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ICON & WRITING SAMPLE
Dulled thrums of subway cars were lullabies for the restless and lost souls of the city. The way the train shook as it reached max speeds could be mistaken for the rocking motion of cradling arms. It was late, late enough that most of the seats were empty. An occasional drunkard here or there, him, and those two. Sat at the opposite end, pressed together like the world might tear them apart, were Girlfriend and Boyfriend. Their heads bobbed to music shared through wired headphones. Just the sight of that blue haired fuck made his blood boil.
You keep me on the edge of my seat
Cold metal of an Uzi strapped to his side, concealed under a baggy green sweater, offered a constant reminder of why he was out tonight. Pico checked his phone. He needed something to distract from the overwhelming smell of booze emanating from the man across the aisle. His thumb swiped through apps and stopped on the texts-- or lack thereof. ‘No Messages’ stared back. His thumb pulled down on the screen to force a refresh and nothing changed. Right. It was to be expected when you cut ties with everyone.
Attention passengers. We are now arriving at the Philly stop. Stand back as the doors open.
White eyes pulled upwards. Time to go. The car rattled as it slowed, worn breaks letting out a descending whine, before lurching to a stop. Sliding doors gave way to the above ground station with a chime. Pico let the two go first, waited a beat, then stood. The sleeping drunk in the seats across the way had fallen face first into the thin cushions. His vendetta-sharpened gaze softened briefly. The mercenary moved to roll the stranger on his side, just in case.
Ding!
The doors began to close. Pico quickly slipped out, jumping as the snap of the metal doors nipped at his heels. The train pulled away, leaving the three utterly alone. Evening painted everything in veiled hues of purple and black. Only the full moon and lights of those still awake in distant suburban apartments offered any reprieve from the encroaching night.
Pico watched as the young couple walked away, still tethered together by shared earbuds. Boyfriend motioned for his girl to lean down, she did, he whispered something into her ear that made her giggle. He always was a funny guy. The merc’s lips curled in a silent snarl.
I bite my tongue so you don't hear me
Oblivious to the danger behind them, Boyfriend had begun spitting bars in tandem with the fading clack of the departing train.
Thoughts of nights busting up to terrible rap verses raced to the forefront of his mind. Pico could still vividly recall how Boyfriend laughed so hard he snorted, which in turn made him start wheezing. Then, when it got to be so late it felt like not a single being was awake save for them, the two would spill their guts about their dreams.
“I wanna be somebody, Pico. Y’know?”
“Yeah.” He always lied.
“You’ll be with me when I go big, right?”
“Where else would I be?” Another lie. One that always earned him a big smile.
Boyfriend never understood. He didn’t want to share him with the world. It was a fucked up place. He’d first-hand seen the worst humanity had to offer. How could he stand by his side with all those eyes on him? Attempts at protecting him from the harsh reality ended in their break up.
Stupid little memories like that meant nothing anymore. Reminiscing made him sick.
I wanna hate every part of you in me
In one swift motion, the Uzi was pulled from its holster and aimed at the back of the aspiring singer's head. Easiest job he’s ever had. All he had to do was pull the trigger.
Just… pull… the… trigger. Do it.
His index finger trembled. Soon his whole hand shook. He couldn’t do it. His past had him in a chokehold.
I can't hate the ones who made me
Frustration gripped him by the shoulders and twisted its claws into knotted nerves. Pico fired a few shots into the sky. Their fearful gaze was vindication. His tongue traced canines bared in a toothy sneer. Yes. He was the bad guy here. This was the role he was meant to play. It felt easier to slot into such a one-dimensional role.
With a twirl of the gun, he aimed the smoking barrel between those furrowed black eyes.
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⛧𝒞𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓇𝒶;;– ‘ YO! Boyfriend! ‘ Cassandra walked over to him and threw her arm around his shoulder-- Which only lasted like 2 seconds before she moved it and gave him a bright smile. ‘ So, dude, how’s it going? It’s been a long time since I got to talk to you. Music career been getting anywhere finally? ‘
Which was after grad if she could remember correctly... It really has been SO long since the last time she got to talk to him. But, then, she never did actively go out of her way to pester him. Especially not after... That incident with Pico.
‘ Wait, wait! We’re going to lunch, I need an iced tea from this cafe I found the other day so bad! And it’d be nice to have company, I’m buying, what’dya say? ‘
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for fucks sakes, why was he like this? an inferno of rage is destroying his insides and he doesn’t know why. his knuckles are turning white with how tight they are clenched. those white eyes stare down boyfriend. every little thing was enough to set him off. his hair, his eyes, his clothes- god, it was his fault wasn’t it?
pico takes a quick inhale, oxygen adding more flames to his rage. that had to be it. boyfriend sputters for something akin to mercy, his voice working against him and making it all the more difficult for pico to understand. not that pico was going to try. he wants him to hurt. just shut up. that will soothe these flames.
he swings. weight shifting to his right for a strong jab square in boyfriend’s nose. blood sprays onto his fist, on the ground as the other scrambles back like a frightened animal. pico stays quiet, gaze only seeing red.
@beepcity said: “Whose. Blood. Is that?” ( at pico )
Assorted Injury Starters ( Accepting )
♔𝒫𝒾𝒸ℴ;;– Pico looked to the side, seeing that a certain blue haired male caught sight of the green shirt and vest that he was getting ready to throw in the wash a million times to get rid of the stains-- Or bleach it to hell and back. He hated when Boyfriend ended up seeing this shit. He always tried to hard to hide it. The fact that this was a nightclub job that got interrupted by mercenary work out of nowhere was already frustrating enough--
And not that he meant to, he walked over and snatched the items from boyfriend’s quickly, almost roughly. ‘ Why does it fucking matter? ‘ The tone was unintentionally cold-- The sounds of the washing machine opening and closing being the only sound that filled the apartment after that. He knew that was the answer that would cause a little more panic-- Considering he did eventually have to come clean about being not only a DJ but also a mercenary for hire who can take jobs at the drop of a hat.
That’s what scared him the most-- The fact that the way he answered was so blatantly obvious. After starting the machine, he took in a deep breath and turned around to face boyfriend. ‘ Job got a little crazy tonight, that’s all. And, before you ask, no, no one ended up worse than cuts and bruises. That wasn’t the task. ‘
🍨𝒜𝒹𝒹𝒾ℯ;;– ‘ Did you think I wouldn’t? ‘ She wore a concerned look as she sat next to him. There was a very thin but still noticeable air of tension in their silence. Her heart twisted as she brought her knees to her chest. She felt bad. All this, and for what?
‘ Look, I’m not... I’m not going to outright abandon you. Please, don’t think that I would. ‘
