#valdez.start

[devilsbound-a]

❛ i’m quitting everything. ❜ wolfgang announced, though he wasn’t even sure if the person sitting across from him at the booth of the bustling bar gave a rat’s ass. ❛ i’m a brand new man, and i’m going to live a clean life. no more drugs, no more casual sex, no more drinking. well, ❜ he looked down at the beer mug he had in hands, still full. ❛ after this last beer, that is. ❜

[ofbctrayals]

the shitty washer that had accompanied his apartment had finally DIED with a sputter and a cough, leaving wyatt with a basketful of dirty laundry to tote to the laundromat in a HUFF. the man set his load down in front of a free machine, jostling quarters in his hand and slipping them into the slot. he noticed a WANDERING eye observing the mundane action-- he wondered why it might have drawn any attention, then realized a couple of his t-shirts were splattered and stained with the blood that had fallen from his knuckles a few nights ago during a intensive training session. wyatt offered a tight lipped smile in the direction of the on-looker. “promise it’s MY blood and not someone else’s, don’t worry.” he half-winced, realizing that phrase didn’t sound very assuring out loud, ESPECIALLY in a town like valdez. “doesn’t sound great, now that i’m saying it, but i swear-- just tore my knuckles up with the bag at the gym. hoping this--” he held up the stain remover he’d brought along with him. “will help me out.” 

[johnr-kelly-blog]

John was reading the paper. The world wasn’t too interesting today. More corrupt politicians, murders, earthquakes in the far east. Sighing, John began to turn the pages aimlessly his eyes not settling on the words for longer than a couple of seconds before moving on. He was aware of the figure approaching him the moment their feet had begun to move in his direction. When he knew they were well within earshot he cleared his throat, still not looking up from his paper.

“No, I don’t want to buy raffle tickets or chocolates or even those cookies.”

[waywcrdsons-blog]

“I’m sure that we can sort this like rational human beings,” Maks announces, hearing how that sounded a lot like wishful thinking shortly before a glass whizzed right by his head and shattered on impact against the wall of the bar. 

Good try but bad aim, should he be counting his blessings for that? 

“Or perhaps not.” 

[frdknsll-blog]

“ m-mm, ” ford hummed disapprovingly, slowly stepping in front of the door as his large stature serves as a barricade. “ turn around. ”

[savagcs]

❝ hi ! i need some help. ❞ daisy stated the moment the other opened the door. she was surprised they had, really. it was late at night and the streets were empty, except for the red-haired woman, knowing randomly on doors hoping someone would open and take her in. the crimson blood on her crisp white blouse had already scared some folks off, but she hoped third time was the charm. ❝ i uh ... got run over ? yeah, yeah. i got run over. can i stay in here and hide, for just a couple of hours ? i lost my phone. fuck, i need to get my phone back. can you just ... i don’t know, borrow me some clothes ? i’ll pay you for them. ❞

[lorettaelizabethretired]

“Listen, I get it. I’m with you, I’m down with the cause. Mortal enemies. All that. Loud and clear. I got you.”

Her head nods earnestly, totally covert in her daisy sunglasses while she waits in line for the face painting.  

“But there’s deep fried Oreos, goddammit. You couldn’t just expect me to stay home. I’m only human.”

[gtfogerard]

“What the fuck is so important that you’ve gotta barge into my house?” Gerard growled from the couch, wrapped in blankets with his dog on his lap. “Are there really no other drivers available for whatever the fuck’s going on right now?”