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[w0lf1sh-blog]

[SENT]: hey will u come over

That alone would’ve been a red flag to a close reader. Anton didn’t ask people to come over. He told them to. Without any further explanation, he sent his most recent hotel’s address before adding, for good measure:

[SENT]: now thanks

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[futurepop]

@perdidoelcielo continued from this.

     “It is, and it’s fun but...” Eve groans as she flops down on her hotel bed. “I’m just sick of being on tour! I wanna go home, but I’ve got like three more weeks.”

[dxsole]

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“Miss...I know this doesn’t look good,” He’s got some guy in a headlock, Amos barely moving as the man angrily flails and tries to push away his arm-- a difficult task as Amos’ arms were massive. “But this guy isn’t a very good guy.” He was an abuser, in fact; Amos had caught him pushing around his girlfriend who fled the scene earlier. “I’m not gonna hurt him much, just teaching him a lesson right now.” The flailing is slowing down. “And the police, I’m sure, are gonna wanna talk to him. I’ll make sure of that. So don’t you worry your pretty lil’ head none.”

The man is soon dropped, unconscious on the ground, Amos standing up and brushing himself off. “And again, I’m sorry if I startled you, Miss.”

[bisnero]

@perdidoelcielo gets some DON OMAR! 

❝ Pobre DIABLA...  ❞

[cachazo]

𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚍.

     Touchy subject ; he understands the fear & the feeling it gives a lot more than Arabella probably thinks. Roman’s entire life is an endless cycle at making his presence known, his own last name brightly burning at the core of Saint Isadore’s inner workings. He reaches out & takes her hand, willing her to come join him in his seat so he can wrap arms of reassurance around her. The last thing he wants her to feel is unseen, especially when she’s been skipping in zig-zags around his thoughts, not that he’s quite ready to admit the last part. “ I don’t think I could if I tried. You’re like no-one I’ve ever met before, ”

[traumeriin]

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      “A good way? Yes, of course! I didn’t know it could mean a bad thing.” Rosemary blushes as she scratches her cheek. “Is that slang or something?” If it is, she wouldn’t be surprised. She has never been good at keeping up with it.

[aspernamentum]

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     Waking up with no recollection of the few nights previous was not a strange occurrence for Jimmy Hopkins. His eye’s were bloodshot, his head was thumping, his mouth felt like worn carpet. Waking up next to a mop of hair, again, was not out of the ordinary. He grabbed the half-finished vodka on the bedside table and sat up. His watch told him he was missing two days; a cocaine daze filling his head head, his heart still thumping irregularly. “Jesus fucking Christ.” He muttered. He was as naked as the day he was born. He stumbled out of bed. It wasn’t strange for him to wake up somewhere he didn’t recognize. He figured that this was a hotel room, a penthouse suite obviously. The sun seemed so bright, so inescapable in the open room, glass panels across the bedroom wall allowed the disgusting light to spew all over the room. He leaned against the window. The landscape wasn’t entirely unfamiliar, he managed to deduce he was in Vegas from the expanse of desert he could see off in the distance. All of the strangeness that had wriggled it’s way into his day-to-day life didn’t account for the ultimate strangeness. Something that sent a shiver down his spine and made his blood run cold. He always wore his wedding ring, he only ever took it off when he was fucking hookers -- he figured Zoe wouldn’t approve, but he wasn’t wearing just the one wedding ring anymore. He fiddled with the new ring with his thumb idly, his brain taking a few moments to catch up. Why was there a block of ice forming at his coccyx? He took a sip of his vodka. Was it simply the cocaine thinning his blood, causing it to freeze? No, this was a prospect far more terrifying. Matrimony. 

     The penny dropped.

     “Oh! Oh, Jesus fucking Christ!” He yelped. “Hey!” He hurried to the bed, clapping his hands. “Hey! Wake up! Wake the fuck up!” The panic that took over him wasn’t one based out of fear of being married, no, he could deal with being married, but if he was wasted enough to marry someone, what else did he do?

[tigrkllr]

“How much?”

He tried to not make these type of visits too often. Yet sometimes the simplicity and convince of it, the fastest and most effective way of disposing a corpse, was irresistible. It left authorities NOTHING. With little leads, and very little signs of motive from their suspect--- it left cases COLD. And the cost certainly wasn’t any issue. The Tiger was more then pleased to pay what was asked. But he’d never leave his newfound partner to dispose of the body by herself.

No matter how much money he could give--- it’d be foolish to assume it bought her trust and word. Already he was reaching into his suit pocket for his wallet.     PLOTTED STARTER @perdiddoelcielo