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buzzbarton:

Buzz took his insult with a pinch of sugar instead of salt, snorting at it before letting it go. A rare move for him, but he had caught him on one of his better moods. 

(Not in part thanks to the substance he had just taken.) 

“Let ‘em fuckin’ try!” Buzz announced, arms out by his side as if daring the universe to spit out a worthy opponent for him. Now that would really getting him jolly. 

Those same arms lowered at his question, one remaining that reached out between them and fashioned his hand like a gun, his index finger lining up with the path of Gerard’s forehead as he aimed with his good eye. 

“You know. The strap.” 

He imitated pulling a trigger, his tongue clicking against his mouth for audible effect. 

“Bang.” 

“And I’m sure they will. Usually a bombing doesn’t start and stop at just one.” Gerard mused. He wondered if this was the kind of guy who was so battle hungry that it made him stupid. Seemed like it.

“Ah, right. Of course. That strap.” He cocked a brow to the imitation gun, not sure if he was supposed to be intimitated or something. “So how long do you plan on wearing that for?”

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fvcksloane:

‘  well, that’s comforting,  ’  she huffs, finding that her search for guidance may have to become an internal journey  –  their world felt completely up in the air, and she continues to feel increasingly helpless in the streets they once commanded.  ‘  don’t be a tease, some of us prefer that kind of fun,  ’  she jests, holding up her wrists to reveal a fading red outline from where handcuffs that made for a particularly pleasant evening.  ‘  just saying.  ’  the sprightly brunette offers a casual hello to the bartender and orders up a round of tequila shots, politely gifted on the house.  ‘  i used to perform here before the gang took me in. surprisingly good scene, if you’re willing to ignore the guy with no teeth that enjoys hitting on everyone.  ’  when the shots arrive, she clinks her glass to gerard’s and tosses him a wink.  ‘  bottoms up.  ’

“You want comforting? Go to anyone else. You know that not something I’m good for.” Gerard chuckled and shook his head. Comfort was never his strong suit, always more suited to realism-- no matter how brutal or dark it might be. He glanced down to her wrists, though did a double take at the red marks, at first thinking them to be handprints when he realized that they were handcuff marks. “Jesus, Sloane. Didn’t need to see that.” He wrinkled his nose slightly, not wanting to think of his friend in a compromising position. It wasn’t that he didn’t find her attractive- he just felt far, far too old for her. “Yeah? Nice. Well, if he’s still there I’ll pop his dentures out if he tries anything. Can’t hit on anyone when you can’t talk.” He smirked before nodding to her little toast. “To drinking the problems away.” He tilted his head back and drained the shotglass of alcohol, going down far from smooth, but that wasn’t what he was looking for. “Another of the same.” He cleared his throat, addressing the bartender.

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cfwartorn:

mariko — lost in the thought process of her FUTURE with the organization settled two hands back on the counter she was using as her perch, nodded absently to the other’s words. there wasn’t much to say —– in this case, anyway.  ❛  perhaps ❜ she opted to agree with him instead,  ❛   whoever tried to kill us though, what i would do to them if i had the chance.❜ she wasn’t there, however, but that didn’t change the fact that it HAPPENED. instead of clarifying, however, she yanked the blade from the board and handed it, hilt towards him before waving towards the board,  ❛  by all means. ❜

“I think that goes for most of us.” Gerard mused before pausing. “Most of us who’re loyal to the gang, anyway. Guess that’s a big question now too-- who’s got each other’s back and who’s willing to kill everyone else.” He nodded. Normally, or at least since he had come to the United States, he wasn’t a big ‘vengeance’ kind of guy. If it was in the heat of the moment- sure, whatever. But it had been a long, long time since he had plotted or thought out any violence against someone who did him or a friend wrong. He muttered his thanks when she gave him the knife, and closed an eye to help him aim. “Who’d you think’s behind it anyway, got ideas?”

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fvcksloane:

‘  do you think we all should have a story set together  ?  ’  sloane’s relationship with the old boss never strayed behind respect and flirtatiousness  (  granted, that’s her approach to just about everyone  )  but at least there was a sense of guidance  ;   someone to keep them in check.  and sure, maybe she’s just submissive by nature, but she keeps waiting for someone, anyone, to step up and give a sense of direction.  ‘  hm, you can chuck a glass at the wall if it’ll make you feel better. or you can just break me.  ’  she pokes out her tongue before guiding him along, tugging gerard towards the nearest and cheapest joint.

