#roseypeached

@roseypeached / raymond kenney ﹥contract title: starter call ﹥contract details: small starters

▸ @roseypeached ( 𝖱𝖠𝖸𝖬𝖮𝖭𝖣 𝖪𝖤𝖭𝖭𝖤𝖸 ) ping'd 𝖱𝖤𝖳𝖱𝟢 ! ! ◂

⬡▸ [ ... ]  𝗔 𝗤𝗨𝗜𝗖𝗞 𝗠𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗤𝗨𝗜𝗘𝗧, not peace ( none of them get peace anymore, after declaring all-out war on blume ), catches him alone in the hackerspace. well. alone with ray, which sometimes almost feels the exact same. so what does marcus do ? he fills the silence. “    so ... your, uh, frewer ⸻ did you ever go back and get it ? outta the desert ?   ”   

TAKE A PEEK INSIDE... [ BIRD EDITION ]

@roseypeached:

11. phone home screen. - a picture of her and her beloved Frank. - the google search widget. - calls, contacts, messages, email, and the browser. 12. frequently used emojis. - ✨, 💛, 🥰, & 😔 13. to do list. - cooking, pet chores, cleaning footprints off her windowsill

@pseudodead:

01. pockets. - her phone, a pocketknife, her very full keyring. 08. wallet. - drivers license, library card, insurance card, & bank card. - around $40 in cash. - multiple unused fast food gift cards. - a picture of her parents when they were young. - a picture of nick.

@hereticsinc:

@roseypeached / JASON ──

bruce confiscated several of his weapons. jason is now laying on birdie's couch, moping about it (it's his own fault).

"Why are you so grumpy?" She knows why he's grumpy, had heard him muttering about it the moment he'd walked into the door window. His pretty, scarred features scrunched up darkly as he'd taken one look at her, and then collapsed into the couch with a huff.

Boys... so dramatic, no matter the age. Birdie can't hide her smile as she crouches beside the couch, one arm curled around her long skirt at her knees, to keep things decent, the other lifting so that she can poke at his cheek. Smooth back his hair from his face. "You can always make more, can't you? Or... buy them?"

@roseypeached / JASON ──

lazy kisses on the sofa while the television runs. kiss & tell.

In the dark of her apartment, a movie plays on the television forgotten. It's an old one, one of those black and white horror classics that Birdie had put on her watch list ages ago and promptly forgotten about. One of those movies with the cheesy acting and dramatic pauses, the accents that made no sense, and the damsels that did not do much else than damsel. Or something.

In all honesty, Birdie couldn't remember the plot. Couldn't remember a single character's name. All of that lost, the moment Jason had dropped onto the couch with her. Forgotten as he'd turned hauntingly glowing eyes towards her and leaned in to greet her with a kiss.

A single kiss that had turned into two, then three kisses. Four and five. Six, seven eight... Countless amounts of them, each of them lazy but affectionate things, exchanged between breaths and murmurings about his day, then hers. His friendly complaints that weren't really complaints, then her noises of understanding.

It's good, soft. A tender moment shared in the middle of the night. Everything she's ever wanted, and perhaps everything they've both ever needed.

@roseypeached / JASON ──

"stop looking at me like that." making demands.

Like what? She wants to ask him, but she knows better - because she knows what she's doing. Knows that the big eyed, adoring look she's fixing with him with is probably setting his nerves alight - not in a bad way, but in a way that was unavoidable, unable to be ignored. Something that he didn't know what to do with, had probably never dealt with before, and couldn't get away from - not at least then and there. Not with her between him and the window, sprawled out on her little nest of pillows and blankets in the corner of her bedroom.

@roseypeached / STARTER FOR DAVID ──

        🢒  𝗧𝗢:  AIDEN PEARCE             ⮡   𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠:  JOSHUA SAUCHAK ( @roseypeached )                  ⮡   𝗦𝗨𝗕𝗝𝗘𝗖𝗧:  LIGHTS OUT.

                    ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻

  “   technically, i think what you did classifies as involuntary manslaughter.   ”

                    ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻

⬡▸ [ ... ] 𝗟𝗔𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗕𝗔𝗕𝗟𝗬 𝗜𝗦𝗡'𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗘𝗦𝗧 𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗣𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗘, but aiden definitely almost does it. as it is, only a minute twitch of the lips is all that escapes, a wicked gleam in his eye that could either be amusement at the earnestness in the young hacker's voice  or  satisfaction at the memory of what he'd done. or both. it could be both, but the kid  (  josh ?  )  doesn't need to know that. for whatever reason, he and his friends see him as some kind of idol or hero; he isn't going to taint that by showing them any different ⸻ for their sake, rather than his own.

he takes a sidelong glance in josh's direction with tired but keen eyes, taking note of posture  (  stiff, matching slight wavering in his voice that could either be nerves caused by his actions or just his proximity alone  )  and the distinct lack of eye contact  (  could also be nerves, but more likely autism  ).  

「  alright, calm and gentle approach, it is. last thing i wanna do is scare the kid; i'd already done enough of that in chicago with nicky and jacks. so there's no need to tell him that no manslaughter committed by me is ever  involuntary, no matter how much i want to. shit, jordi might be rubbing off on me a little more than i thought. maybe i should take his his advice and find ' a guy '.  」

“   maybe, but there's no use dwelling on that now. my time to atone for what i did back in chicago will come eventually. hell, might have been about to happen here, if your friend hadn't stepped in when he did.    ”