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[israelskelton]

Clever as the devil

Israel remained in the background paying no attention to anyone. He was lost in his thoughts, per usual. He was on a rental for the bakery, which, they soon learned, was a mistake. Practically shoving the wolf out the doors, he sat patiently and waited for the guards to come and pick him up, given the mess he had made. Sitting on the curb, he splayed his hands behind him, leaning his head back to look at the sky. It was overcast, and by the looks of there would be rain. He could practically smell it. Lifting the now cold hot chocolate to his lips, he winced as he felt someone step on his hand. “Ow.” Despite the dead-pan word, his body jerked in response to the painful stimulus and the liquid spilling forth onto his body. Turning his head to growl at the person attached to the offending heal, Is’ gaze fell to Eden, and he found his curled lip falling. “Zorry, Mistress,” He dropped his gaze apologetically, pulling the hand into his lap so no one else would step on it. “Running herrands?”

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[israelskelton]

Panic Room

That fucker took his spleen and one of his kidneys. Clutching his abdomen with a pained hiss, Israel gritted his teeth, swearing under his breath. Slick blood seeping between his fingers as he tried in vain to press the wound closed. It was a deep wound and would take time to heal. But he didn’t have time. Not with him out there. How? How was this even possible? His genes made it impossible to clone him. Yet, someone had. The likeness was uncanny from what he could tell. Save for a few minor details. This... this clone didn’t bare his scars, a collar, or an artificial voice. The sound of his voice, his actual voice, still rang in his head. He had forgotten what it sounded like... 

Hearing someone call out to him, Israel jerked his head sideways, blurry doe-eyes staring down a fuzzy but somewhat recognizable face. It... it was the red-haired woman he had bumped into just a few days ago. Unless... it wasn’t her. Every instinct in him said to run, but his body wouldn’t move as the initial shock coursed through his system. A strangled sound leaving him... sounding between static and a growl... laughter? He was in shock, glazed eyes staring at his gaping abdomen. 

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[israelskelton]

Coffee Daze

Sitting down on the curb, Israel fiddles with the unlit cigarette in his hand. He stares out at the street then looks to the rather bland and sad looking turkey and cheese sandwich sitting next to him. Rubbing at his cheek he smears a streak of red paint against the ivory skin. Hazel orbs flicking over the half-finished mural he’s been asked to paint outside of the bookstore. Standing up to study the small imperfections in the brick, he steps back to look over his work and bumps into someone. Feeling hot coffee spill against his flesh, he flinches soundlessly. The wolf’s flying to a whirlwind of red hair and striking eyes. He frowns at his own clumsiness before throwing the woman an apologetic smile. “Zorry...” He can feel his cheeks flush and his gaze instantly falls. He’s not sure where to look at this point so he focuses his gaze on the intricate cracks in the sidewalk. Hopefully she wouldn’t be angry about the coffee. 

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[kurtisonguycandy-blog]

mirror, mirror || Kurtis & Eden

A carnival. How perfect. It was a place where one could go and eat greasy foods and pretend that they are five again, clinging to their parents hands as they look at everything with that childlike wonder. It was the perfect summer activity, well to everyone but him. Kurtis hated things like this, always have and always did. It was overpriced and cheap at the same time, loud and dirty. Seriously, how could one place be so dirty? Normally he would avoid things like this, however on this summer night, he found himself wandering the carnival, hands in his jean pockets as he people watched. It was one of his favorite hobbies, finding that watching other people made him forget about his own problems. Yet tonight, it wasn’t working. Ever since Montreal came to his door the other day, no matter what he did, no matter what he took, he just couldn’t forget. Every time he tried to shut out his mind, those green eyes flashed behind his lids causing him to jolt back to reality. Maybe that’s why he was there. He was hoping that the dirtiness and everything else that made the carnival what it was, would rub off on him. That for once night he could give into its charm and see what everyone else did. Wandering into the Hall of Mirrors, he gave the guy a dollar, not paying much attention if it cost at all, and shortly found himself standing in front of several mirrors which projected his image back at him. There he was. Blue jeans, red button up shirt rolled up to his elbows, hair tossed about for once as he didn’t seem to have the energy this morning to try to fix it like normal, except none of that was what he was focused on. What he couldn’t tear his eyes away from was how much he had changed. Weight had slipped off of him over the past months, dark rings developed under his eyes from the lack of sleep and the new drugs he found himself clinging too…he was still there under it all, still his charming, cocky, handsome self. He just had to look harder to find it. Letting out a sigh he ran a hand through his already messy hair and he turned to leave, bored with this ‘attraction’ already, when he heard the cries of help.

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