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missperegcine.

↱  @sixshooting / for reasons.

“ -- You might as well clean up a bit, you smell like manure.  ”

       ‘ when you gonna quit holdin’ me in such disdain now, miss? ’ 

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hellhuntin.

        Her gaze is guarded, her lips tight. Answers are not always cheap and rarely easy.

        “Depends on the kinda questions you wanna ask.”

      ‘ you hear ’bout anythin’ you might consider unusual ’round these parts? people goin’ missin’ and such. things that get folk gossipin’. ’ 

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winning doesn’t mean anything unless someone else loses. which means you’re here to be the loser.

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wardantabris:

LORD HURON & sentence starters

❝  they say love is like ghosts.  ❞   ❝  i know that i’m damned.  ❞   ❝  all the dead seem to know where i am.  ❞ ❝  i’m going away for a long time.  ❞  ❝  die if i must, let my bones turn to dust.  ❞     ❝  they come rising up into the night.  ❞   ❝  all your temples will lie in ruin once i ravage through them.  ❞   ❝  you were mighty.  ❞   ❝  all your rivals would not go near you, but i do not fear you.  ❞   ❝  but i bow no longer.  ❞   ❝  i sleep with one eye open.  ❞   ❝  but i’m not afraid to fight.  ❞   ❝  i can’t trust anyone or anything these days.  ❞   ❝  i’ve decided, even if it kills me i’ll find out what you’re about.  ❞   ❝  you are not the one you say you are. ❞   ❝  show your face.  ❞   ❝  i can’t escape the feel that you’ll meet me in the night.  ❞   ❝  i know what you want, and why.  ❞   ❝  few have seen it, but everybody talks.  ❞   ❝  spirits follow everywhere i go.  ❞   ❝  they sing all day and they haunt me in the night.  ❞ ❝  what ain’t living can never really die.  ❞     ❝  you don’t want me, please don’t lie.  ❞   ❝  if you’re leaving, i gotta know why.  ❞   ❝  do you see no ghosts in me at all?  ❞   ❝  there ain’t language for the things i feel.  ❞   ❝  i don’t feel it ‘til it hurts sometimes.  ❞   ❝  i want ours to be an endless song.  ❞       ❝  darkness brings evil things.  ❞   ❝  you can run, but you cannot escape.  ❞   ❝  i don’t know how to right the wrongs i’ve done.  ❞   ❝  i don’t know how to fight what i can’t see.  ❞   ❝  i’ve got to clear my name.  ❞   ❝  i look into those eyes and see the endless night staring back.  ❞   ❝  i’ve done things that have no name.  ❞    ❝  i’m a goner i guess.  ❞    ❝  now the darkness has a hold on me.  ❞   ❝  the truth is stranger than my own worst dreams.  ❞   ❝  i have seen what the darkness does.  ❞   ❝  say goodbye to who i was.  ❞   ❝  follow me into the endless night.  ❞   ❝  don’t look back; those days are gone.  ❞   ❝  i can bring your fears to light.  ❞   ❝  i am ready to follow you, even though i don’t know where.  ❞   ❝  it feels like i have been away for an era, but nothing has changed.  ❞   ❝  i don’t want to be the only one living when all of my friends are gone.  ❞   ❝  'good for nothing’ is the name they’ll remember me by.  ❞   ❝  i turned my back on the world.  ❞   ❝  i’m just living to die.  ❞ ❝  i’d given up on living until i met you.  ❞ ❝  i feel alive when i’m with you.  ❞      ❝  i wasn’t always like this.  ❞    ❝  years have gone by, but the pain is the same.  ❞   ❝  you’re the purest soul i’ve ever known.  ❞   ❝  death is a wall, but it can’t be the end.  ❞   ❝  i did it all for you.  ❞  

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@thcfairest | call.

     ‘ i wasn’t tryin’ to cause no scene. it just kinda... went ahead and caused itself, if you understand? ’

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@hellhuntin | call.

       ‘ easy, now. i ain’t lookin’ for trouble. all i want’s a couple answers. nothin’ more, nothin’ less. that work for you, or we gonna have ourselves a problem? ’ 

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@thymocosm | call.

        ‘ if this ain’t a mighty fine mess-- ’ he sighs. like it’s been a long day and this isn’t what he wanted to be dealing with. ‘ you do this? ’ 

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if the three people who are currently around want a starter, feel free to like this post !

