These are all the fucks I give

Mark. 18. Lima, pav, Don't care to tell you much else.

[winglesshopper-blog]

Journal 2.6.13

It's been a long time. Too long. Arizona was nice. So was California. Dyed my hair black, got brown contacts, gained a few pounds, got a job as a waiter, janitor, stock boy, usher, and dishwasher. Back in Lima. Got a call from a friend in distress. Poor Vinnie, still needs people to fight his battles. Frankly, I'm tired of all this gang bullshit. I'm tired of all the nonsense. I'm tired of the Titans and I'm tired of the whinning. Got myself a gun. I think it's time I put an end to this chapter in my life. Got a job to do, gonna do it right. This one's for you Matt. Artie Abrams is good as dead. When it's over, I'm going back to California. The air is nicer over there and I don't have to worry about wearing other colors.

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Text| Artie Abrams

Mark: Hello.

Artie: Hi? I'm sorry I don't have this number saved. Who is this?

Mark: Artie. I hear you can walk now. Here's the deal. This has now turned into a fair fight. If you want the people you love to be left alone, I need you to meet me at 12 am new years day at the park. Come alone or face the consequences.

Artie: Wait. Who the fuck is this?

Mark: One more question, and I pay your mom a visit.

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Text| Artie Abrams

Mark: Hello.

Artie: Hi? I'm sorry I don't have this number saved. Who is this?

Mark: Artie. I hear you can walk now. Here's the deal. This has now turned into a fair fight. If you want the people you love to be left alone, I need you to meet me at 12 am new years day at the park. Come alone or face the consequences.

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Text| Artie Abrams

Mark: Hello.

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Oocgen

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Private thoughts

The enemy is best when they're weak. Vulnerability is my in. And now I sit and wait.

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Ooc; what how why i’m scared

ooc: you should be...

mwhahahahahha

no, just kidding lol

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Dear Journal

I'm in a holding cell. They let me keep this. mostly because they think I'm crazy. And maybe I am. I keep hearing voices in my head and the walls keep scaring me. I don't even know what I'm doing here or who Artie Abrams is. Why do they think I tried to kill him? I'm scared and confused. 

[crushyoursugarrush-blog]

Stopping by Woods on a Wednesday Evening → Sugark

Tagging → Sugar Motta x Mark Hopper

Time Frame → Wednesday Evening | 11.28.12

Location → Lima, OH Woods

General Notes → But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep. {Warning: Here be violence}

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OOC: hi sorry to do this but who's your face claim. He's very attractive. Thank you.

ooc: lmao no apologies. Michael Pitt. and yes, GORGEOUS! haha

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Bleachers & Treason | Hopperman

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“Oh, you definetly are.” Jake clenched his jaw as he watched Mark light up his cigarette without a care in the world. How could he act normally after everything he did? He had definitely gone mad. ”Yeah, we’re done talking. And from now on, you’re dead to me. I don’t want anything to do you. Ever again.” Jake grabbed his backpack and started to walk before giving Mark one last look over his shoulder. “Hope you’ll rot in jail, you fucking psychopath.”

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Mark sat on the large rock by the bleachers and watched Jake walk away. "Maybe I will, Puckerman, maybe I will." He continued smoking his cigarette and shook his head, laughing madly by himself.

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Bleachers & Treason | Hopperman

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 “Don’t fuck with you? Really? After EVERYTHING you did, I can’t fuck with you?” Jake scoffed, shaking his head before stepping back. At this moment, he didn’t want anything more than to punch Mark’s arrogant face, but he knew better. He had been transferred because he had been caught up in a fight, so he couldn’t do the same here. “You’re fucking insane, Hopper.”

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"It hurts me to see you like this, Jake. Sorry it had to come to this." He placed another cigarette in his mouth and lit it. "Maybe I am insane." He looked towards the school. " are we done?"

