[cutthroatexecutive-blog]

「 ♛ 」 “What is that going to possibly accomplish?”

       He asked in regard to their new patient. Another flimsy little good for nothing. Once they actually place him on the Morphogenic Engine his thin little frame will SNAP. Really, he was tempted to spare the little rat and kick him out onto the street without so much as a 'Thank you for your time'. Jeremy ogled him quite plainly, not bothering to hide his judgmental gaze. He's learned, at a much younger age, that sometimes the smaller ones contain the biggest surprise. Was it faith? God no, it was business.

       “Boy,” he called, beckoning the patient closer to the bars so he could get a better look. What a sad looking thing. Made his heart ache --not really. “What are you here for?”

[cutthroatexecutive-blog]

lucklxss replied to your post:.

*sneakily slides my outlast verse your way*

Tell boss Daddy all about your outlast verse

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lucklxss

{ ✞ }     Counseling has never been one of Carrillo's better qualities.               Being his mother's son, he's always been able to pick up on                the emotions of others. Unlike his mother, though, Carrillo lacks               the knack for the unconditional empathy one might expect be                necessary for a priest to have----especially one who counsels others.                The hospital is sterile, not only in a health conscious way. The walls                are an eggshell color, but the fluorescent lights from above make them               more harsh and less comforting. The smell is what he really doesn't like.               It isn't the same scent he's greeted with when he visits people on their              death bed, a scent like dying. This one is more like cleaning supplies              and ammonia, although in terms of offensiveness, his nose can't really              tell the difference.

                                             There's a routine to it all. Show ID, sign in, get a                                              schedule, say a quick prayer before he begins.                                              The first time he came to counsel, he wasn't sure                                               of what to expect. The judgmental part of him assumed                                               the worst, although it turned out to be less dramatic than                                               he had figured it would be. He comes every week to                                              counsel to the patients who decide to come. His                                              interactions vary from patient to patient, nothing ever                                               the same. Very few come in week after week. Most are                                              simply curious as to what the man of the cloth has to say.

           They give him a small room, big enough to be comfortable             for the more claustrophobic patients, small enough to make            conversation possible. There's a cup of weak and watery coffee             by his hand, steam rising from the cup's styrofoam mouth.            There are forms and papers in front of him, but he doesn't pay             much mind to them.  A knock on the door and his eyes move up.

                                                                   ❝ -—-Come in. ❞

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lucklxss replied to your post “Shiny new theme update!”

how are you so good at everything, you lil jerk!!?!?!?!

yoU'RE THE JE RK

[butcherbcy]

lucklxss replied to your post:open       “Wh-… … w—… … what’re you doin’?”

oh hell no. i am reporting this as an act of terror. that’s too cute for human eyes

 <8c

[butcherbcy]

When Aaron is out, he writes messages to Roy on little scraps of paper and leaves them in places where he knows Roy will find them. Common words to be found in these notes are "please" and "stop."

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     He's done it. Roy leaves Aaron notes and reminders as well.

[tasselxd-moved]

lucklxss replied to your post:I love how Wrench and Numbers are trained killers...

you’re making it so hard for me to resist reopening my Numbers muse ;^;

SCREAMS

[camillelafaye]

your fucking adrien brody tags are giving me so much life right now. i'm laughing my ass off trying not to wake up my mother

|| he a bitch.