the future is now . . .

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hello all! i’m kate , 20+ , and use any pronouns ! this is an private indie rp blog for s.d. SNAKE plissken, based primarily on ESCAPE FROM NEW YORK and ESCAPE FROM L.A. inspiration is also taken from the comics , novel , and DAMNATION ALLEY .

i have been writing on tumblr since 2014 , but haven’t been on here in a year so it’s good to be back !

i ​will not be writing nsfw content , and snake is canonly ace so shipping is unlikely 

“if  it  makes  you  feel  any  better,  do  you  think  they’d  send  out  someone  in  a  white  tact  suit  to  kill  you?”  rhetorical,  of  course  ———–  if  it  was  him  asking  her  that  same  question,  she  wouldn’t  be  feeling  any  less  on  edge.

                  “as  far  as  i  know,  i’m  here  for  the  third  option. what  fury  wants  with  you,  i  can’t  fully  say.” again,  the  man  likes  his  dramatics. “so  what  do  you  think?”

’   Yes   Yes   I   can   climb   walls   and   swing   from   webs   –   let’s   not   make   a   big   deal   out   of   it   shall   we?   ‘   

Shit. Shit.

Vampi can handle a bullet to her brain, actually. It’s awful, traumatic, and it will take her more than a couple of hours to come back, but she can. The question is, does she want to risk it? If this were the average human guy, she’d be able to break his wrist before he pulls the trigger. But this one? She’s not so confident.

So, she decides to back out. Closes her mouth, and tries to smile as nicely as possible at this very tense moment without just baring teeth.

“Oh, oops. I’m so sorry.” She’s portraying lucidity now, rather than the whole mindless murder look; trying to be downright sheepish. With that – not moving her hands, or doing anything alarming – she cautiously attempts to push herself off of him, minding the gun. “I must’ve gotten you confused with somebody else. Let me just…”

“ no shit. ” she says, leveling him with a heavy stare as she reaches for the bright yellow lighter tucked in the pocket of her ripped jeans. “ but if you think you’re getting out of here you’re crazier than Duke is. ”  she shoves the hair out of her face, striking the top with a calloused ease, lighting her own smoke before offering the end to him, keeping the lighter carefully out of reach. she’s been around the block enough times not to trust a pretty face, even one as clean as the shore’s latest rat is.

“ so what’s your crime? stab the wrong man’s girl? steal the declaration? use too much artificial sweetner? ”  the grin that plays on her lips is too sweet for the junk pile she’s been left to squander in.  “ whatever it is you’re here to stay, baby. good ol’ lady liberty ain’t exactly known for pardons. ”  she breathes a sigh, tapping her free fingers on the top of the burned out Cadillac. “ no, they left her here to burn with the rest of us. ”

         ‘ i keep hearin’ about this DUKE . he top dog around here ? ’         he gratefully uses the other tip to light his before placing it between his lips . pure shit . he coughs on the toxic smoke and blinks back tears burning in his eye .          ‘ can’t be picky ’          he mumbles to himself as he takes another more confident drag .