#volatiletm

[cultkiid]

@volatiletm ; starter call.

   “Hey, mister,” Roxanne hisses from the shadows. She inches towards the man in front of the liquor store. The neon pink and purples hues from the OPEN sign illuminate the speckles of mud across her cheek. She’s five-foot-two, barefoot, outstretching a ten dollar bill to the man. “Can you get me a six pack of PBR? You can keep the change,” she offers with a curt simper. 

[ofmobqueens]

@volatiletm​ ;; liked for a starter

“This ain’t a place for you, pretty boy.” Virginia remarked, exhaling a soft cloud of smoke from her lips. The area was supposed to be empty and Gianni should have made sure of that. The brunette sighed as she realised that she would have to clean up his shit if this whole deal goes south.

Her lips curl into a small smile as she looked at the man before her. He was a pretty boy, and under normal circumstances, she would have seduced him. This was however, not the right time nor the right place. Her priority was the exchange of  a wanted man for Joe’s drugs.

“Scram, if you know what’s good for you. You wouldn’t want to be here if things get messy.”

[thenewfist-blog]

“Christmas songs this early?”

Cold weather sentence starters ;; Accepting!

How dare the man insult his musical choices at the moment. At least he hadn’t started playing them before Halloween like some people, he’d waited until December when it was entirely appropriate to play such music. Plus-- “It was my mom’s favorite holiday.” It’s stated with a soft shrug of his shoulders because, yeah, he’s tough when he needs to be, but he was always very close to his mom and never got to say goodbye, so there’s plenty of emotions there beneath the surface. “And there’s not even three weeks left ‘til Christmas.”

[wclfgirl]

    illya had been tasked with capturing a rogue kgb agent, one that had killed a colleague, an act that was unforgivable to him –unless there had been valid reason for her actions. from the information he was briefed with, there had been no concrete motive making her more of a threat against civilians causing her to be a top priority.

    ❝you might have escaped me once, hayley,❞ taking a few steps towards her, he kept his guard up just in case she tried to attack him. ❝but this time you won’t be so lucky.❞

DID HE REALLY BELIEVE she would be so easy to capture? it had been weeks since she escaped the clutches of her captors, ones she once considered colleagues, and there was little way she would return to them, now that she knew just what they were capable of. they trained her to be the best, take in her surroundings, and always be on guard. that didn’t lessen when she came face-to-face with illya, taking an instinctive step back when he took one forward. “you call it luck. i call it skill.” if only she had the skill to remain out of his line of sight for a bit longer. “if you think i’m going to bow my head and go back, you’re wrong. you’ll have to kill me first, and i have it on good authority, you can’t. ever ask yourself why they would keep me alive? after what i’ve supposedly done?”

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[legendbcrn]

❛ Are you in some kind of trouble? ❜ (Gaby)

     hues dart toward the voice, arm still locked around what the american’s might classify as a goon given the man’s obvious lack of training. was she in some kind of trouble? not immediately, as far as the agent was concerned. in the longer term, however, well, she obviously was on someone’s hit list– someone who clearly hadn’t thought through the hired help. still, it was not entirely out of the realm of probability for an intelligence agent to be a target, was it not? 

     “illya.” she states his name in surprise– though she suspected his presence should not surprise her anymore– a beat passing before the woman continues. “i suppose that would depend upon how you define trouble. this one tried to kill me.” she states, releasing her hold as his only direction of escape was toward the other man who she was fairly certain wouldn’t allow him to pass.