May 5, 2015
parkourmastery. ( starter call -- accepting. )
❛ ray. --- who are we after today? haven’t gotten my hands dirty in a couple of weeks, so if more than a bullet to the head is needed.
----i got you. ❜
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parkourmastery. ( starter call -- accepting. )
❛ ray. --- who are we after today? haven’t gotten my hands dirty in a couple of weeks, so if more than a bullet to the head is needed.
----i got you. ❜
parkourmastery
“You know-- one time, I was considered to be one of the best tap-dancers ever.”
parkourmastery liked !!!
“Mmmm-- nah, can’t say the name sounds familiar, nope, sorry.”
parkourmastery liked this for a starter.
“So! D-d-do ‘ya ever have those m-moments where you k-k-know you should h-h-head to the light and pass on, but you don’t? It’s truly a wonderful t-t-thing, isn’t it? Death?”
parkourmastery:
are you kidding. park life is the jam.
PARKLIFE IS MY FUCKIN JAM PLAY IT AT MY FUNERAL AND PUT THE LYRICS ON MY TOMBSTONE
parkourmastery:
Everything feels numb as he looks at the others wound; all the blood. Oh God, not Gavin. He can’tdie. He won’t. No, Ray won’t let him, not now. He feels tears running down his cheeks as he talks. Just keep him awake and alive, stop the bleeding, call someone to help.
“Yes, you were – are.” Don’t use the past tense. Gav will be fine. “You are going to survive this. And - And we’ll get a lovely little place together. I’ll try not to fill it with dogs – no promises though. And we’ll live there for years, me and you, yeah?”
He’s doing his best to avoid looking at his blood; one hand is pressing weakly against the wound in an effort to prevent the bleeding while the other reaches out to grip Ray’s hand, which is a great comfort. He’s already come to terms with the fact that he’s probably going to die: he knew it as soon as he got shot. It’s not even surprising that this is the way he’s gonna go. He never really imagined himself living to an old age, anyway.
“You should... you should get as many dogs as you want, Ray.” He manages a smile, squeezing Ray’s hand in an attempt to comfort him. “Open a fuckin’ rescue center, I don’t care. You deserve to be happy. You -- deserve to have everything you want.”
parkourmastery Lindsay walked into the office seeing all of the boys making loud noises as they played a game as they usually did. Her smile went away when she noticed Ray not there. He was there earlier, and she knew he wasn't in the cafeteria. "Where did Ray go?" She asked her ears going back slightly. "Who cares." Michael scoffed swatting her away like a fly. "Well I am going to find him, make sure he is okay." She said walking from the office.
parkourmastery:
[text; vav] you can’t just do this to me, gav. [text; vav] i was in a public place. [text; vav] too hot (hot damn).
( text; x-ray ) funnily enough i didn’t actually mean to send that. ( text; x-ray ) but the fact that you were in public makes it better ;-) ( text; x-ray ) (make a dragon wanna retire, man)