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hmmm. that's a big ask.
but i won't, for you. what do i get?
but i won't, for you. what do i get?
no. i want to hear what you need first, then i'll decide what i want.
[ok freak.]
[ok freak.]
queen??? what the fuck happened to you?
just send me your location i'll get what i want later.
just send me your location i'll get what i want later.
we don't have to talk about that thanks
[ He gets a notification shortly after. Location: an abandoned house in the middle of some farmlands, for some reason. There's a wrecked car on the nearest road marking the spot, picture completed by weird scratches on asphalt and a few red stains. Aren't we all glad Raíz doesn't have a budget? ]
[ He gets a notification shortly after. Location: an abandoned house in the middle of some farmlands, for some reason. There's a wrecked car on the nearest road marking the spot, picture completed by weird scratches on asphalt and a few red stains. Aren't we all glad Raíz doesn't have a budget? ]
you said you wanted me to keep this between us, right?
[that's not ominous at all!]
shiiit cece, you're out there. 1 hour. ish.
[ish is more like it, even speeding through shortcuts and over cornfields keeps him at an hour-fifteen, minimum. he brought first aid, the kind of first aid that comes with the job. heavy duty bandages and a suturing kit, but there's an extra (possibly unnecessary) addition in his trunk: a live body. he drowns out the screams with music.
the roaring of his car's engine signals his arrival. he leaves the car running, car door slamming shut and heavy footfalls as he rushes to the door. he's only quiet when he wants to be.]
Cellar? [everything is dusty, something smells. floorboards creak beneath his shoes. floorboards. looking down, he follows the smears of blood. danger isn't really on the forefront of his mind right now, waved away once he finds her on the ground. he crouches down, elbows on his knees, head tilting.] What's the worst of it?
[that's not ominous at all!]
shiiit cece, you're out there. 1 hour. ish.
[ish is more like it, even speeding through shortcuts and over cornfields keeps him at an hour-fifteen, minimum. he brought first aid, the kind of first aid that comes with the job. heavy duty bandages and a suturing kit, but there's an extra (possibly unnecessary) addition in his trunk: a live body. he drowns out the screams with music.
the roaring of his car's engine signals his arrival. he leaves the car running, car door slamming shut and heavy footfalls as he rushes to the door. he's only quiet when he wants to be.]
Cellar? [everything is dusty, something smells. floorboards creak beneath his shoes. floorboards. looking down, he follows the smears of blood. danger isn't really on the forefront of his mind right now, waved away once he finds her on the ground. he crouches down, elbows on his knees, head tilting.] What's the worst of it?
bullshit
just give it back and i'll let it go
promise :)
just give it back and i'll let it go
promise :)
thx
[ The phone is dropped carelessly on her lap, head resting against the wall with a deep sigh. Cellar's exhausted, but the pain is too loud to let her consciousness fade for anything resembling a nap. He'll find her sweating, splattered with someone else's blood more than her own and annoyed about it. The scrapes and bruises are unnoteworthy; she's only used her shadows to keep a broken tibia straight and make sure it stays that way. It's just until someone comes along to fix the fuck-up, really. Something that would have already been taken care of if Queen wasn't feeling lazy.
She puffs hair sticking to her nose. ]
Just the leg.
[ The phone is dropped carelessly on her lap, head resting against the wall with a deep sigh. Cellar's exhausted, but the pain is too loud to let her consciousness fade for anything resembling a nap. He'll find her sweating, splattered with someone else's blood more than her own and annoyed about it. The scrapes and bruises are unnoteworthy; she's only used her shadows to keep a broken tibia straight and make sure it stays that way. It's just until someone comes along to fix the fuck-up, really. Something that would have already been taken care of if Queen wasn't feeling lazy.
She puffs hair sticking to her nose. ]
Just the leg.
whatEver lOser
get me a pack of cigs and i'll give it back
whats so special about this anyway.
get me a pack of cigs and i'll give it back
whats so special about this anyway.