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Bleachers & Treason | Hopperman

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“What the fuck is my problem? You. That’s what.” He removed his arm from Mark’s grip, but kept staring at him. “You’re an fucking asshole, you’re arrogant and you’re just plain horrible human being.” Jake scoffed and stared at his former friend. “And honestly? I’m trying my best to not spit in your face right now.” 

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Mark let out a long sigh and fixed Jake's jacket. "Listen. That's cool. Think what you want to think. I'm fine with that. Just don't threaten me, don't fuck with me, Jake. You want to spit in my face? That'll make you feel better? Fine. Do it." Mark stepped up to him, towering him with his height and cocked his head. "GO ahead, Jake, make your day"

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Bleachers & Treason | Hopperman

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Mark rolled his eyes and threw the cigarette on the ground before stepping on it. “Jake, I don’t know what’s gotten into you but if you want to stop selling for me, that’s fine. No harm done. Maybe if you sat here and actually explained to me what’s bothering you, I can probably set things straight.” he grabbed the the merchandise and stuffed it into his messenger bag. “Come on Jake, tell me. What’s going on?”

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Jake passed a hand on his face, scoffing. “I can’t believe you right now, Hopper!” He placed his curled fists in his pockets once again and moved a couple of steps back. “What’s going on? WHAT’S GOING ON? You have the nerve to ask me what’s going on?” He paced a bit, moving from Mark’s space. “I’m trying my best to not punch you in the face right now. I would punch you so hard, even your mom wouldn’t recognize you.”

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Mark licked his lips and grabbed Jake by the arm and sneered. "What the fuck are you talking about Jake? I don't have time for this shit. What is so important thats got you all riled up? Is that a threat? I don't take kindly to threats." He tightened his grip and glared into his brown eyes. "What.the.fuck.is.your.problem?"

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Bleachers & Treason | Hopperman

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“Bad weed? BAD WEED? You’ve got to be kidding me right now.” Jake chuckled dryly and took his back pack, opening it to take a bag of weed Mark had giving him a couple of days ago. “Maybe your little show works with others, but it’s not going to work with me.” He pushed to bag to Mark’s chest, his jaw clenched tightly. “I’m done selling for you.”

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Mark rolled his eyes and threw the cigarette on the ground before stepping on it. "Jake, I don't know what's gotten into you but if you want to stop selling for me, that's fine. No harm done. Maybe if you sat here and actually explained to me what's bothering you, I can probably set things straight." he grabbed the the merchandise and stuffed it into his messenger bag. "Come on Jake, tell me. What's going on?"

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Bleachers & Treason | Hopperman

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 Jake clenched his jaw and saw the snooty look on Mark’s face and felt the urge to not punch him in the face right there. “Look, you’re gonna have to stop with the bullshit.” He shook his head, scoffing, as he placed his curled fists in his pockets. “You have a lot of nerve to come here and act like nothing happened, Hopper. Really.”

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Mark took a drag of his cigarette and held it in between two fingers. "Jake, maybe I'm stupid but I have no idea what you're talking about. Did I give you bad weed? bad clients? What's going on, man?" He kept his cool and took another puff, looking up at the sky and looked over to the young boy again.

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Bleachers & Treason | Hopperman

As soon as the bell rang, Jake grabbed his backpack, filled with all of the stuff that belonged to Mark and walked to the bleachers where he was supposed to meet him. Jake had felt the anger building in his chest for a while now, making him clench his jaw and kicking a few rocks on the ground. That asshole. He zipped his jacket and folded his arms on his chest, waiting for his “supposed” friend to get there. 

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Mark was having an off day. Scratch that, he was having an off week. Between having the cops sit outside his door, Artie Abrams acting like an entititled asshole, and Jake's attitude, Mark was done. He was tired and he felt the way he looked; like shit. He stuffed his hands into his leather jacket, cigarette in mouth, waiting to be lit and approached the bleachers. He squinted his eyes upon seeing the smaller boy and smirked. "You look like you're about to kill those rocks" he gritted his teeth and finally lit the cigarette. "what's up?"