#novamvitam

[vndeads-blog]

@novam--vitam

       ‘HOW’S YOUR FIRST NIGHT going, little dancer? ’ 

[suchabastarder-blog]

@novam--vitam​

“Hi…”, she awkwardly greeted.  She pulled out the transparent orange bottle from her bag and handed it to Nathan.  “You left your pills in class today.  I thought you may want them back..”

          Nathan looked at them for a while,  as if he was disgusted by the object that was in her hand.   As if he had no idea what it was at all...    of course slamming the door in her face was an option that he considered,  but in the end,  he took it.      ❛ ... you didn’t put shit in here,    did you? ❜         of course, even if she said  that she hadn’t there was no way that if she had she’d willingly say so. 

[bowcw-blog]

"Go away, fido! Shoo!", Victoria yelled at the barking dog as she stood on top of the a park table. The girl was obviously distressed. She is scared of dogs, even if they were friendly.

Of course he would barge out of the RV with aggression written in his drunken features. It had been quiet for so long that it had almost become eerie that Pompidou hadn't started at someone-- something. Anything. The dealer stumbles down the steps only to find bare feet planted against the refreshing coolness of green grass. He glares in the direction of the bark, and the shrill cries of some young woman he didn't recognize. "Man-- Pompidou!" It took him a couple of tries, but the mutt gladly returned to his side. "Are you fuckin' finished, man? Can she get off the damn table without you causin' a fuss?" He didn't expect a response, but the sorry look in those puppy-dog eyes were more than enough.

[suchabastarder-blog]

“Well, I we did get in a pretty bad fight.  I’m surprised you had the nerve to hit a woman.  Aren’t you going to have your dad sue me or something?”, she said as she pressed her ice pack over her eye.

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     ❛  WHAT CAN I SAY?  Snitches get stitches,    you should’ve learned to keep your fat mouth shut..   fortunately for you, your ass isn’t even worth a law suit. besides, i think you’ve learned your lesson.... ❜

[warhounded-blog]

@novam--vitam

“Hinode,” a voice rose from behind. Kaz had spotted her as he made his way to his office, the young girl before the serene backdrop of amber skies. “Sunrise. My mother used to tell me stories about Japanese generals, the ones who prided themselves in their motherland even in defeat-- The Land of the Rising Sun. Call it what you want, but it doesn’t beat the one in Costa Rica.” A breath. “You’re up early.”