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 xx xx  How much endless pain and sorrow, Could I have saved you from? Oh... Touch me harder with your hands, ever and never end. Release it, so far away. × × ×Қ ø и з ş қ į
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→⒞hristospher ⒮tingxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx paranoid's current Crimes of Passion npcxxxxxxxxxxxxxx The Paranoid Gang Boss of the Bullets  ➔A few of them waved to the man. He just glanced breifly at them and flashed his devilish smirk that charmed many. But no, he wasn't interested in them tonight. He wanted someone new, someone fresh... Something different. Perhaps he had just found his remedy. It came in the shape of a boy in a lime green miniskirt, complete with lace up stilletos and a sexy little body. Merely glancing at the boy, scanning him with mild intrest, he turned to the bar and sat on the worn out leather. The bartender turned around. He had dark purple hair and blue eyes, the same shade as Aika. It almost hurt to look at him, but this man was just another worker. Just another worker. He cocked an eyebrow at the man behind the counter. The purple haired man leaned in close. "I didn't think that you'd have the guts to come around, Sting... especially after what Ai did to ya." but he winked and passed a glass cup under the man's nose. He poured a small shot of vodka over the ice. "On the house. Ai's gone, but any of the others are more than willing." and the man dissapeared behind the counter. Sting looked to his left, the boy was just sitting there. He needed a way to entice him closer. Christ sat up straight and held the glass to his lips. He drew his head back and drained the glass, the alcohol burning his throat as it slithered down. His jacket was open, the long scare visible just right above the collar. His silver hair was messily tossed about his face. He set the glass back on the table and smirked at the boy. "come closer, little one. I promise, I don't bite."✖ Is it me who you're t r y i n g so hard to avoid? Can I help it if I'm more than just a bit p a r a n o i d? |
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xxxx How much endless pain and sorrow, Could I have saved you from? Oh... Touch me harder with your hands, ever and never end. Release it, so far away. × × ×Қ ø и з ş қ į
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 xxxxxxxxxxxxxDI Matthew Thorngate And I want to be, Anyone in the world but me Trapped in the body of a man defeated, I am the shame of mistakes repeated Matt after finishing his paperwork had gone home. Arriving at his apartment he decided that he needed to unwind after a day and most of a night filled with events. First off seeing Jiro like that had made him need a drink severely. He’d drunk coffee but in the early hours of the morning eh knew he needed more than caffeine. He needed to still his nerves that had been frayed since he panicked earlier in his car. Pouring himself a shot of vodka he knocked it back straight as he stood at the counter. He winced as the alcohol made it’s way down his throat, leaving a burning trail. Okay so he needed more than one drink. He took his glass and the bottle into the living room and slowly but surely became drunk from the amount of alcohol he drank. Intoxicated everything seemed much clearer to Matt as he lost his inhibitions. He took out his phone. ‘Jiro. I ws jelous bout guy. I like u. Do u wnt to-’ Matt froze realising what he had been about to send to Jiro but when he went to delete it, he pressed the wrong button and sent the text to Jiro. “s**t!” He shouted and put his phone down on a table as he drunk straight from the bottle. There will be no more grey, We have finished digging the grave, We are the new black, And we're as serious as a heart attack. |
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 ⒿⒾⓇⓄ ⓉⒶⓀⒶⒹⒶ  Got a big plan, this mindset maybe its right At the right place and right time, maybe tonight And the whisper or handshake sending a sign Wanna make out and kiss hard, wait nevermind A few hours of sleep at best was all he could cash in. With coffee running through his veins, and his body still awake, Jiro tossed and turned on his bed. He fell asleep on and off, getting some rest which was more than he expected. Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore. He shoved off his blanket and padded to the bathroom. As he washed and dried, readying himself for another day, his phone vibrates in his work pants non stop from in coming calls and messages that he needed to check. He stepped out with a white towel wrapped around his waist and one on his head, currently drying his hair. Jiro pulled out a usual dress attire, ready for work. He looked around for his phone and wallet. Takada sighed as he pulled on his glasses, digging in his other pants to grab his phone. It shook in his hand and he could already tell that today was going to be one of those days. He flipped it open and scrolled through his messages. Unfortunately, anyone from the office calling him were ignored. Any information about Toshizo being hurt were overlooked as menial work since it was by someone else. However, a message from Thorngate made his thumb pause over the DELETE button. He tapped it open, thinking he might as well look. Jiro had to reread the message a couple of times as he walked into his kitchen, brewing coffee. He wasn't sure if his glasses were messed up or that he wasn't awake as he thought he was. He rubbed at his eyes under the frames and looked again. Jiro's thumb tapped over the phone as he chuckled into his coffee mug. 'Learn 2 text, Matt.' He stared at the screen, drinking in the warm scent of his coffee. The message looked too short for his tastes and would probably leave the bumbling idiot of a cop with more questions or an opening to insult him even though he was only trying to help. Well, tease in his case, but Matt couldn't tell. 'Where are U at?' +  + + + +Either way he wanted him and this was bad He wanted to do things to him it was making him crazy Now a little crush turned into a like And now he wants to grab him by the hair and tell him... "I want to f*cking tear you apart" |
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxDI Matthew Thorngate And I want to be, Anyone in the world but me Trapped in the body of a man defeated, I am the shame of mistakes repeated Matt had drifted off in the armchair, the empty vodka bottle lying on the floor and the last dregs seeped into the carpet. Sleeping peacefully, his chest rising and falling as he slept, his mouth open as he breathed. However this didn’t last for long as the vibrating of his phone against the wood of the table made a very loud noise shocking him from his sleep. He groaned and wiped the drool from his cheek and chin with the back of his hand. “Urgh!” He groaned as he flipped open his phone and saw a message from Jiro. Opening it he saw what Jiro had put. Learn to text? What did that mean? He was drunk so how was he meant o text properly? He wasn’t illiterate. But did it mean something else? A still drunk Matt pondered over this before carrying on to the next part of the text. This he understood and replied. ‘My apartment. Srry bout text. Cn txt k.’ There will be no more grey, We have finished digging the grave, We are the new black, And we're as serious as a heart attack. |
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ⒿⒾⓇⓄ ⓉⒶⓀⒶⒹⒶ Got a big plan, this mindset maybe its right At the right place and right time, maybe tonight And the whisper or handshake sending a sign Wanna make out and kiss hard, wait nevermind Matthew was texting him from his apartment? Hmm, at most he figured the man was trying to mess with him from his office, but the new info made him think twice. Jiro was already pulling on his coat as he held his cell in one hand, his car keys in the other. He stepped out and into his car, starting up the engine before texting back. 'Miss me already?' He sent the message without a second thought, wondering why Matt would send the first message in the first place. What did he mean jealous about a guy? He wasn't talking about Ryan, was he? What was there to be jealous about? He- Oh right. Thorngate didn't stick around to see Jiro tazer the man. Probably got the wrong message in those short few moments. It made sense since the officer tried to interrogate him last night about his whereabouts. But instead of driving towards the station, he had made a left turn towards a citizens' block that was known for apartments and expanses for the everyday worker. + ++++Either way he wanted him and this was bad He wanted to do things to him it was making him crazy Now a little crush turned into a like And now he wants to grab him by the hair and tell him... "I want to f*cking tear you apart" |
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→⒞hristospher ⒮tingxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx paranoid's current Crimes of Passion npcxxxxxxxxxxxxxx The Paranoid Gang Boss of the Bullets ➔He smiled as the boy played his facade. Didn't he know that Sting had been here before, and seen him doing his job? From what he heard, the young boy was pretty good too, but no one wanted to chance charges of underage rape. That didn't stop Chris, because if the boy had wanted to sue for rape, he wouldn't willingly be giving anything for pay, now would he. "So, I see you like to play a cute little face... I don't mind that at all in a boy. Especially in one as cute as yourself, you don't need to try too hard for it." he winked and reached over the bar to grab the bottle of vodka, refilling his cup. He grabbed a second one and filled it with a few splashes of the burning tonic and held it out to the young boy. He was amused, he wanted to see how far this boy had gone, just for money... and how far Chris could push him for just a bit more.✖ Is it me who you're t r y i n g so hard to avoid? Can I help it if I'm more than just a bit p a r a n o i d? |
