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{{ friends who shoot kneecaps together stays together @niratias }}
the pack, becky & the dogs — mood boards.
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[ money’s good ] your muse convinces my muse to do a job with them. (josh @ zaychik)
"I was wondering how long it would be until the two of us found ourselves business partners," Zaychik chuckled quietly, shaking his head, "Although I prefer the term bloody buddies." Shoving his hands into his pockets, they stepped forward up and out of the darkness. In truth, it hadn't taken much effort from Josh to convince Zaychik - just the offer of this job being unusual was enough for the masked man. It was strange, how even violence and gore could grow to be dull when it was done day in and day out. Before long, you began to focus more on the amount of time it would take to get the blood out of your clothes than what you did to put it there in the first place.
"When do we do this? You already got everything we need?"
@niratias gets a starter from Nikkita!
❝ So... I heard you're a dog. Well I'm a cat. Meowwwwww. ❞
@niratias from here
For once they don't want to kill each other. They've had a few moments of peace, they haven’t even spoken to each other. Yet, this is the most comfortable he’s ever felt around him.
“i don’t even like waffles,” Cassidy leans on the table with a bored huff.
So much fir a first date…if that’s what this is supposed to be. Brawling over territory between the Riders and The Conglomeration has ended in a temporary truce. Getting a text in the middle of the night asking him to show up here was annoying enough.
At least Mox is paying.
"What's this about? Gonna jump me? Have Pac strangle me when I'm not looking?"
He seems to have no idea all of this is about when he wrapped that belt around Mox's neck and actually forced him on his knees. A Waffle House dinner at 2AM because he managed to get the best of him? Not the first time. Won't be the last.
We're playing with fire here, and we both know it. | Drilla—Gabe @niratias
Sparing a glance at the other he tilts his head like a confused mutt before he is smiling all teeth. Usually that means danger to other people. For Gabe though, it means fun. “When the hell did you go and start waxing poetry to me? You got more things in there you want to spill out to me, you rascal?” Drilla reaches over and wraps his arm around Gabe’s neck and drags him in. “Gotcha—“ He noogies Gabe, rough berating of his knuckles on that dome of his because he knows he can take it. He breathes close to his ear and that playful nature only escalates as he bites down on Gabe’s top lope. It’s not hard, his teeth just making themselves known and he huffs a laugh before he lets the skin go. He doesn’t press away though. “What the fuck do you think you’re rambling about?” He says, breathe against his cheek, lips pressed against ear as he grows serious for a second, curiosity and almost a sliver of worry for what he might be implying.
@niratias some things can only be learned through experience.
"And I'm telling you, man. I got that in spades."
Not with this stuff, specifically — the gang unit of it all — but hell, if he wouldn't make a good team player just given the chance. It's every other part he can prove to be worth Moxley's time. His pride's shifted to the wayside, well aware this is sort of pathetic, just shy of begging for attention at this point, but he's out of places to think to go. No John, no Sam, just this fucked up clutch of lonely he's got to outrun.
"Give me something to do. Anything. I can show you, alright?"
Patient: Rachael Villeneuve Daughter of senator Philippe Villeneuve. Known reason for hospital transfer: Liver damage, caused by the overconsumption of alcohol. Searching database for a matching donor . . .
Not too long ago, Reach would have done the same as their copy. Searching the depths of a huge medical database, pulling a matching donor and send a request to the authorities, to acquire the unfortunate soul. Reach never questioned any of it back then, simply because Warren and Steven programmed them that way.
'Humans are neither important, nor unimportant'.
But now? It is wrong. Even if Warren and Steven did mean well, what they helped to create, all of it is wrong. The human trafficking, the experiments that resulted out of it all... sometimes, a human is just beyond saving. It is not right to kill a healthy human, just to save a sick one. Warren didn't want to accept that.
If anything though, Reach inherited that strong desire to help other people.
"Drop your weapon!"
The police trooper turns around in surprise. Maybe he thought it was another squad-member who received orders to abort this undertaking. It would have been a favorable outcome. Gabe Kidd? That guy keeps fighting like a wild animal down there on the street.
But instead, it is Reach who approached the trooper stationed at the roof of an old convenient store. And before said trooper can even turn around to take out this unwelcome guest, Reach closes the gap at breakneck speed, slamming their own weapon into the officer's face with such force that the attacked struggles backwards and falls down onto the street, where other troopers still grapple with the task of taking their target down.
@niratias / Gabe Kidd