This is Gonna Hurt

Name: Azrael Feranna Answers To: Zee Age: 23 Gender: Male Affiliation: BLI Job: Scarecrow Additions Robotic eyes S/CA/R/E/C/R/O/W. Expert marksman. Hoarder of pre-war Hair Metal music. Drunk.

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thisxisgonnahurt:

“Think we’d get morea that shit. We got enough druggie corpses round here. Ya better not end up one of em, nobody else is gunna bring me shit anymore.” He gave a lazy drunk chuckle, and looked like he was practically dragging himself to sit up. He poured some of the powder out onto the table and reached his hand out to Kurt, snapping his fingers.

“Gimme the ID, gotta show that shit some respect eh?” Once he got it, he gave it a look over, an eyebrow came up from behind the sunglasses as he looked over his picture. He looked so sober in it. They really did wonders with photoediting now a days. He started cutting the powder into lines.

Kurt sat up, watching Zee cut the powder and chewing on his tongue, his stomach growling at him. He ignored it, and hoped the man was thinking they could share it, since he didn’t feel like going out to look for more that night and wanting to forget the hunger pangs he’d been getting. There were better things to spend money on than food.

When Kurt got up and dragged himself over to where the other man was sitting he found himself lightheaded from it, but ignored it and picked up the bottle of whiskey at Zee’s feet. He held it up and raised his eyebrows questioningly. “Mind if I…?”

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“Ya know, as much as I consider Whiskey a food group, if yer stomach gets any louder their gunna send in a rescue squad. Christ man, raid the fridge or sumthing.” He leaned down and snorted up a line in a quick huff, his finger holding the side of his nostril down until he’d jerked back afterward back against the couch.

“You’ll prolly OD on this shit on an empty stomach anyways.”

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“Bitch I always coulda legally killed ya. Just gunna be less paper work now.” He joked, pawing at himself lazily to find the bag thrown at him without moving his head from its reclined back position.

“Its gunna be shit, man. I’ll get bumped up to a new apartment. T’fuck other than you is gunna bring me shit up there? Even the Dracs think havin a beer with me is a goddamn sett up. Hey, I’m an Exterminator, I totally legit want them drugs bring them here.” He sighed, and held the bag up to his eyes trying to figure out what it was. he decided he didn’t care and opened it with a pocket knife.

“Anythin like Zydrate?”

Kurt coughed out a laugh and laid his head back on his arms, closing his eyes. “You serious, man? Like I’d give you Zydrate if I got that, fuck…” he smiled wistfully and looked up at the ceiling, remembering the first time he ever did it. “Man… I want that shit again… I don’t think I ever felt that good again…” he yawned and looked over at Zee, grinning. “’Cept for that one time, huh?” he teased, raising his eyebrows and winking cartoonishly. 

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“Think we’d get morea that shit. We got enough druggie corpses round here. Ya better not end up one of em, nobody else is gunna bring me shit anymore.” He gave a lazy drunk chuckle, and looked like he was practically dragging himself to sit up. He poured some of the powder out onto the table and reached his hand out to Kurt, snapping his fingers.

“Gimme the ID, gotta show that shit some respect eh?” Once he got it, he gave it a look over, an eyebrow came up from behind the sunglasses as he looked over his picture. He looked so sober in it. They really did wonders with photoediting now a days. He started cutting the powder into lines.

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Zee wasn’t even sure it was that funny, but he was laughing, everything was funny right now.

“Fuckin…green little shits. No sense of style, don’t even style their goddamn hair. Even…even you gotta style. Not sure if the hobo-chic look is on purpose…” he was laughing again, it kept trailing off into giggles.

“Ah christ, you better have something good, ol buddy, cause I am havin a helluva day.” he tipped his head back when his lips connected tothe neck of his Jack bottle, and tossed his new Exterminator ID in Kurts lap.

“It’s totally on purpose… all the kids’re doin’ it,” he grinned, lying back on Zee’s couch and digging in his front pockets when the other’s ID dropped onto his lap.