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YOU WANT SOME ADVICE? quit while you’re still alive, and still have some good years left. leave the huntin’ to the old men that ain’t no good at much else.

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unpredictableavenues.

      “ most people right in the head ain’t gonna believe half the tales we got t’tell. “

       ‘ ain’t so sure i like what that says ’bout us, koni. ’ 

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motherofasgard.

         “It’s alright,” she had tuned most of it out anyways. “But if            you would ever like to play another song, I would be more            than happy to teach you.”

     ‘ you can play? ’ he sounds surprised, which he probably shouldn’t. a moment to consider her offer, and then-- ‘ i think i’d like that. ’ 

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memoryserved.

   “I’m workshopping nicknames. I have to make my affection for you known somehow, evidently.” It’s tongue in cheek, figuratively at first, then literally, for a few smirking seconds. When he’s quiet, they’re quiet, and when he makes something of a confession, they take it as a victory in a gracious kind of way. Lithe competitiveness is glad to have played the truth out of him, but for the most part they’re comforted, and maybe a little sad. A beat of silence passes and if he lets them, Kennedy takes his hand by the wrist for a few paces, slipping down and holding palm to palm before letting go again. It’s a simple reply, their best effort at not making conversation out of something he doesn’t want to talk about: they would prefer it if Bishop were to come back in one piece, too.

he understands the meaning of their action but that doesn’t make it any less odd. people don’t hold his hand, don’t touch him like that. not anymore. not for a long time. he can’t quite decide whether or not it’s welcome, but there’s some sort of pang in his chest and he decides that he doesn’t want to address it. 

         ( he’s starved for affection, won’t admit it to himself. which means he definitely won’t be admitting it to anybody else any time soon either. ) 

he shrugs it all off. 

       ‘ c’mon, then. lead the way, ain’t got a clue where it is i’m goin’. ’ 

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ragcagainst.

                  “Admitting weakness only allows those who take advantage of it an easier route.” She huffed as she decided against moving and then went back to where she had been before, slouched against the wall once more. Her dark eyes laid on her knees, hating the weakness and pain. A fractured rib and, at least, a largely bruised back, though the most likely culprit was a few cracked vertebrate. “Why do you care anyway? It’s not like we’re the best of friends.”

      ‘ god knows why, but i don’t much like seein’ folks sufferin’ when they don’t gotta. ’ she seems determined to, however. there isn’t a bit of him that thinks to simply leave her there after she shows that she can’t get herself moving. ‘ ain’t no shame in needin’ help. i got a horse, i can get you somewhere. to someone you trust. ’ 

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equosettela.

           There was absolutely no way Alice could move the man physically of her own doing and she didn’t need a second glance to tell her so.  Alice wasn’t the madam of the saloon ( never had the ambition to go for it ) and though she knew she had an obligation to make sure money kept coming in, if this was the hand she was dealt, this was what she was going to work with.  If the madam deemed it necessary the ( possibly dead ) man be moved, she could pay off some gentlemen to get it done.

           “Moving tables sounds fair enough to me.”  Alice decreed.  “You didn’t know him at all, did you?”  She asked, gesturing to the man - who she’d be happy to see far away from where anyone would be sitting and trying to enjoy themselves this evening.

his actions answer that question easily enough: bishop pilfers the last half-full bottle of booze on the table and takes a quick swig as he heads to a new one. he’ll be fine ( bishop would do something if there were any real risk, and not just because of his samaritan reflex ) but maybe not so appreciative of his choices whenever he wakes up. 

      ‘ he wanted to celebrate some kinda thing. never seen him before in my life. ’ it was his first bounty or something. bishop had just wanted a drink and they were going free. ‘ doubt he’ll remember me even if i meet him again. --you not recognise him either? seemed the type who might be a regular. ’ 

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@motherofasgard. sc.

       ‘ i’d play another song but-- i’m afraid i only know the one. if i’m gettin’ on your nerves though, i can go ahead and stop. ’ 

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@xlodge. sc.

       ‘ you can stay here if you want, but it ain’t gonna end well for you. come along with me and i can promise you safety, though. ’ 

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@wallofsnakes. sc.

       ‘ now, you stay right there and we ain’t gonna have a problem. i’m gonna have to ask you a couple questions ’fore i consider lowerin’ this here rifle. ’