Mar 12, 2016
@luckdoubt
❝ do you think you could watch my, um ... dog ?? not today, like. later this week. got a family trip, no dogsitter willing to take the job, that sort of thing. ❞
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@luckdoubt
❝ do you think you could watch my, um ... dog ?? not today, like. later this week. got a family trip, no dogsitter willing to take the job, that sort of thing. ❞
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@luckdoubt | starter call. this one isn’t quite in the dumpster, more beside it & he isn’t as UNCONSCIOUS as the last one either. which is a good thing considering she doesn’t have santino to help her carry this guy upstairs. did she want to do this again? there had been reports flashing across the tvs in the waiting room as she’d been leaving work. a powered conflict of some kind going on in the city, but she’d thought they’d said that had all been contained on the upper east side ----------nothing she’d have to deal with walking home in hell’s kitchen. she’s leaning around the side of the building, biting the shit out of her lip & debating with herself, when she hears a pained groan echo from the ground a few feet away. the WORST CASE scenarios & all the ‘what-if’ thoughts take a back seat to the true nature of her character ( for better or worse she was put on this earth to help people; that much she knew ) & she’s crouching next to him a moment later. there wasn’t a massive amount of blood on the ground which she counted as a good sign.
❛ hey...hey, my name’s claire. i’m a nurse over at metro general. were you a part of that fight that’s all over the news? ❜ she’s watching his chest rise & fall, listening to his breathing for any crackling or gurgling, when she leans over him to try to catch sight of his pupils she gets a small spark of RECOGNITION she can’t place. ❛ does anything feel broken? ❜
[MSG:] We’re making a scrapbook of dick pics, you want in or what?
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( SMS : BARTON ) that’s a stupid question( SMS : BARTON ) is it pics we’ve received or pics we’ve sent?( SMS : BARTON ) and how many are on board with this?
&. @luckdoubt.
❝ psst. pssssssst. ❞ yeah, he’s in a tree at the moment, upside down. he’s been watching him for a little while. perhaps, the guy was on patrol or something? who knew & who cares. he just wanted to make a friend ; was that so much to ask for? ❝ mind if i play with your bow? ❞
❛ ignoring why that's the first thing that comes to mind, i would make an excellent prostitute. also an extremely rich one. gold class, five star hotels, the whole nine yards. ❜
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@luckdoubt
yep. ramón stares down at the puddle of goo at his feet, body vibrating with nervous energy. that was a dude, like, ten seconds ago. okay, yeah, a horse dude, sure, but still dudely in his dudeness and whatnot. and now he’s a fuckin’ jellyfish lookin’ blob. his clothes apparently didn’t get the goo memo-- there’s a hat and pair of jeans still sitting atop the green-y blue stuff. ramón pulls out his phone as he bounces from foot to foot, preparing to deal with the onslaught of anger from sole when she hears about this mess. this is gonna suck, though he supposes it probably sucks slightly less than being a gelatinous mess on the side of a highway.
he’s just about to press the call button when he hears footsteps crunching in the distance. fuck. fuck, how is he supposed to explain this? ‘hi random stranger, i was just cleaning up kelpie remains, no biggie. just keep on wandering, i’ll handle this.’ sounds perfect. still bouncing from foot to foot, he turns to face the person, one hand going behind his back to the gun hiding in his pants. what if it’s a bro of the kelpie? taking down one was enough work, he’s not sure he can take down another.
// @luckdoubt.
back in los angeles, this wouldn’t be a problem. it pays to be the son of someone like apollo creed & living with his wife. money probably quite literally could grow on trees. and it’s not to say he doesn’t have it now, but why spend it on things you don’t really need. sure, he could have a washer & dryer installed in his new place, but when a laundromat was so close, why bother? it’s why he was now stuffing the empty washer with his clothes. nothing too gross, but still. a sock here, a pair of boxers there. typical stuff. he honestly didn’t want to be bothered. he’d start his load, listen to some music, and be on his way. - - but when do people ever get what they want ?