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JAMIE PIPER for the sex meme -regrets nothing-
@ncthisown
Not Enough Alcohol in the World || No || Maybe if I were wasted || Maybe || Eh…Sure || Yes || TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF NOW! ((he would never say it cause Jamie’s an innocent babu!))
“Kid,” he called out, then approached the much younger ginger haired male. “I’ve been hired by the local police force to ask some questions to the city’s teen population about a serious issue that’s plaguing the youth. Gonna work with me or are you too cool to help a guy... and people your age, out.”
“You are my sunshine”
Send me “You are my sunshine” for my muse’s reaction to yours dying in their arms
The Toreador swore at himself as he held the small teenaged boy in his arms. This was his fault. He stayed in town for far too long, hunters caught up and did exactly what Ash feared they’d do. Hurt someone he knew to get to him. But this was far worse than a simple wound. Hunters were very ‘go big or go home’ when it came to their job and Jamie was pretty much doomed. Three gun shots to the chest.
“You’re gonna be fine, okay? Listen to me.” And with that, Ash’s discipline of Presence was kicked into action. Toreador manipulation wasn’t going to fix this, but the least Ash figured he could do was distract from the pain. He opened his mouth to speak again, but it fell closed upon hearing that last heart beat.
Eyes welled up with tears and guilt made sure that Ash didn’t have the freedom to move from where he sat, still cradling Jamie’s now dead body. His grip tightened to hold him in against his body and he began to sway, not really knowing how to react other than to let the grief take over.
"Don't do this!"
Alphabetical angst
It didn’t take a genius to see what was going to go down. There was a table between two couches and a few chairs. The people surrounding it were lazily seated and on the table was the cause.
Powder sat in the center and dollar notes, pieces of cardboard, anything used to separate it and form lines littered the corners.
With a girl laying practically on him, Ash heard Jamie’s voice and looked at him with a displeased expression. The Toreador’s drug problem in life drifted over to his unlife and he knew the only way to sate it was with drugged up blood. He knew it was an issue.
Was he proud of himself? No. He ended up nodding at Jamie and using his head to gesture to the door. This was a low point even on Ash Rivers standards and he really didn’t want the Kine to see it.
"It's... Just a scratch"
Send me “It’s… Just a scratch” for my character to tend to a wound on your character.
“Might be to you… but…” Eyes shut tightly as he tried to hold himself together. “Blood is blood and… you really don’t need me to go into the details now, do you?”
With an easy rip of the fabric of the shirt he was wearing, he wrapped it around Jamie’s upper arm. “Get into a fight with my dog?” He asked, attempting to make a joke but with his eyes (and mind) so focussed on the blood, it was hard to laugh.
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“Hands up!” Gun pointed at the boy, one eye closed as he aims.
RIGHT BETWEEN THE EYES
Well, maybe. If it wasn’t a water gun disguised as a real gun. He just likes to see the REACTION.
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“Wow! Someone’s as absolutely fucked in the face as I am! Where’d you get those? And don’t say ‘Don’t talk about Fight Club,’ because that’s lame. I already said it when I was, like, thirteen, but it’s lame now.”
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meme me fucker: old school new school edition !!
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don’t fuck with the manager of the underworld. no, he’s not satan. no he doesn’t even deal with hell whatever that is. he’s beckett hayes byday and hades: glorified bellhop for the dead by night. it’s an interesting job, to say the least.
and while you’re not fucking with him, remember something that may indeed be more important. do not fuck with the little trio of little brown yorkies that are just about always in tow. unless you want a fate worse than death, just leave them be. don’t even look at them, unless he’s showing them off and kissing their little heads and fawning over them.
“She’s just always whining if you don’t give her scraps of your food.”
“Persy’s always appeasing her...”
and then there’s his little flower girl. actually, it’s his niece: persephone. persy, you’ll hear him say most of the time. she runs the flowershop down the road and before you ask: no. he didn’t rape her. blame translators forthat little error. a more accurate retelling would be nice, but whatever. people still thinkhe’s voiced by james wood in the year 2015.
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once she read an article (yes, she does read!!) about how girls with daddy issues latch on to powerful, male figures in their life. hilariously,her first reaction was to use that nasally, thicklyaccented voice to call all the way down the hall:
“Mistah J! This is real interestin’!”
she always tries to share things with him, but he’s just too busy for it. that’s okay. once, she got him to read an entire newspaper clipping about some new, testy drug they were about to start human trials with. sure, it was just cause he stole a few truckloads, but still! it means some-thing, when your little slice of cheesecake sits down and reads something for you just for you. it’s real special.
sure, she quit her internship for this, but... well, it’s worth it. you don’t get once in a lifetimeopportunities twice, after all!!
“Love you, Mistah J.”
she says every night to him, and she kisses his cheek,and she lays down next to him, cuddling into his side.
this is her perfection.