“Yeah, definitely. I’d actually be surprised if our 2nd in command didn’t call a meeting or something soon. Where the fuck is he, anyways? Haven’t heard or seen anything from him in... seems like weeks.” Gerard mused and furrowed his brow. He honestly didn’t know Caito that well, despite his decent amount of time in the gang. It was just generally well known that Gerard kept to himself, and the former boss respected that. “Ha, very funny. I would break you.” He smirked for a moment. “Glass is more satisfying, anyway. You get to hear it crunch and rend.” He wrinkled his nose in response to her poking tongue, and allowed her to drag him into the nearest bar. “Since you’re paying, I’ll let you decide the first shots.”

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fvcksloane:

‘  oh, it can’t be too long now  —  first they have to convince the locals that they’re actually here to help and solve whatever fucked up mystery they’ve concocted,  ’  sloane exhales, tension rising her shoulders as her steps quicken, needing to get away from their surveillance and find the nearest bar.  ‘  ever since my dad fucked things up back in the day, i’ve discovered that cheap liquor also does the trick.  the first round is on me, if you’re in  ?  ’

“Yeah, that sounds about right. Then they’ll ask a bunch of sketchy shit that they insist relates to their cause, but it’s actually just to build up a hugefuck file against us.” Gerard snorted and shook his head, keeping pace with her easily. “I prefer breaking shit personally, but that works too. Drinking draws less attention than that anyway.” He smirked and gave a small nod.

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fvcksloane:

she just needs some AIR  –  actually, she needs a shot of whiskey and a time machine before all this mayhem went down, but a walk through changed streets will have to do. their gang no longer felt like their own now, susceptible to national scrutiny … and that never felt more evident than when a black suv with a very authoritative vibe drives by, slowing down just enough to jolt sloane’s nerves. leaning close to the figure walking beside her, she whispers, ‘  god, are they just gonna be everywhere now ?  ’

“Unfortunately.” Gerard growled and openly eyed the suv, letting a sneer curl onto his upper lip. He hated their current situation just as much as everyone else-- if not even more than. Because twice, now, a government had intervened with a place he was trying to call home. But at least this time, it was a much less violent situation. At least on the FBI’s part, so far. “Feel like I’m under a fucking microscope. I hate it. Wonder how long it’ll be before they come knocking on our doors.”

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buzzbarton:

“It’s called warpaint.” Buzz explained with such a confidence it was almost easy to believe that he didn’t look completely absurd. Two angry red stripes drawn on his face in blood red lipstick and an eyepatch to boot, he was quite the sight for sore eyes. Or sore eye, singular, in his case. 

His evening had consisted of vodka and coke – the beverage – and girl who’s name he can’t remember and coke off her body – his favourite combo – which accounted for his dishevelled appearance and the fact he was more wired than usual. 

“If them motherfuckers try anything again you better believe I’ll be fucking ready this time. Got the strap!!” 

“It’s called you look ridiculous.” Gerard rolled his eyes and bit his tongue, trying his hardest to not call the man more... insensitive names. “Besides, you’re doing it all wrong. War paint’s supposed to help you blend into your surroundings, not make you stand out like a big red target.” He growled and shook his head.

After all, Gerard knew from seeing what war paint looked like in real life, back in Guatemala as a child. He remembered the soldiers with dark green and black dappled faces, who tried to camoflauge with the jungle around them.

“The... strap?”

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intvrludes:

“  i  have  kids  …  “  the  woman  began  ,  knocking  on  the  wood  of  the  table  —  holding  back  tears  as  a  pinching  sensation  hit  her  wound  .  the  blast  still  gave  her  nightmares  &  she  could  still  hear  the  ringing  in  the  back  of  her  head  .  here  she  went  …  being  all  …  EMO  .  “  i  should  have  died  …  “  she  began  ,  her  brows  furrowing  slightly  .  “  none  of  those  people  should  have  died  …  “  (  cue  some  true  survivors  guilt  )  .  “  i  mean  i  know  i  have  kids  ,  but  …  that  blast  could  have  left  them  without  a  mom  .  is  this  G  O  D  ??  “ 

location :  probably  a  bar  ,  maybe  even  her  house  ion  kno  .  muse :  chanel  dean  .

