I'm a Saint

The name's Blaire, I'm a saint obviously. Part of the Third Street Saints. I've got it pretty good here in Steelport. If you need something I guess give me a shout. ((Recently Blaire has lost an arm)) M!A Status: None Please read the about and headcanons, it makes things make sense and things go a lot smoother that way.

[thethirdstreetsaint]

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My last post was four months ago. 

Oops I went on a hiatus. 

[foolish-pleasure]

"Damn Blaire, where's your friggen head? Thought you were better than that. Well at least they haven't caught you yet."

[thethirdstreetsaint]

"...The fuck are you talking about? My heads' all good. I moved on to bigger and better things. Went with the highest bidder and I came out on top, there's no way I'm getting caught this time." 

[foolish-pleasure]

"Hey now, my beard is sacred. It’s the money maker with the ladies. Anyways, you staying out of trouble?"

[thethirdstreetsaint]

"Whatever let’s you sleep at night. Uh, no. Gonna be honest, doing the usual shit for a different employer. Just came back to get shit I left behind." 

[foolish-pleasure]

"Well at least you’re making sure not to get caught in your risky endeavors there." He smiled, offering her a piece of gum.

"Picking up your things? Ya moving out of the city?"

[thethirdstreetsaint]

"Yeah, that happened a couple of times, got a few good reasons to keep out of getting caught now. But uh yeah, been moved out for a couple of weeks just forgot some shit." 

[thekingofthewest]

[thethirdstreetsaint]

foolish-pleasure replied to your post:"Friendly reminder, your next appointment is coming up."

"Alright Joan Jett, turn down that rebel yell ya got it?"

"Well fuck you and your beard" 

[foolish-pleasure]

"Hey now, my beard is sacred. It’s the money maker with the ladies. Anyways, you staying out of trouble?"

[thethirdstreetsaint]

"Whatever let's you sleep at night. Uh, no. Gonna be honest, doing the usual shit for a different employer. Just came back to get shit I left behind." 

[mindmeldedwithaliens-deactivate]

      mun and muse about 99.99% of the time.

[thethirdstreetsaint]

foolish-pleasure replied to your post:"Friendly reminder, your next appointment is coming up."

"Alright Joan Jett, turn down that rebel yell ya got it?"

"Well fuck you and your beard" 

[thethirdstreetsaint]

Blaire you just got fucking back quit being a Grade A shit, alright?

[thethirdstreetsaint]

"Friendly reminder, your next appointment is coming up."

"I think that was the sound of me not giving a fuck" 

[r4gn0r0k]

Overboard! | TheThirdStreetSaint

[r4gn0r0k]

Watching as Blaire completely ripped his room’s door right off the hinges, the teenager let out a mix of a small scream and whimper. If she did that to the door who knows what he wanted to do to him!

Fucking hell, what had he gotten himself into?

Sadly, this was a question Matt asked himself a lot, especially when it came to this foul-beast-of-a-woman.

Provoking Blaire was one of the worst things he could do right now, especially with being cornered in such a small area! Oh god, if she got a hold of him….

Complete fear of being beaten to death aside, Matt still held on to the hope that one of the Syndicate members would overhear and alert the others.

“You can’t take all of them, you know! You may be tough, but you’re still human! They gang up on you, you’re going down and being cast into the ocean to die!”

Now, the chance of scaring Blaire off was extremely slim to none, but it was still worth a try right? If anything, perhaps it could at least stall!

Besides, there was a bit of truth to his words. At least… he felt so. With Loren, the DeWynter sisters, and especially Killbane being there, there was a good chance that they could take her down! …Right? Like he said, Blaire was still human. All it would take was a few well-aimed bullets to take her out.

Or so he hoped.

As Blaire charged through the now wrecked room, a fearful whimper escaped his blue lips.

Why… Why wasn’t anyone coming to help?

Were they all out having fun, blissfully unaware of the danger that their coworker was in? He was a pretty valuable asset to the Syndicate, they wouldn’t let him die!

Still, it was obvious to Matt that the others weren’t going to bail him out of this one. It was at the realization of this that the real fear kicked in. Heart completely racing, he felt completely panicked. Breathing became harder as the world around him seemingly began spinning faster and faster. With an awful, tight pain in his chest he pulled his knees close and hugged them, reaching a trembling hand out for the desk’s chair, bringing it as close as physically possible. He knew it wouldn’t keep him safe, but he still hung to the small shred of hope that it would at least delay things.

[thethirdstreetsaint]

Perhaps the security on the ship assumed it was best to leave gang issues to resolve themselves and keep other passengers from the area or maybe they were too busy putting on some sort of protective gear to respond immediately, either way the crew was not helping Matt anytime soon it appeared.

