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We Few, Drunken Unicorn, Atlanta 06 July 2013 (by Cielo Azure)

#we few #we few atlanta #spencer malone #malone we few #drunken unicorn #folk punk #punk

Spencer and Leiah are going to the bonfire together???

I saw that! I was just as shocked as you, my little grey. Spencer's going with Leiah! I was impressed that Leiah actually got someone to go with her. I do hope that Speiah works out. What a cute couple that would be. Get some, Spencer~

XOXO-RR

#ask #Spencer Malone #Leiah King #gossipblog #rp #rpg

FINDING SPENCER PARA

What Greg saw with his eyes were not what his mind was expecting. At first it didn’t register, there was no way, but as his mind kicked back into gear his eyes widened before reaching in and pulling at a very abused looking Spencer. “Spencer, son, can you hear me.” There was a decaying corpse that lay under Spencer but Greg wasn’t going to worry about the sick and fucking twisted ways of Sylvester. “Get over here. He needs to go to a hospital, now!” As Luke and Greg lifted Spencer out towards the safety of the grass Greg exhaled in relief, but only for a moment before he realized that Avie wasn’t there. Hurrying back to the coffin he prayed it wasn’t a mutilated Avie that was lying under spencer that he hadn’t got a good look at. Quickly going back towards the hole that was dug Greg stopped at the edge of the coffin, his worst fears coming to life as he saw the way James’ face had turned pale – almost green. Oh god not, oh fucking please don’t let it be her. Bracing himself he peered over to the dead body slowly, it was on its stomach so Greg had to turn it around to look at the face. When he turned the body around he had to fight back a gag, it wasn’t Avie. His eyes moved to read the tombstone, making the connection he was scared to make, the one James had already made. There is was, written in stone – literally, Austin Malone Greg gripped the sides of the casket, Jesus fucking Christ, that’s twisted little fuck! YOU WILL FUCKING PAY, YOU WILL FUCKING DIE! Slamming his fist against wood “James, get out of here, GO! Make sure your brother is okay.” Greg didn’t turn to look if James had left, this was too much for his mind to process, all he wanted was the severed limbs of Sylvester Rosario. Fixing the decaying corpse into a proper burial position, Greg wanted to sink himself into some type of despair, but he couldn’t. Not now. Not when so many people were relying on him. “I will get them back for you, if it’s the last thing I do.” He whispered to the corpse of his dead son, Austin. Closing his eyes against the pain he felt in his chest he gently sealed the casket back up, climbing out of the hole as his phone rang. It was Lucas “Spencer’s alive, sir. Barely, we’ve just reached the hospital but he’s alive.” Greg nodded his head though no one could see him. “I’ll be there shortly.” Turning off his phone he put it back in his pocket and slowly walked over to a shovel, piling the dirt back over Austin’s coffin. He wasn’t sure how long it took him, he knew people were still trying to reach him, but this was something he had to do alone. It was only right. Patting down the last shovel of fresh dirt he gripped the shovel and threw it as far as he could, the anger, the sorrow, the fucking pain he felt was more than one man should be able to endure. But he did, he would, and he knew he would retaliate in a way to assure Sylvester felt the same – if not worse. Looking around he took deep breathes. Spencer was alive, he was safe now, but he still didn’t have Avie, and Greg would stop at nothing to get his daughter. Even if it meant destroying all of Chicago in the process, it was time to plan a strike back against the Rosario’s.

#greg malone #ella moreno #James Malone #Spencer Malone #Lucas #Savannah #Connor Malone #Johnny #Charlotte

I know we are mid hunt here, but has anyone seen my husband?

Checked his office a half hour ago, he still hasn't come home, and with the babies doing what I assume are back-hand-springs...If anyone has seen him or knows where he is, he's not answering his phone, as he usually does, could you please send him home? Dear God...please don't let Sylvester have him...

#I just love her face in this gif #Crossed out means NO ONE KNOWS yeah #Spencer Malone #Caroline Malone #Mama Malone #blah blah blaahh

phonecall to spencer

James: "Do you ever wonder where you go when you die? Are there wheels churning in the sky that regulate the life cycle of humans, maybe? You know. It's funny. I was contemplating all these things. The small things. In a bigger picture. When I did it. And now, here I am. Still. And here you're not. You wanted to talk to me. I've tried countless times to reach you. I'm done being the one to reach out. If you need me, you know where to find me. If you're avoiding me...why? Have I scared you? I'm not like that. I swear I'm not. I just want to hear from you, Spence. It'd be nice to know that my older brother actually cared. I-- okay? Just...call me back damnit, it's the least you can do." James kept calling his older brother. It was fascinating to him that a man who had put forth so much effort in contacting him and reaching out had so quickly slurped back his attempts. It was as if Spencer had dissipated into thin air. But, James had to admit, this wasn't surprising. Spencer always used the excuse that he had higher, more pressing matters to attend to. So the near-death experience of one brother wasn't enough to bring him down from his high throne, eh? James frustratingly tore his cell phone from his ear and threw it upon his bed.

#Just wanted to make a little thing about it!#Spencer's at the hands of Sylvester Rosario #but no one knows yet #Spencer Malone #James Malone

Spence.