“What’s this–oh, man…” he raised his eyebrows and smirked over at Zee as he examined it, laughing under his breath. “That’s… really somethin’… that mean you can legally kill me now?” he asked, going back to searching in his jeans for what he’d brought over.

Eventually he found it and threw it over to Zee, crossing his arms behind his head and staring at the ceiling when he had. “’S’uh… kinda like coke. You feel the same, you just don’t wanna, y’know…” he shook his hands above his head as though having a seizure. “Rip your fuckin’ face off, y’know?”

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“Bitch I always coulda legally killed ya. Just gunna be less paper work now.” He joked, pawing at himself lazily to find the bag thrown at him without moving his head from its reclined back position.

“Its gunna be shit, man. I’ll get bumped up to a new apartment. T’fuck other than you is gunna bring me shit up there? Even the Dracs think havin a beer with me is a goddamn sett up. Hey, I’m an Exterminator, I totally legit want them drugs bring them here.” He sighed, and held the bag up to his eyes trying to figure out what it was. he decided he didn’t care and opened it with a pocket knife.

“Anythin like Zydrate?”

[mirkokosmos]

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SO worth it

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[silvasboys]

You’re not in the city…

[demolitionlovedher]

>:I

Yeah, ‘cause the city’s dumb. There’s nothing bad about having a conversation, they should know that.

[silvasboys]

Look, he just - //sighs// He’s gotta just be really careful, okay? They’re letting him stay at home instead of going back to Detainment, so he’s gotta do everything just right.

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Whats this shit!? Talkin to Joys!? Im gunna totally go Exxie on yer bro, thats it man.

Haha ahh Im kidding.

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“Exactly, kid. Its normal.” Zee lazily started tossing clothes off the couch, looking at a few of them confused like he hadn’t seen them before, until he found a can of hairspray. The heavy duty stuff.

He tossed it to Donnie without really seeing where it was going, he just assumed it was the boys general direction.

“Try sumthin. Have some freakin fun, look like a psycho once an a while, get drunk. Find somethin white an snort it. The City sucks hobo ass, might as well have fun with the perks. Otherwise what the hells the point? We got enough borin ass white scenery already, ya don’t need t’add to it.” Zee was well past drunk at this point.

“Stop stammerin and drink, loser.” He said with a grin, it was about as close to honestly friendly as Zee got.

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Donnie flinched and barely managed to deflect the can from hitting him square in the face. He let it fall into his lap and grimaced. He didn’t really know what he was supposed to do with it. He’d never really done his hair before. Generally he just wore it as he woke up, sometimes ruffling it a certain way, but never anything more than that. 

“Really…I think I’m fine.” He set the hairspray to the side and picked the bottle up again, taking another long drink. Well, if he got drunk maybe it would go by faster. Or maybe he’d care less about the fact that he just wanted to go home. 

He didn’t know why this superior was so hellbent on preaching illegal dreams to him, but it made him slightly uncomfortable. Was he being set up? Was the man trying to catch him with something that he could use to incriminate him later? He paled suddenly. Maybe he knew about Vico and was trying to get Donnie to admit what he’d done. He looked down, eyes wide. They certainly were on camera. “Ha…thank you. Thank you so much, but I really think I should…go.” He stood, forcing a smile. “But, really, thank you so much…for…your hospitality…and stuff…” 

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“Well hey, lookit that, a new low. Im bein blown off by a Drac. Aint even the blowin off I like.” He sighed loudly. Who was recruiting these people? Where were all the Berts and Vicos? The best they’d turned out went batshit and hit the desert. Raph was colder than a museum piece. Now they were all mice. Or fancy.

“Thats just…bleeding fantastic. The other oneayous a right cunt, but at least the kids got some some lip on him. I bet that one’d be tryin to turn that can’a hairspray into a flamethrower an tryin to kill me. See, I respect that.”

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Donnie stared off for awhile, seemingly entranced by something that couldn’t have been as interesting as he seemed to think it was. “No,” he murmured, shaking his head. “I mean…It’s not like I…I just…” He rubbed the back of his head, trying to put his thoughts into words. Why did it get so hard to talk sometimes? He couldn’t really explain himself, but he didn’t want this supposedly soon-to-be-exxie smearing him to other higher ups. He already had Anders to deal with. 