Blaire closed on the desk chair looking at it and seeming rather unimpressed with the hackers attempts at shielding himself. 

"Miller, by now I would have assumed you would have taken some sort of self defense course or watched a couple of videos on it so it would seem like you could make some attempt at stopping me other then using this piece of shit chair" she sneered while moving to pull it out of his grip. 

The red head while still amused by their cat and mouse game seemed to be growing more angry at the fact Miller didn't seem to play well, he didn't put up enough of an interesting fight to keep her too entertained. Maybe one day she'd grow bored, but today, unfortunately for the cyber goth was not that day. 

"Matt, I'll take on who I like, Human or not, I'll go down in the biggest fucking blaze of glory taking on the syndicate." She paused before grinning wickedly. 

"Oh, the ocean you say?" she almost seemed to purr before violently reaching under the desk for Matt's collar. "I wonder if you'll float or become an oil slick" she cooed wickedly. 

[thethirdstreetsaint]

ooc:Sudden onset Migraine is throwing me back. I will try to reply to things but I will mainly be skype bound

[mikejamesriendeau]

This joke’s probably already been made 1,000 times but.

Don’t care.

[eddiespockethankie]

closed w/ thethirdstreetsaint

[thethirdstreetsaint]

Mordecai let out a little sigh watching Jane sort of stomp off to her jeep and take off towards the pet store. Hopefully she wouldn’t take long. 

"And what a family we have" he laughed a little bit patting Chuck’s back. 

[eddiespockethankie]

Chuck broke contact only to pat the dog on the head. “Any idea what we should name him?”

[thethirdstreetsaint]

"I think Trio is a little cliche and probably expected." he replied before rubbing the back of his head. "How about we get him in the car and we can think of a name?" he offered. 

[eddiespockethankie]

closed w/ thethirdstreetsaint

[eddiespockethankie]

Chuck threw his arms around Mordecai, buzzing with excitement. "You hear that?" Chuck asked, switching his affections to the dog. "You're coming home with us! You can be part of our family now."

[thethirdstreetsaint]

Mordecai let out a little sigh watching Jane sort of stomp off to her jeep and take off towards the pet store. Hopefully she wouldn't take long. 

"And what a family we have" he laughed a little bit patting Chuck's back. 

[eddiespockethankie]

closed w/ thethirdstreetsaint

[eddiespockethankie]

Chuck's widened and a giant smile took over his face. "I can keep him?" he asked in disbelief.

[thethirdstreetsaint]

Mordecai let out a sigh before handing the paper work back to Jane and sending her off. Before she came back with a certificate of Adoption. "Yes, were going to have to get him some supplies though" 

"It's all officially, you two and now proud owners of the pup." She replied handing the paper to Chuck. 

Jane in exchange for the papers was handed a credit card. "We're going to need a kennel and such for him." Mordecai spoke before hearing Jane grumble. 

"Right...I'll meet you two back at the flat." 

[zeeewa-deactivated20150627]

i am groot.

[eddiespockethankie]

closed w/ thethirdstreetsaint

[eddiespockethankie]

"I told her not to call," Chuck grumbled, still giving the pup belly rubs. The sun was starting to set and the shelter was beginning to pack up the play pens.

[thethirdstreetsaint]

"and she doesn’t ever listen to the word No" He murmured looking around for a moment it was an adoption event and Jane called him out here, he was putting two and two together. 

However Jane was already asking for paper work for the dog and shoving it against Mordecai’s Chest.  "You know you can’t resist the pup" 

[eddiespockethankie]

Chuck was quiet, face burning with shame as he scratched the dog behind the ears. The pup had sat up at the new addition, looking at Mordecai curiously with his tongue lolling out. Chuck moved to stand, causing the dog to awkwardly stand, too, trailing behind him as he approached the edge of the pen, hopping a bit from his missing leg.

"I… I didn’t want to ask you. You already give me so much." His face changed when the dog nosed under his hand, demanding more pets. He laughed, scratching him behind the ears.

[thethirdstreetsaint]

Jane tapped his chest with the clip board expectantly before looking to Chuck and the dog. There was a quiet exchange of words, presumably about the business he was dealing with before and then Jane turned and sort of laughed. 

Mordecai let out a sigh propping the clipboard against Jane's back. "I was thinking about getting a pet, a cat actually, but I suppose a dog's just as fine though..." 

Jane laughed before rolling her eyes at being used like a table. "I'm glad I could speed your process along then." She retorted