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HELLO AAAA i was the jolyne at smash today and i was checking tumblr for smash photos and i found you!

Oh really! That’s so cool! (Nice!)

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OH MY GOD GURL YOUR ART IS ADORABLE ❤️❤️

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♠ || Hostage

{❀} - makishima-s

She tried to keep her calm despite the situation. Those around her were either crying or trying to find ways to escape. She knew neither would help. Crying would get nothing accomplished and the only exit from the basement were the large doors the man would surely be at the top of on the other side.

When the said doors opened, her breath hitched and her heart started to race. She didn't want to die. Not now. All she had wanted was to get aspirin from the superstore for her chest pains and then go home. Her chest pains were the least of her problems now.

"And you, get me some painkillers”

She had practically drowned him out in fear until she was in his line of target. Her mind tried to process what he said. "I-I don't..." Painkillers... from where? She looked around the dark massive basement that was piled high with items to be stocked eventually. Cans, detergents, toilet paper, boxed goods, shipments of fruits, electronics... Where would she find them? She took a peak at his face to know what the man looked like. He was scary. She wished she had bought them before this whole thing happened.

She stood up on her shaking legs, still looking around and trying to deduce where shipments of medicine would be piled at. Pinpointing a stack of cardboard boxes, she left the group of hostages and began searching the labels on them for any kind of clue. Trembling hands and pained chest making the task all the harder.

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makishima-s

“Walk it off? When I can walk I’ll kick your ass for that.” She ground out as she bit back tears.

She wondered, just how did she end up in this mess? There she was, on the floor of a warehouse with a bleeding leg after collapsing from running away from pursuers. The white haired man practically laughing in amusement at her condition was just fine though.

What had they even shot at them with? It was surely a gun, but it didn’t look or act like the Dominators the Safety Bureau had. Her upper right leg had a hole in it and it hurt like hell. It burned like fire was spreading from the wound and seared anything in its path.

“Damn it.” She needed first aid. Fast. She knew Shougo couldn’t give a damn, so she started searching with her eyes for any emergency kits from where she was on the floor.

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Hey dudes! Sorry for taking so long with them makishimas, and shigaa I kinda missed yours whoops but yea, thanks for tagging! Answers and rambling under the cut. :3c

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{❀} - makishima-s

She knew she would find him here, if by some innate sense within her mind guiding her feet along.

His silhouette was visible from the entrance to the narrow street. Was he even trying anymore? He would be spotted instantly. Not even that, but as she walked closer, she saw that he was in his same dress shirt and trousers as always. He would freeze to death before he would bleed out, she mused. It was cold today, freezing rain falling down from the sky. A cold deathbed for a cold man.

She saw his eyes crack open as she approached, her footsteps making a hollow echo in the dark alleyway where he hid himself. Was this really the great Shougo? The mastermind that had almost driven her off the edge at one point? The man so readily able to betray those close to him?

“I didn’t expect to see you here. I guess I’m not the only one who has that so called bad taste when I think you came all the way here to watch me die”

Miyako picked up the tremble in his voice as he spoke. No longer the intimidating, self-assured tenor that instilled fear into those he victimized.

She scoffed quietly at what he said. As if she would be out here huddled under an umbrella in freezing rain for fun. “So,” crouching down in front of him and picking up the switchblade he had probably let go in fatigue or in numbness, she spoke in a gentle voice that held a tone of coldness in it, “did you lose, or give up?” Noticing the red liquid soaking his clothes and skin along with the rain.