The leg? [he's adoring, really - even when he runs his hand along her injured leg, stopping at her calf and gripping. he only wants to elicit a tiny bit more pain with a smile. nothing too bad, he's felt worse under his palm. he hums,] Ouch. C'mon, I brought something for you. Didn't think you'd wanna wait the whole drive back.
[appreciate all that he does for her. up and at 'em! he's done this too many times. he scoops his arms beneath her and with a grunt, lifts her up to be held against him and carries her back out toward his car, gets her situated on the hood and very unceremoniously drags a screaming, tied-up man out from the trunk. he drops him down with a thud, looking like a cat who's brought their owner a present.]
Nice, right? Or, [crushing his face with the bottom of his shoe to shut him up-] do you want me to wrap your leg up instead?
[appreciate all that he does for her. up and at 'em! he's done this too many times. he scoops his arms beneath her and with a grunt, lifts her up to be held against him and carries her back out toward his car, gets her situated on the hood and very unceremoniously drags a screaming, tied-up man out from the trunk. he drops him down with a thud, looking like a cat who's brought their owner a present.]
Nice, right? Or, [crushing his face with the bottom of his shoe to shut him up-] do you want me to wrap your leg up instead?
i'm not paying you for my own shit stay out of my room
open it i hope it explodes in your face
open it i hope it explodes in your face
lol
eat dirt, etc. or you know, i'll just give it to someone else. then you'll never get it back.
eat dirt, etc. or you know, i'll just give it to someone else. then you'll never get it back.
jesus christ why do you even smoke it doesn't look cool you know
is it cause you want the new ones to fuck you
do you think it makes you look hot
is it cause you want the new ones to fuck you
do you think it makes you look hot
i'm always hot ♥
smoking adds a jenese quois or however the fuck you spell it.
what are you jealous that they fall in love with me and not you?
smoking adds a jenese quois or however the fuck you spell it.
what are you jealous that they fall in love with me and not you?
hahahhahaha that's actually so embarrassing that you think theyre in love w you
give my shit back or im telling everyone you fucked that corpse we brought back last week
i'm sure thatll make them swoon!
give my shit back or im telling everyone you fucked that corpse we brought back last week
i'm sure thatll make them swoon!
hahaha what?
it's some new saying kids keep throwing around. a new way to say charisma.
it's some new saying kids keep throwing around. a new way to say charisma.
if you do that i'll kill that little piece of shit friend you made.
Ah, [ Barely a flinch, Cellar grimaces with a little more drama than the touch really deserves. Whatever, she's allowed.
She's got her arms around his neck like they've done this more times than she cares to count; certainly enough times for him to know exactly how to pick her up, how much strength is needed for her weight, how her body … fits. Cellar makes a little noise on the way, grunting as she adjusts her position on the hood of the car. She guessed Saber would have something like that ready for her, regardless of how bad her injuries actually were, and. Well. Does she care that she was right? Once upon a time she might have.
She cares more about not letting Saber get too much out of her. This already has a price, even without stroking his ego.
Puffing her hair off her face again, hands heavy on the car, ]
Mm. [ That's what we call a non-answer. Let her stall a bit to feel better about herself, jeez. ] Who is he?
She's got her arms around his neck like they've done this more times than she cares to count; certainly enough times for him to know exactly how to pick her up, how much strength is needed for her weight, how her body … fits. Cellar makes a little noise on the way, grunting as she adjusts her position on the hood of the car. She guessed Saber would have something like that ready for her, regardless of how bad her injuries actually were, and. Well. Does she care that she was right? Once upon a time she might have.
She cares more about not letting Saber get too much out of her. This already has a price, even without stroking his ego.
Puffing her hair off her face again, hands heavy on the car, ]
Mm. [ That's what we call a non-answer. Let her stall a bit to feel better about herself, jeez. ] Who is he?
that's gross and you definitely don't want that.
why were you talking to a 14 year old???
why were you talking to a 14 year old???
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