“I just…listen, okay? Just don’t…it’s really rude to talk about Frank like that. He’s a nice guy and-” This wasn’t even about Frank. He just didn’t want to prove the man right by leaving. He didn’t have it in him to argue though, so he he shut himself up and bit his lip. “…Thanks…like I said, thanks again for your hospitality.” 

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“Therre ya go. For a second there I think the gelatin in yet back took on a spine shape.” He toasted him again. He seemed to use anything as a ‘toast’ excuse. He looked at the 3/4th empty bottle in annoyance, like it should be fuller.

“But nice is a forgettable thing. Rude is remembered. God I gotta call my dealer, these painkillers are shit. Ya want anythin? Bert’l find good shit.,always does. Like a reverse sniffer dog, that one. Sniffs the good shit out then buys it. Got another one but the bitch takes most of it. I’ll be lucky if anything good isn’t in the fucks system already. Lovely guy though.”

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Course Ima drunk, I live in this shit hole.

Poison or Nirvana?

[partywithagascan]

………….. what….? Both sound good to me, unless your talkin’ bout the Party kind, cause fuck him….. what the fuck are you getting at man…?

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No way man, you can only like one. Nirvana killed hair metal. You wanna talk about murders, lets start with those fucks. We had it good till then, man. We had it all. we we’re so beautiful.. Then it was all flannel and Courtney Love.

You wanna blame someone fer this war, ya can trace it all back to them.

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Course Ima drunk, I live in this shit hole.

Poison or Nirvana?

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Ew, god no. Babies are covered in fuckin germs an they puke on themselves. And not in a hilarious drunk way

[partywithagascan]

Awww come one! Why the fuck you evading my questions??? Afraid I won’t like what ya got to say?? Gimmie a fuckin bone here.

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I couldn’t give a shit less about any of this bullshit. City, desert, whatever. Mines got Central Air. World’ll keep spinnin till its flung off all the shit, we’re just along for the ride, babe. Might as well enjoy it

[partywithagascan]

Ohhhhh I see, youre one of them lazy gluttons, just hangin around for the cheese and… what, cold air? Fuuuuck whats the point of even living, surely you dont think that killin’ all the right peoples not gunna make a difference one day…. cause it is…. there is a balance in life, there is a black after the white…. if ya follow, or would you rather suck on a fuckin popsickle and wait to be disposed of? 

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Depends on the flavor. If we’re talkin Grape, no way.

Honestly, don’t really care if it makes a difference.  But hey, where theres cheese, theres wine, an where theres wine, theres me.

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Ew, god no. Babies are covered in fuckin germs an they puke on themselves. And not in a hilarious drunk way

[partywithagascan]

Awww come one! Why the fuck you evading my questions??? Afraid I won’t like what ya got to say?? Gimmie a fuckin bone here.

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I couldn’t give a shit less about any of this bullshit. City, desert, whatever. Mines got Central Air. World’ll keep spinnin till its flung off all the shit, we’re just along for the ride, babe. Might as well enjoy it

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Ew, god no. Babies are covered in fuckin germs an they puke on themselves. And not in a hilarious drunk way

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Actually got myself promoted. Not sure how I did that, I aint any more sober than usual. Im in horrible company

[partywithagascan]

What ya mean? What kind of company? You know that wouldn’t be such a stale problem if you werent in that drone fucked city, it’s much better out from under momma’s boot heel… just sayin.

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Honey, a life without hair product is a fate worse then death. An my skins way too delicate fer that weather. But goddamn if the people here don’t suck. Ya can’t even have a damn drink with any of these people, they’re like fuckin mice

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Actually got myself promoted. Not sure how I did that, I aint any more sober than usual. Im in horrible company

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Oh I am so not havin interns. Thats the first step. Next thing I’ll be shaving my head an wearin fuckin lace.

[call-me-vico]

*snorts* Okay, okay, no interns, no lace. They practically bleach those offices every night, though, so you’ve got your work cut out for you as far as stains go.

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Im extremely good at ruinin things. Its a special skill