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxToshizo♪Songxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx  「Toshizo walked out the front door. He was dressed like anybody who came to visit a patient, perhaps in more leather, but just like any other. He attracted a few stares but the black leather jacket was buttoned up to hide any of the potential blood stains on his clothing. Why he hadn't just gotten up and left before? He didn't know. Flipping out his phone from his pocket, he dialed in one of his partner's numbers. "Steel, hey, it's Song. Yeah, you heard right. Wait, that's not the only one? We need a unit out there... how quickly can you get to the hospital? That's where I am, you idiot. Of course I'm going to wait here, where the hell else would I wait? Hurry. Bye." and he hung up. Running his hand through his messy hair, he sighed. He was no longer bloody, finally letting the cute nurse boy wipe the crusted stuff off, and then he 'convinced' the boy to punch in the numerical code to get him out of the ward. So, his wasn't the only case that the police were crawling around the city for. There was another, a murder, already with a suspect. He had walked through the parking lot to the entry gate and waited for Steel. After fifteen minutes of standing there silently, the familiar gray car pulled up, head lights reflecting off of the caution stickers. Toshizo walked to the passenger side and opened the door, getting in. Steel was used to this by now and wasn't startled by the entry, however, he did have something to say about his clothes. "S-sir, what's with the-" "Do you want to loose your job, or not?" "No sir! The call was connected through an operator, so we were unable to successfully track who it was, but we know the location! Resivour, green area, 1532, sir." Toshizo just nodded and re-tied his hair, eyes scanning the side walks for something. "Well, hurry up then! We're not too far from it! If I were driving, we'd have been there by now." and he sat sulkily, still looking at the lamp posts and people pass by. Steel chuckled to himself. "If you were driving, Song, we'd be dead." Toshizo smiled slightly and turned to look at the man. "If that was the case, then you wouldn't have to worry about loosing your job, now would you?" he smiled his weird smile at the man. To his surprise, they were pulling up in front of the place within the next four minutes.」 If the world were p e r f e c t, we wouldn't be alive, now would we? Because I'm pretty sure I've [********] this w o r l d up and it's done the same to me. Of course I can also do the same to you ❤ |
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxDI Matthew Thorngate And I want to be, Anyone in the world but me Trapped in the body of a man defeated, I am the shame of mistakes repeated ‘Miss me already?’ Matt had to read the text several times before it actually began to sink into his alcohol sodden mind. Though he still couldn’t figure it out. He rubbed the back of his neck as he looked down at his phone thinking and not really seeing the phone. What was it supposed to mean? Did it mean that Jiro had figured out that- That what? Matt wasn’t even sure what was going on with him. Why the hell was he jealous about Jiro and that guy? He was jealous? He was jealous. He knew it now but this confused him even more. What did that mean? Was he….gay? Matt had never had feelings for guys this strong before. He’d always seen them as colleagues, friends, drinking buddies but never in the way that meant he wanted to roll around with them in the sack. But he had never felt that way about a girl before either. He groaned as his drunk brain tried to solve this conundrum but came up with nothing. He ran his hands through his hair exasperatedly and before he had a chance to stop himself from doing it he sent another message. ‘Yeah.’ There will be no more grey, We have finished digging the grave, We are the new black, And we're as serious as a heart attack. |
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ⒿⒾⓇⓄ ⓉⒶⓀⒶⒹⒶ Got a big plan, this mindset maybe its right At the right place and right time, maybe tonight And the whisper or handshake sending a sign Wanna make out and kiss hard, wait nevermind His car pulled into a parking lot near an apartment complex, silently parking itself as he checked his phone for the next message. A slim brow raised when he read the answer. Now he wasn't sure if the other was being sarcastic or just stupid. Was Matt drunk? Or just toying with him? He got out of his car as he typed in a reply. 'Are you being serious?' He pressed SEND as he climbed up the stairs, knowing where Matthew lived. He had come here once or twice to either drop the other off or pick him up for a couple of drinks when times of crime were slow. They were very few times long ago when he first joined the force down here, but he still remembered + ++++Either way he wanted him and this was bad He wanted to do things to him it was making him crazy Now a little crush turned into a like And now he wants to grab him by the hair and tell him... "I want to f*cking tear you apart" |
