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Remi Kinkade | Twenty-Six | Sister Remi's Secrets Killed an undercover Cop who was also her ex boyfriend - suffers from Bipolar

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scxtthastings:

They hadn’t, but she might as well have said it. “— I’m not fucking doing this.” He stated through grit teeth, shaking his head out of annoyance more than anything. Of course they’d end up here, this was where they always ended up. One way or another. It was never a spark, it was a full blown forest fire, but despite it all he’d never think to try and put it out for good; couldn’t smother the smouldering ashes to stop them bursting to flame again. “Remi fucking..— stop.” His hand wrapped around her arm and pulled her back as gently as he could even while she shoved another out of her way. Hurricane Remi, it had never been more fitting. “You’ve gotta’ fucking stop.”

               “How can I just stop when someone’s got her? What if it was Bonnie or Logan, would you stop? Because that’s who she is to me, she’s my sister and I can’t fucking sit around swapping secrets and singing Kumbaya!” it all became too much for the youngest Kinkade before she fell against the nearest wall, her hands running through her blonde locks as tears began streaming down her face. Remi wasn’t a crier, she’d always claimed that she couldn’t cry and it was for pussies and babies; but in this moment they ran down her cheeks nonetheless and in front of the one person who’d seen her do it on more than one occasion. “What do I do??”

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tatelxpez:

“Oh come on, a little pillow talk never hurt anyone. Did you lose movement in your legs or something? Or are we just feeling particularly lonely tonight, Remi? This is probably the most thrilling conversation you’ve had in weeks, don’t try lie to me. — Red head, two o’clock.”

               “Alright fine, a secret for a secret ---- I’ve always wanted to push someone in front of a train, watch their brains go everywhere. Lonely and bored are two very different things, Tatey. Red would look good on you, and she’s being eyeing you for the past twenty minutes”

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scxtthastings:

It took him a little off guard, Remi turning back to him with a rough shove to his chest, almost immediately his hands raised in a silent surrender despite the incredulous look he cast down at her. “Oh so it’s my fault you have no idea where she is?” It was likely a question they both could have done without voicing, especially at a time like this. It was unbelievable how riled up she could make him in no more than a few simple words. She was trying to make him jealous? As if she hadn’t already held the entirety of his attention anyway. “And how are you planning to do that? Nobody can get out.”

               “Did I say that? Did those exact words come out of my mouth, Scott?” fighting over nothing was the basis of their relationship, even now when the two couldn’t have been more further apart despite standing mere inches from one another. Remi would always take her anger out on him knowing full well in a few hours she would be back in his arms as if nothing had happened; it was hard to shake old habits no matter how long it had been. “I don’t know, okay? But if I stand here I’m going to kill someone and I’m in no mood to get blood on this dress --” she didn’t expect him to follow when she turned on her heel and headed toward anywhere that had a door. He was right, they couldn’t get out; mice running around waiting for the traps while Cait was suffering - or worse. “Move” she yelled before shoving someone out of her way.

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               “Have you seen Wolf?” the blonde barreled up to her fellow Crow while the people around them began to fight among themselves over who should be the one to spill their deepest darkest secrets. “I take it you have your gun? I’m gonna find her, Vince; and I don’t think I can do it alone --” @vincepetrcv

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tatelxpez:

“My definition of fun never complies with anyone else’s, and I don’t do alcohol. — So what do you fantasize about?” He didn’t care where conversation turned, not really, he was as lax about conversation than most, though he was sure that stemmed from a reputation that developed from him drawing lines in the sand over what others said to him. He knew Remi wasn’t so stupid as to piss him off – not yet. “Sorry, Sweetcheeks. I’m not about to be your arm candy while Hastings glares at me from the other side of the room, I’m all for getting fucked, but not that kind of fucked.”

