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[mysterychasing]

Mobile but like for a thing frm older nance pls :((

[arsennal-blog1]

    he’s counting his breaths. giving into the senses  - tapping back into that intuition he wore like a second skin.  one ... two -   (    nothing     )    there’s a high pitched frequency ringing in his ear and it makes him step back , taking the entire scene in place.  WHAT THE FUCK ?  his awareness shoots up to that of a militant survivor ; his true self.   no tall buildings.  biting cold nights. the haunt that hung over his head isn’t as destructive - but it hasn’t left either.  he felt a heaviness in his hands not too soon after , that weight causing him to grip  the rifle in hand. 

       but he feels that rush again. a driven purpose. that growing feeling rises the moment he spots the shadow through the scope.  hallucinations have come and gone, and right now he’s not comprehending so well.    there was no time for acting , or bullshitting - interrogating with the right moves.  no time for right.  

he moves quickly - quietly from the hiding spot , making his way over to the stranger in a matter of moments.    “ I’ll make this easy on you. “  he speaks in a lowered tone , his hand ready to reach for  his gerber mark - the only knife he’ll ever use.     “ five seconds , start talking.  Where the hell are we ? “ 

[arsennal-blog1]

   in his sense of direction , he’s trying to scope the place out while he’s got a good chance.  the general logistics , location coordinates.  all the things he thinks is gonna be crucial to his knowledge when he needs it.  something he can pull out of his back pocket just in case.  but what he sees right now paints the whole picture for him. and he really can’t help but laugh.        “ jesus christ ─ y’know for someone who believed , wore hope like a second skin and walked around like some patron saint .. you taste the medicine yet , red ?  “   frank pauses , eyes glazing over the medical tools , the kind of limited set up that takes him back.  he looks at the other , first question in his head was why. 

    though he wasn’t about to  admit he started praying to whatever god was up there , the moment he ended up in the place ; he’d never hear the end of that one. 

   “ never thought you’d get stuck in this shithole purgatory huh ?  yeah , through and through. “  frank let that ring in his head a bit , though he never fully believed he’d see him there.   he couldn’t lie and say there wasn’t even a slim sense of relief ; if there was someone he’s gonna run into , had to be this guy.  it doesn’t take much for billy russo to set back into his mind , giving frank one more reason to go after him and his bullshit.   “ i’ve only been here , let’s say .. maybe a few hours - and you’re the one tryin’ to find solace in a makeshift medical room. tell me how that is ─ how the hell are you here ?  “ 

      /  @hellsguardiandevil​