#revcnga

[dragoncanefangs]

“Please just die.... it’s a simple request.”

Easier said than done.

[kllsworn]

@revcnga Has a Deathwish 

Being in prison had done nothing for him so far, all he could think about was the oath he had made. For some reason he didn’t even care about the repercussions. The fact that he was probably locked in forever or maybe sentenced to death. Of course they would, he was a monster so they’d be smart to get rid of him. He couldn’t even get mad about it.

Instead of thinking about confusing stuff like this, Zack closed his eyes while laying on his bunk, hands behind his head and eyes slowly closing. But he was immediately dsiturbed by a guard knocking against the iron bars of his cell.

          ‘ B64557 you’re to attend therapy sessions in ten minutes                     so get your ass up, hands out where I can see them ‘

Zack grimaced at that, rather annoyed. Why did they bother with therapy? Like that would do them any good. It only meant more confusing stuff for him to think about, but there wasn’t much else for him to do anyway. So he obeyed, getting handcuffed and escorted into the therapy room where the guard gave the woman on the inside a nod. ‘ He’s all yours Ms. Zahari ‘. 

[taggedfaker-a]

[ @revcnga, cont’d. ]

This is somewhat uncharacteristic for Nicolas - not because he’s insincere, he’s not.  But the surprise causes a smile to appear on the blonde’s lips, teeth pulling at her lower lip as she tries to contain her curiosity.“.. Is that for me?”

     It's hard to read Nic's expression. He looks emotionless aside from pressing his lips into a thin line. He holds the box out to her. Inside is a pair of earrings that he... well, HE thought they were a good purchase and they're sort of girly. At least he thinks so.

[snakes-kinned]

Do I spy... a hissy boy

“Hiss hiss, love.”

[thezomblr-blog1]

Pinches cheeks.

HE BITES !!

[antimundi-blog]

Of the places within the tropical resort town of Galdin Quay, the Four Piers tavern was considered to be the most lively. It had been where he and Melanie had met weeks ago in what felt like a whirlwind affair, never a dull moment with the blonde. Yet, he wasn’t simply there on some ragtag amusement as it had been before. There was business to conduct, after all. Business he was certain Melanie would like.

“If I’m honest, I didn’t bring you here to drink martinis all night. If I tell you what it is, you want in?”

@revcnga

[abloodygoodjob]

revcnga replied to your post: He can’t help but overhear the conversations. The...

“You can borrow my earplugs if you want.”

“Yea, probably gonna need them ‘cause’a those two.... Banshees the both of them. Don’t know how they don’t give eachother headaches.... Thanks Mate.”

[altsmultimuse]

{ Closed starter for @revcnga. }

Fine dining. As he grew more popular in his career, Nicolas became familiar with it. He did not care for it; he would rather feast on more substantial meals; yet the pay this new assignment offered was too good for complaint. The dinner was just a formality at this point anyway. Nicolas didn't really do interviews. He had established himself as reliable. He didn't dig much up on the Zahari family before agreeing to meet them either. Didn't matter where money came from, only that it went to his bank account. He got the main details and that was all he needed. Protect the CEO's daughter on the way to meet her fiancé.

He knocked on the front door ( thick wood, much more secure than what he was used to ). As soon as it opened he bowed, wanting to make a good impression, because hot damn these people were LOADED. "Nicolas Brown," he introduced himself and enunciated as clearly as possible.