“No, you shouldn’t have died. No one should have, it shouldn’t have happened in the first place.” Gerard shook his head and sighed. “I get that you feel guilty, but-- Christ, be glad that you’re alive, if not for yourself then for your kids, at least. You were fortunate enough to be further away, that’s probably what saved you. Most of the ones who died were just... right where it happened. It’s just sheer happenstance that everything went down the way it did. Alright?” He gave her a small pat on the shoulder. “If that’s what you wanna believe, sure.”

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cfwartorn:

cold HONEY SOAKED eyes search the crowd, every movement studied, every word absorbed. she plays with knife in hand, listening to the off beat banter of the ones that weren’t even THERE that night ( much like herself ) and let out a dry laugh,  ❛  and now look — ❜ the expression states as plain as the day outside,  ❛ everyone is scrambling, nobody knows who to TRUST, they’re still hurting us and we’re fools to keep letting them   ❜ the knife zips through the air, burying itself CENTER DOT on the dart board across the room and she stands, languid pace to pull it back out before speaking up again,  ❛  that was a dirty bomb except the poison wasn’t uranium, it was d i s t r u s t ❜ 

“You’re being dramatic.” Gerard grunted, watching the throwing knife she toyed with in her hand. “Not that you’re wrong, but there’re more simpler ways of putting it.” He added on before taking a sip of his beer. “Such as, but not limited to; shit’s fucked, everyone’s distrustful, and who tried to kill us.” He ran a hand over his buzzed head, feeling the brand new sutures embedded at the side of his temple. It would probably scar over, add a physical reminder of what happened that day. His eyes followed the knife when she threw it cleanly, landing right in the middle of the dart board. “Now are you gonna stop hogging the throwing knives, or what?”

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update: when i come back tmrw it may or may not be with an fbi agent muse,,,,,,,,,,,,

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so i might’ve creatively exhausted myself yesterday btwn the rp and personal projects l m a o so im taking today off to recharge my brain! i’ll be posting n replying to stuff tomorrow tho xx

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lovinglukas:

Lukas watched from inside of his apartment window as black cars with tinted glass and boxy vans with FBI written on the sides rolled by, slowed by the rain that had pummeled in a few hours ago. One of his cats silently jumped up onto the windowsill, blinking dark green eyes at him before turning to the window. He stroked it once, watching her rich brown fur ripple underneath his touch.

“What are you looking at?” A voice made him jump slightly, only to relax at realizing that his father was up– and knew who he was, today. A bittersweet pang hit Lukas in the chest as he offered him a small smile.

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Get Me

There were very, very few people Gerard would willingly wake up for– but Bambi was one of them. He’d gotten an SOS that woke him up late in the night, and was going to turn his back on it- until he saw who it was from. He got up immediately, only throwing on the necessicites to go get her. He found her as he had feared; near a dark alley, ominous figures looming over her, threatening her. He didn’t hesitate in the slightest to pull over and shoulder through the men, beating them if he had to, before securing her in his arms and escorting her into the car. She stayed over that night, in his bed while he took the couch.

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aight yall, be real. which one of us is gonna apply for fbi first

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"Drink me."

Gerard liked to drink with Brennan-- they usually kept a similar pace, and conversation was easy and without pressure. Not that these things didn’t happen when they were sober- but sometimes people changed when they were drunk, and he was just glad that the boy wasn’t like that. “So as I was saying,” He slurred, kicking his feet up. “I’m like, fucking eighteen when this shit is happening. I hate these guys in the gang I’m in at the time, but I’ve got this big fuckall idea in my head that I’m gonna expose them for the murdering, government-supporting shits that they were. Didn’t work, obviously. But while I was with them, I took a bullet for the bastards. Didn’t really have a choice, granted, but still. Only bullet I’ve taken so far.” He grunted and rolled one of his sleeves up above his shoulder, revealing a lighter, rounded patch of scarred skin.