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Manhunt 2 (2007)

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Leo Kasper Sketch

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prison time. as vague as it was telling. theft, murder, corruption, robbery, grand theft auto, drug dealing, god knows what else ; there lay a hundred and one different reasons for a man to be imprisoned, and yet almost every one marked the man before him as a peer. of course, there also existed a permeating unease from the unknowing. petty or violent -- ? scarred countenance gives nothing away. the assassin's muscles shift beneath scarred skin, loose, brain mulling silently over its options of attack, were push to come to shove.

" something like that. " blunt nails scratch at the discoloured side of his face. " same shit, different name. asylum for the criminally insane, whatever the fuck that means. it's all just a front to hide the shit they do behind the scenes. " a sound of acknowledgement ; leo knows how psychotic he sounds. ( if he hadn't witnessed it, been through it himself, he would've scoffed and dismissed it as delusion. )

" guess they know how fuckin' crazy it sounds. makes it easy to brush it off. i know i've gotta sound insane, but, hey. i'm not gonna make you believe me. we all know how good the government is, don't we ? "

pushing his luck to speak so unrestrained. another drag, another unsteady glance, this time toward the thick, grey-black clouds coalescing into an oppressive dark blanket, laying dark and suffocating overhead, swallowing what remained of empty blue skies. his lungs ache through the wafts of smoke ; leo still couldn't recall if he even smoked at all. but the pollution that sears through his lungs was at least something. something more than the hollow, aching pulse of emptiness that rotted and festered somewhere deep enough for drugs to ignore. but it was a sufficient mask.

" not from around here, huh ? " he asks as soon as it registers. of course not ; were the man from cottonmouth, something would've tipped him off before now ( and he would've known better than to hunker down in some shithole abandoned building with his guard down. ) and yet, leo almost can't fault him for his ignorance ; not when he brings himself to his feet, hands smothered into the fabric of his pants for all but a moment ( residual bloodstains wiped off onto dark fabric, ) before one is warily outstretched.

" leo. " the word - name - is almost grunted around the cigarette in his mouth. it tastes as rancid as it always has. " now you owe me yours. " he still hasn't let down his guard. he's just fairly certain he could beat this man were things to go south.

Tense as the air was, it was almost a surpise the butane bleeding between the pair did not ignite. Did not send a thousand sparks into motion, enveloping the two of them in a warmth that'd easily drown the chill of the air just outside. No, nothing of the sort came. And it was that, that'd begun to stir curiosity within Cash as he brought his cigarette between his lips. Brought his gaze to match the other's, simply observing the features that greeted him.

Cash's own were tired. That much was clear to the other. They were worn down and rugged, both from circumstance and from simple existence. Darkness settled underneath distant eyes. Skin sunk into itself, though also rose in some places. Scars of the past, still vibrant in the flickering glow of the lighter. Some just above his brow, scratching downward—marks of someone resisting those same, calloused hands that now sat idly.

Idly as their owner, who stepped back and finally allowed his attention to drift. Chasing a fleeting memory. There was something familiar about the man who'd found him, but what? He'd probably been on a poster, but it wasn't like Cash had ever really had the time to stop and look. Even if he did—if he really could recall why those piercing eyes had looked so familiar—it wasn't much significance to him. Still, the question raised was enough to pull him back to things, brow raising as smoke rolled off of scarred lips as an amused sound escaped him.

He didn't look like that kind of guy? Shocker. Most other people thought so; he'd been doing it long enough to not really mind the assumption. It was a curious observation. Enough to goad a little bit out of him.

"Prison time." The bare minimum, but the truth. Sort of. It was a hell of a lot more complicated than that. "You?"

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FUCK you and happy birthday leo kasper

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Game: Manhunt 2

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happy pride everypony this is real to me in my brain

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Leo Kasper Posting

Now the both are here :)

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describe your muse as shittily as possible in the tags.