               “Oh like I’m going to tell you my secrets, sweetcheeks. And all I meant was you take me to the bar and we get a drink and continue our oh so thrilling conversations, Tate; no need to jump the bloody gun ---- so, whose your pick of the litter for tonight? She me winners”

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               “ -- why is everyone standing around with their fingers up their fucking asses?” it wasn’t long before she found her sister, arm looping with hers before Remi proceeded to pull her away from the young girl who was screaming the bloody place down. “If she dies, Sam --- you okay?” @sxkinkade

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devlinclxry:

“Never heard that kink before, but it suits you.” One glance at her text messages and immediately something tightened to a near painful degree in his gut— people usually called that instinct. “When did you get this, Remi?”

           “Why thank you --- I don’t know, the other day? Does it really matter, Devy; you wanna know what color my underwear was that day too? 

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dcrekx:

               “Guess my goal in life has been succeeded.”

               “That’s a pretty stupid goal --” her wine glass met her lips, legs folding over the other as she got comfortable for the time being. “So, what’re you thankful for?”

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scxtthastings:

It didn’t take long – it never did. He could pick her in a crowd of thousands. and as the lights came on she seemed even more noticeable, then again that may have simply been because he knew where she was since she’d walked in; without her best friend. “Remi..” He asked, hesitantly reaching out to grab her shoulder. “— Hey.. come on.. look at me.” He could shake her, he wanted to, but instead he opted to simply duck and garner her attention as she gazed off towards the now blank screen. “Remi ..– Rem, where did you see Cait last? Do you remember?” @x–remi

               The lights came on and within seconds her eyes fixed on him; without even uttering a word her legs slowly moved her toward him where she felt as if she could collapse in his arms; worry and something along the lines of heartbreak for her best friend was clearly written all over her features. She scanned him quickly, making sure he was okay - damn him for making her care - but her bright blue eyes fell back onto the screen where Cait had been only moments ago. Fear and worry turned into anger as fists began to curl while the rest of her body began to shake. “No” she spun around, Scott’s words finally reaching her ears among the chaos around them “I don’t remember because I was too busy trying to make you” in that moment she pushed him slightly despite none of this being his fault. Truth be told she didn’t want to be standing beside anyone else in this very moment. “Jealous -- I’m not standing around waiting for the second part of this act, I’m going to find her”

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               “You look like shit --”

      @dcrekx

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tatelxpez:

“Thanksgiving is about as much fun as getting a zipper caught on my balls. — Twenty bucks to watch? You could join for free you know? Grandma probably has enough experience to put us both to shame.” 

                   “Drink a little more and the fun will come to you ---- watch her flirt with you. Everyone’s got their fantasies Tate, but watching old granny's fuck isn’t one of mine” perfectly manicured fingers pulled out a seat beside him before she slid into it, her long leg draping over the other as she twisted her body to face him. “You’re now my date for the night, no exceptions”

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devlinclxry:

“Here I am offering a selfless charity to remove your little pest problem and you want to objectify me. That’s just plain insulting.”

                “Giving thanks makes me horny --” a giggle erupted in her throat before she shoved her phone in Devlin’s face forcing him to read the message. “Something tells me a dick pic isn’t going to stop this freak, but I’ll keep your cock In mind for another time”

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tatelxpez:

“Twenty bucks says by the end of the night Mrs Schiller murders Mr Schiller for relentlessly cracking on with any woman in sight. In the cafeteria with a soup ladle.”

                   “You must be having so much fun, Tate -- why don’t we see if we can get the old bag to try it on with you? I’d pay more than twenty bucks to see that”

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devlinclxry:

“Was the dick pic really that bad?” He stood leaning against the cold brick siding of her family’s pub, arms crossed against a normal —for once, inexpensive— jacket as he watched Remi’s behavior erupt from mild annoyance to something bordering frantic. “We can send mine back and make him feel like a dumbass if you want.”

               “If your dick is making an appearance in my show than making him feel like a dumbass is the last thing I want”

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vincepetrcv:

“—Did I not just tell you that messing with dick pics is the worst fuckin’ idea?” Not that Vince had any inclination that his own mystery texter was also the one currently haunting Remi’s phone as well. “Once again, never gonna volunteer for the retribution shot.”

                 “Since when did I start listening to you, Vinnie baby? Calm your tits, it’s not a penis; someones just fucking with me so naturally -- I’ll have to kill them. Enjoying being thankful?”