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@springahem
Originally he had been talking to the man at the newspaper stand, but when someone else answered, it couldn’t be said he was disappointed.
“Specific? Eh...Some where that is entertaining, mostly. Drinking, dancing, conversation. Am not too sure what is nearby.”
He hardly noticed the knowing glance the man behind the counter gave the woman; he had turned toward her with a tuck of the newspaper under his arm, freeing his hands to push them into his jacket pockets.
🎁
Every single holiday...
No, but Billy would probably try to find some makeup for her to use.
@springahem liked for a starter.
His world was filled with utter darkness for a long few seconds as the headlights of the Testarossa went dark. Details soon formed once more within the ink-black of his vision --- the red brick walls of a narrow alleyway, lit a pale blue by the moon that shone high up in the Miami skies; the litter on the sidewalk and writings on the walls, indications of the poor neighborhood he had chosen as his hideout. He blinked, slowly, gloved hand still wrapped white-knuckled around the wheel.
Get out. The car will be fine. Get up and get the fuck out.
The ringing of sirens filled his ears as he slammed the vehicle’s door behind him and made his way towards the street, disturbed only by the muffled booming of some outdated beat from a near stripclub. He remained by the corner, shielded by the alley’s shadows as the street was lit by the bright reds and blues of two passing police cars, looking for the maniac in a red Ferrari driving at 125 MPH on the highway.
His gaze followed them from the darkness, stepping into the circle of yellow light coming from the nearest streetlamp when both vehicles disappeared around the corner.
Only then did he notice her.
A heavy sigh slumped his shoulders as he reached into the pocket of his jacket, slowly closing the space between them. Retracting a small wad of ten dollar bills, he then outstretched his arm, holding them out for her to take.
”You didn’t see me.”
accents!
| If I get ten I’ll record myself; @springahem |
—SEVEN out of TEN.
You really want to listen to a sucky mexican accent, right?Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine.
Carl
[ Hotline Miami Prompt: Jacket’s Masks ]
Carl: How unorthodox can your ideas be?
“Very,” she smirks confidently andpats the messenger bag at her hip.
Aislin winks and shrugs, “Ask me about my magic wand sometime, if you’re ready to regret your life choices.”
☑ take off your helmet, and show some respect in MY house
10/10. DOES NOT WANT TO DO THIS. “Uuuuuuugghhh... do I gotta?” It almost looks painful the way he pulls the helmet off his head and tucks it under his arm, his gaze is at the floor and his hair covers his left eye. “Happy now? now can I please have my knives back?”.
Rami
Answered Here
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"Sorry, lady, show’s over for today.” Aislin paced upon the dais, cool-green eyes regarding the woman amiably and her smile soft.