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collection of art for horror ask

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*leaves 'for a smoke' and comes back speckled with blood*

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⸻ headcanon.

leo doesn't think of himself as human. he sees himself as something primal, animalistic, nothing like the average person. one of the sole times he references himself -- DOGS BARK, BABE. SNAKES CRAWL. LEO KILLS. -- he makes direct comparisons to animals.

it's only further proof of how the project has harmed him. while fundamentally aware that he doesn't want to be this way, repeated conditioning has drilled into him that an animal is all he is ; acting on instinct, without thinking, without feeling, an intrinsic muscle memory playing out over and over for survival.

truly, it's something that causes him a lot of anguish in the brief moments when he allows himself to dwell on it. is killing something he truly enjoys, or something he has been forced to enjoy? is it enjoyment, or survival? or something else -- duty, hate? would forgoing his animal nature bring him peace, or would he find himself again with blood dripping from his hands and pooling beneath his feet whether he chose it or not?

where does leo end and the project's assassin begin?

he thinks, perhaps, the waters have become too muddied to tell. and so, he embraces what he has become, for it's all he knows now. maybe another day he'll be able to think of puppy dogs and football.

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&. 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  an  assortment  of  dialogue  prompts  for  various  crime  /  mafia  /  detective  /  criminal  underworld  scenarios.  trigger  warning  for  dark  themes.  feel  free  to  change  as  you  seem  fit.  )

❛ i always get paid in the end, one way or another. ❜

❛ maybe you just need someone to tell you what to do. ❜

❛ i don’t think you fully understand the situation you’re in. ❜

❛ rule one: don’t get caught. ❜

❛ i do what people pay me to do. ❜

❛ consider this a professional courtesy. ❜

❛ i want us to be friends. i want us to trust each other. ❜

❛ you thought you could just fuck with us, and we wouldn’t fuck with you? ❜

❛ can we just exchange three words without you pulling a gun on me? ❜

❛ the detective’s life isn’t an easy one. but it rarely lacks for excitement. ❜

❛ i don’t have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ tell me, what was life like on the other side? ❜

❛ so, to what do i owe this pleasure? ❜

❛ how many fights have you been in this week? ❜

❛ you want a silencer pistol? sure, if one’s on sale. ❜

❛ go ahead. you might as well finish the job. ❜

❛ can i at least buy you a drink? ❜

❛ you’re gonna get yourself killed if you keep this up. you know that, right? ❜

❛ we’re not all savages here, sweetheart. ❜

❛ the only thing that’s gonna keep you safe in this world is that gun. ❜

❛ i’ll teach you something about punishment. ❜

❛ do we have your allegiance or not? ❜

❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜

❛ you wanted the truth. i’ve given it to you. it’s up to you what you do with it. ❜

❛ you’re playing nurse to a killer, you know. ❜

❛ this your idea of laying low? ❜

❛ looks like you could use a bodyguard. ❜

❛ you look great. like a million bucks of real money. ❜

❛ working together again, it’s just like old times. ❜

❛ drink all you want, but we need to stay focused. ❜

❛ you’re like a cockroach i can’t kill. i mean it in a good way. ❜

❛ you eat, or you get eaten. animals call it survival. humans call it business. ❜

❛ i could teach you how to fight, but i wasn’t equipped to take care of you. ❜

❛ i wanted to hurt them for the way they hurt you. ❜

❛ no one’s worth a bullet between the eyes. ❜

❛ may i have my gun back? ❜

❛ who taught you how to do that? ❜

❛ i’m gonna make you an offer. one time only. ❜

❛ i had it under control. you didn’t need to do that. ❜

❛ you still have to keep up appearances. ❜

❛ the bodies he buried laid the foundation of what we are now. ❜

❛ imagine how quickly you can succeed if you just take what you want. ❜

❛ that wasn’t a punch. if i’d punched you, you’d be on the floor. ❜

❛ the choice to live an ordinary life is no longer an option for me. ❜

❛ i need you to focus on this case. not on me. can you do that? ❜

❛ you’re still an honest person. it’s the rest of the world that’s gone crooked. ❜

❛ all you need to do is exactly what i tell you to do. ❜

❛ i’ve done things i’m not proud of. i’ve hurt people and i’m going to hurt more. ❜

❛ blood money buys the best art. ❜

❛ everyone who ever helped me is dead. i don’t want that to happen to you. ❜

❛ i don’t kill people. not even scumbags like you who deserve it. ❜

❛ you treat all your ladies like this? ❜

❛ you’re not very good at retiring. ❜

❛ remember who the real enemy is. ❜

❛ you’re one of us now. nobody ever tell you that? ❜

❛ i’m the lucky one who pulled you out of the garbage. ❜

❛ if it were up to me, you would’ve been dead a long time ago. ❜

❛ everyone in that room has lived far worse than anything you’ve ever done. ❜

❛ if you’re doing it to help someone, doesn’t that make it okay? ❜

❛ you don’t get to be at the top without making enemies looking to tear you down. ❜

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MUSE AESTHETICS: HORROR EDITION.

