May 8, 2019
text || addie. đ
manette: are you alright?
manette: you seem a bit... angry.
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text || addie. đ
manette: are you alright?
manette: you seem a bit... angry.
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Scarlett didnât expect a text message to pop through and reading it, she sighed. She knew exactly what the text meant as it wasnât the first time someone came up to her and called her Hadley on campus. She didnât know anything about this Hadley person other than that she was blonde and must have looked like Scarlett. However, she did want to hear it from Addisonâs mouth.
Going to the theatre to find Addison, she took a seat next to her. âHey, can I talk to you?â
⣠@addicaâ âŁ
aliasgarethâ
âMerlin said we were to be  working with each other. You  are agent Gareth?â
âPull anymore and itâll snap your neck.â (From Addison bc he's a weird little bastard)
Kidnap/Torture (ish) Sentence Starters
Jesse held back the cough that was scratching at the back of his throat desperately. He couldnât track Addison as he made his painstakingly slow way around the room, but he spoke to him nonetheless, voice low and cracking worse than the ground in an earthquake.
  âWasnât planning on it, asshole.â
Untrue. He had been; the warning was actually supplied at exactly the right time. If Addison didnât kill him soon though, surely the pain in his neck would.
Oh god, he was almost choking on the blood swirling down his throat though. His head was spinning terribly, vision swimming in the low lighting. He didnât know how much more he could take.
Maybe it would be better to just give in, pass the fuck out.
But the thought of what this guy would do while he was unconscious was like the ice water that kept him alert.
Maybe it was fucked - hell, all of this was fucked - but heâd rather be awake to know what was going on then wake up randomly with injuries that he couldnât remember being inflicted.
Shit, maybe the guy would just put an end to his misery soon anyway. Lord knows heâd waited long enough.
He was ready.