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxDI Matthew Thorngate And I want to be, Anyone in the world but me Trapped in the body of a man defeated, I am the shame of mistakes repeated Matt stumbled into the kitchen with his phone in his hand. He placed it on the counter, almost slamming it against the counter. He got himself a drink of water and drunk it in one go noisily. Getting some water down his chin, neck and shirt but by now he didn’t care. He got himself another glass of water this time drinking it slowly. His head was spinning and he wasn’t quite sure of what he was supposed to be doing. Was getting himself drunk the answer? Nope but it was a good way to distract yourself from the answer. His phone vibrated on the side and Matt slowly walked over and flipped open his phone. This one confused him even more and he found himself frowning as he leant against the counter for balance. ‘I don’t know. Think so. But not sure. I mean I could be.’ There will be no more grey, We have finished digging the grave, We are the new black, And we're as serious as a heart attack. |
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ⒿⒾⓇⓄ ⓉⒶⓀⒶⒹⒶ Got a big plan, this mindset maybe its right At the right place and right time, maybe tonight And the whisper or handshake sending a sign Wanna make out and kiss hard, wait nevermind Jiro stopped at a door as looked at the reply on his phone. He wondered if he should press his luck with visiting Matt. He did seem to get a bit more on his darker side when he was around the blond. The loud mouth just pried and barbed until he couldn't think of the man as a colleague but more of an obstacle. Almost like another criminal. It was that thought that made him pause in his reply and his knock on the door. Should he tempt fate again? 'Want me 2 come over?' He knocked on the door at the exact same time he sent that, shoving his worry in the backseat like always. It was only Thorngate. No threat there really except for a migraine. + ++++Either way he wanted him and this was bad He wanted to do things to him it was making him crazy Now a little crush turned into a like And now he wants to grab him by the hair and tell him... "I want to f*cking tear you apart" |
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxDI Matthew Thorngate And I want to be, Anyone in the world but me Trapped in the body of a man defeated, I am the shame of mistakes repeated Matt sipped at his water, trying to sober himself up. He heard a knock on the door just as his phone vibrated again. He picked it up and walked from the kitchen to the front door. Opening his phone as he walked and reading the text when he was nearly at the door. He was about to reply but decided he would do it after he answered the door. Turning the handle he swung the door open to see Jiro standing in front of him. “I was about to reply but you’re…here. Why did you send a message asking whether I wanted you to come over when you were already knocking on the door?” He asked after standing there for a few seconds shocked. He stepped to one side so Jiro could enter his apartment. There will be no more grey, We have finished digging the grave, We are the new black, And we're as serious as a heart attack. |
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ⒿⒾⓇⓄ ⓉⒶⓀⒶⒹⒶ Got a big plan, this mindset maybe its right At the right place and right time, maybe tonight And the whisper or handshake sending a sign Wanna make out and kiss hard, wait nevermind The inspector just smiled at the Matt's state of being, taking in the ruffled look and soaked water of the other's shirt. Stepping passed him, he could pick out the distinct smell of alcohol. So then, Thorngate really was drunk. Jiro shook his head lightly, should have known better than ever thinking the blond could be serious about such a sentimental thing. He wandered into the living room, looking around. A bit of a mess but it was Matthew that they were talking about. "I asked out of respect for your personal space. It would be rude to just come over without asking." Of course, Jiro was smiling to himself because he hadn't given the man time to reply yes or no. He turned around, taking in the sight of the phone in the blond's hand. "So? Were you going to say yes?" + ++++Either way he wanted him and this was bad He wanted to do things to him it was making him crazy Now a little crush turned into a like And now he wants to grab him by the hair and tell him... "I want to f*cking tear you apart" |
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