#rosetintedscope

[dvxlity-blog]

@rosetintedscope​ -- тнє ℓσηg яσα∂ нσмє

☠                         “Well. Shit.”

⚡                           “Yep. Yep...”

It was a bit of an understatement, at least Michael thought as he stared at the burning cargobob at the foot of the mountain. Police sirens were still echoing from downtown Los Santos, growing louder as they drew near toward Mount Chilliad where they were currently holding refuge.

Somewhere out there, Geoff, Jack, and Gavin had the stolen cash and ideally had lost the cops by this point. After all, it was their job to keep the police distracted while Team A made a quick get away with the goods.

Ryan paced to the right and peered down the mountain towards the Alamo Sea.

☠                         “We could go down there and swim our way to the Airfield. Steal a plane and continue towards the rendezvous.”

Michael folded his arms and shifted his weight to one side.

⚡                           “And risk running into the cops? Wouldn’t it be smarter to snatch a boat by the beach and loop around? We can’t risk running into the police again.”

☠                         “If we take a boat and they do see us, we’re good as dead.”

⚡                           “If they catch us while we’re fucking swimming across the Alamo, Ryan, we’ll be fish in a fucking barrel! It’s not like we can Outlast 2 our way across it; we’re dealing with the fucking police force, not psychopathic maniacs. Excluding you.”

☠                         “Well...!”

Ryan threw his arms in the air, but fell silent and his arms just fell back against his side. There was a pause as the blond glanced back down towards the Alamo then out towards the Bay. With a sigh, he looked at Ray.

☠                         “I dunno. What do you think, Ray?”

[pxtrona-blog]

rosetintedscope 🌺

     ❝  I DO HAVE A DOOR, you know. Maybe you should use it sometime?  ❞

[crimebcssmoved-blog]

The place was packed and that wasn't counting the amount of bodyguards that each guest brought to make sure that no one would do any sort of 'funny business'. Gideon couldn't blame them for thier paranoia, most of them--if not all--were pretty big when it comes to criminal activities.  

And all of them were eager to discuss business and any potential partnerships in the near future with the host of this shindig.

It was a shame, Gideon thought, that Ramsey declined the invitation. He enjoyed the other's company and the man did employ his former protege, treated him well if he recalled correctly. Which is good, but it still stings that Ryan continues to stay rather than come back. Maybe he can arrange something later with Ramsey that would allow him to use the merc.

Taking a sip from the glass flute, Gideon glanced around as others chatted beside him. It seemed calm enough, but years of working in this sort of business gave the older man an instinct that would sound inhuman to others. Perhaps they’re right. Gideon stopped thinking himself as human a long, long time ago.

@miicaburton​ / @silcncee​ / @rosetintedscope​ / @elcvenfourtyfour​ / @aviatcrs​

[delusiives]

        I WOULD RATHER TOUCH YOUR PENIS                             THAN YOUR MOUTH

(ind. GTA Team Lads)

[mogcrbitches-a-blog]

“Fuck.” Michael groaned out. “Just fucking shoot me already.” A glass of water in hand, the male tossed some aspirin in his mouth before downing the entire glass. “Fuck Ray, why did you let me do this to myself?”

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[jerseydevll]

@rosetintedscope​ from starter call.

     The only light under the shadow of the Vinewood sign is headlights obscured by legs and the dull glow of a cellphone’s screen. A sea of darkened trees and houses lays between them and Los Santos, alive and bright under the smoggy night sky. Lights dance and pulse in the distance as the city of saints lulls itself to sleep to the distant whine of sirens.

     It would almost be beautiful if he hadn’t been staring out at it for forty-five goddamn minutes. 

     The rest of the crew was meant to shoot Michael and Ray a text when it was time to move, but it wasn’t coming. His anxiety seemed to double-up for each minute passed without word from Geoff━not as much in concern for the crew’s safety so much as for his own damn dying patience.

     “Alright, I can’t stand this,” Michael barks into the sprawling silence. He leans back onto the Adder, crossing his arms against the leather of his jacket. His shoes grind antsy marks in the gravel, and a half-eaten bag of takeout sits on the hood between them, a cooling patch of condensation beneath as it loses its heat to the night air. “Let’s just go hit this fuckin’ warehouse ourselves.”

[delusiives]

        ♥♥ my  wife  @rosetintedscope ♥♥  —-   like for a starter

        She  knows  her  way  around  guns,  that  has  never  been  called  into  doubt,  she  simply  knows  hand  guns  the  best ;  she  could  stand  to  learn  a  thing  or  two  about  sniping--  when  it’s  been  known  to  save  the  crew  on  several  occasions  --which  leads  one  fidgeting  Mica  to  stand  behind  the  sofa  where  Ray  resides,  watching  him  flutter  fingers  over  buttons,  evidently  playing  some  game,  while  her  own  crease  &&  uncrease  the  sleeves  of  her  cardigan.

      Mostly,  she’s  lost  for  the  exact  words,  a  way  to  say  it  without  sounding  so p a t h e t i c   &&   n e e d y.     ❝  Hey.... Ray ? ❞  She  finds  her  voice  &&  it  is  stunningly  casual  &&  normal.    ❝  You  got  a  minute ? ❞   He  clearly  does.