#mortintime

[vitriols]

@mortintime      misgivings had been mulled over on the plane ride here, each potential failing analyzed from beginning to end, leaving the man convinced that this is more or less a catastrophe in the making. without a man on the ground here, too much can go wrong-- and diell doesn’t intend to volunteer himself. these thoughts occupy him, souring his mood more by the minute; a perpetual scowl twists his face, compounded by the fact that he has been made to wait.       if he were the sort of man to use the word ‘impudence’, he’d certainly be applying it here.       there’s a brief thought of grabbing the generic secretary by the collar of his shirt when he’s ushered into the office, then decides it isn’t the most comely first impression. he tempers his anger with a deeply held breath, then offers a thin smile and the promise of a handshake.            “  mr. wallace, no? diell loughty. lets hope you’ve set aside a good amount of time, my employer has given me a laundry-list of shite to talk through with you.  “

[poilineacht-blog]

@mortintime. starter call.

       ‘ your tattoos, mate-- ’ tommy says, to clarify his earlier compliment. he appreciates that sort of thing, having a few of his own. figures it bears repeating, too. ‘ they look good. you get ’em local? ’

[slicktrxck]

@mortintime ♥’d for a smol starter

          “I know I look like some handsome schmuck, but that’s what you need, right? Urban camouflage. I can give you her whole operation on a platter. Locations, the officers she’s bribed, closest advisors. All I want is to be on the winning side of this turf war, okay? I’ve never jumped ship before, I’ve been workin’ for her for a decade and then some, but man... she’s old fashioned.”

[corpsefed-blog]

@mortintime​ / starter call.

        they’re only here for an astronomy event, but---- new jersey's cemeteries are practically a buffet. there wasn’t any way that the ghoul wouldn’t seize the opportunity and scope out those closest to his hotel. they’re doing just that tonight. they’re getting hungrier as the days pass.

        calvin is fully aware that they look suspicious, the way they lurk around the perimeter. they’re trying to figure out what’s inside and where. what tools they can get their hands on, where the most discrete fresh graves are. this part of town is quiet enough that they’re not all too worried about being seen, but even then, they’re doing their best to avoid it, constantly glancing over their shoulder and about and effectively adding to reasons why they might raise red flags.