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CLASSIC.

black and white. powder puffs. red lipstick. winged eyeliner. white kitten heels. black lace lingerie. icy blue eyes. rain. abandoned cars. skeletons. acid. poison. voyeurism. switchblades. strangling. overcoats. looking over your shoulder. trans-atlantic accents. private detectives. dinner parties. haunted mansions. cobwebs. perfect blonde curls. kitchen knives. shock. cellars. dust. ghosts. dark alleys. empty streets. horn-rimmed glasses. radiation. zombies. serial murder. suspicion. the city. witches. the devil. cannibalism. conspiracies. amulets. abject terror. the American South. the American Northeast. England. analog cameras.

CRYPTID & URBAN LEGEND.

aliens. blinding light. dark woods. driving at night. claw marks. bite marks. men in black. memory loss. dismembered bodies. sewers. flashlights. cell phones. video cameras. cars with tinted windows. unlabeled cassette tapes. bugs. big cities. urban crimes. clowns. something rustling outside your window. glowing light. unsolved mysteries. suburbia. mirrors. the american pacific northwest. the american midwest. hiking. backpacking.

GOTHIC.

gaslights. corsets. ballrooms. candlelight. mist. starless nights. full moons. cobbled streets. horse-drawn carriages. mysterious strangers. bogs. moors. forests. mountains. castles. velvet. silver. brass. gold. jewels. domino masks. the opera. dangerous romances. tragic romances. violins. roses. lilies. empty graves. crosses. cemeteries. snow. ice. the gallows. crows. milk-white skin. ambiguous illness. fangs. pointed nails. something howling in the night. capes. gloves. top hats. straight razors. lightning. pipe organs. underground caverns. bats. mice. rats. ravens. cats. pearls. attics. talismans. axes. wood. isolation in a room full of people. vampires. werewolves. ghosts. coffins. western europe. eastern europe. bones. churches. catacombs. mausoleums. books. stitches.

PARANORMAL.

malevolent spirits. seances. spells. missing bodies. hidden graves. white noise. static. flickering lights. rings of salt. demons. poltergeists. dark histories. old buildings. cold air. wells. urban exploration. a dog barking at unseen things. iconoclasm. black ooze. old photographs. dark bodies of water. crucifixes. priests. possession. exorcisms. dolls.

SLASHER.

bloodbaths. massacres. wanton nudity. newspapers. leather jackets. letterman jackets. converse sneakers. obscured faces. social unrest. bonfires. lakes. babysitters. high school. lockers. dead leaves in the fall. jack-o’-lanterns. passing shadows. outdated television sets. nightmares. psychiatrists. hospitals. unstoppable forces. gunfire. police. landline telephones. improvised weapons. halloween. secrets. revelations. cut wires. character masks. scrunchies. wild curls. jeering children. parties. fire. swearing. revulsion. california. the american midwest. ambulances.

THRILLER.

daylight. fluorescent lighting. morgues. unwavering eye contact. tension. lit rooms. empty rooms. killer in plain sight. a dog digging in the newly-planted flower bed. steely gazes. paperwork. anagrams. codes. convicted killers. missing persons. law enforcement. federal agents. small towns. paranoia. subdued terror. dimly-lit parking lots. a noise in the distance.

Tagged by: i stole it from ME Tagging: YOU .

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~ヾ(＾∇＾)

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▋▎DIXMOR STUDIES, WE ARE CONTINUING WITH SESSION 4-26. NAME, LEO KASPER. TEST CASE 412567.

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ind. LEO KASPER from MANHUNT 2. private and selective, low activity. TRIGGER WARNINGS : violence, blood / gore, medical and psychiatric abuse, government corruption, mental illness, and brainwashing / mind control.

I DON'T GIVE A FUCK IF YOU HATE ME I COULD KILL A MAN BROAD DAY -- DON'T MAKE ME !

¹ carrd. pinned temp.