vodkahitman

[vodkahitman]

*bends down and nudges him with a gloved hand* Wake up, will you? It's cold out here. For you, anyway..

*wait isn’t that the guy who’s hitman for the gang tim loathes* Uhm, hello? You are alive, right?

[vodkahitman]

*wait isn't that the guy who's hitman for the gang tim loathes* Uhm, hello? You are alive, right?

[aaand he passed out right outside the bar]

[vodkahitman]

Merry almost christmas?

[vodkahitman]

*He's trailing after a fully-grown duck outside, is it even legal for him to follow around a duck*

*How is it that no one caught him stealing a duck from a park a month ago*

[vodkahitman]

You really aren't doing much of a good job to convince me that you know your way around, you know? 

I can wait until it ends! 

…I really do know my way around. But if you insist.  You’ll have to wait until my shift is over, though.

[vodkahitman]

I could show you around when you're finished resting?

Are you sure about that? You don’t look so sure.

[vodkahitman]

Are you sure about that? You don't look so sure.

Are you sure about that, you look lost.

[vodkahitman]

Are you sure about that, you look lost.

…I’m on patrol, not lost.

[vodkahitman]

✝ sad memory

My muse has left their old, brown leather book somewhere by accident. It looks like it's seen years of wear and tear, and upon opening it you muse discovers that it's full of wishes that never came true and times in their life when they were hurt/alone/sad. Send me a "✝" to read a wish or sad memory (specify which.) from the book.

I think I can only write what I feel on this book, Mama and Papa expect me to be happy that I live in America. So I make myself happy. I think. 

Today wasn't very good of a day for me. People tormented me again. What is a beanpole? Someone said it was supposed to be for people who were tall and skinny. And then they said that I wasn't skinny. I know when I am skinny and when I am not. I don't think I needed reminding. 

I really hate this.

But on a side note, Papa finally took me to a firing range, and....

[vodkahitman]

My muse has left their old, brown leather book somewhere by accident. It looks like it's seen years of wear and tear, and upon opening it you muse discovers that it's full of wishes that never came true and times in their life when they were hurt/alone/sad. Send me a "✝" to read a wish or sad memory (specify which.) from the book.

[vodkahitman]

Send me 3 names for FUCK, MARRY, KILL

[vodkahitman]

*Well that last hit job didn't go well at all* *So he's kinda grumpy and on edge even though he doesn't look like it*

[vodkahitman]

You're very funny! I think it would have to be the other way around, with me holding your hand! *More teasing*

Sadik! We should go to a Haunted House together very soon!

I would love to go to a haunted house with you! Will I have to hold your hand? [teases]

[vodkahitman]

"Ivan Braginski." The tall man then bent down, picking up the carcass without much effort to it. He walked over to the window, shoving it open then looking around. "Hm...no one around?"

[=}===>

The gun being pulled out was entirely reflexive, one fluid motion of reaching into his coat pocket to seize the weapon and then point it at whoever it was that was attempting to strangle the Doll’s leader.

He didn’t have anything to do with her, but their gangs had an alliance, and he was certain Tim would do something terrible if he didn’t do this.

Bang.

The gunshot went off, hitting the killer straight through the head. Bull’s eye. Keeping a light smile as he walked over to Alice, he held out a hand to help her up from the floor. “I hope you’re alright from that, miss! I’m sorry you had to go through that situation.”

[vodkahitman]

aph russia trying to make friends like

[vodkahitman]

"Of course!" Ivan slid the gun back in his pocket after flicking the safety lock, brushing his hands off. "I heard the sounds of a fight going on somewhere, so I went to investigate." Looking at the dead body and the bloody mess he caused, he asked "And you're all right, yes?"

[=}===>

The gun being pulled out was entirely reflexive, one fluid motion of reaching into his coat pocket to seize the weapon and then point it at whoever it was that was attempting to strangle the Doll’s leader.

He didn’t have anything to do with her, but their gangs had an alliance, and he was certain Tim would do something terrible if he didn’t do this.

Bang.

The gunshot went off, hitting the killer straight through the head. Bull’s eye. Keeping a light smile as he walked over to Alice, he held out a hand to help her up from the floor. “I hope you’re alright from that, miss! I’m sorry you had to go through that situation.”

[vodkahitman]

Sleeping Shepherd for 24 hours

Sleeping Shepard: Muse becomes a Satyr for (anon specified).

What-- 

*poof*

Ah..well. I now have goat legs. 

*Casually hiding in apartment until this thing ends*