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❨ ❩ ❛❛ Hᴏᴑ ΚŸΝŸα΄œΝŸα΄„ΝŸα΄‹ΝŸΚ α΄„α΄€Ι΄ ᴏɴᴇ ɒᴜʏ ʙᴇ? ❜❜ ────────β₯°‒࿐───────

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Joined October 2017
γ…€ γ…€FΚŸα΄€sʜ π–‘ΝŸπ– ΝŸπ–¬ ̡𝖠̡𝖫̡𝖠̡π–ͺ̡𝖠̡𝖹̡𝖠̡𝖬̡ Ιͺ ɒᴏᴛ α΄€ ΚŸα΄α΄α΄‹ α΄€α΄› Κα΄α΄œβ€” γ…€ γ…€
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γ…€ γ…€ oh, he dugβ€” deeper and deeper with each moment thrashed against the ground. it took a minute, ( three, ) until he’d finally given up the attempts to fight back against the strength of the Praetorians atop him. an even greater surprise that Caesar hadn’t simplyβ€” γ…€ γ…€
Replying to @scramsvillebaby
three will be first to break the chain of tension wrapped around the tent. "cool it, slick, and they'll let go, trust me. then we can really sink our teeth into this little reunion shindig, dig?"
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β€”γ…€ γ…€ squint under the mounting pressures from behind his bullet wound. head throbbed, an irritating squeal of noise sounding within his ear that only exacerbated the situation. hadn’t even heard when Caesar gave him a command, one to blow up the bunker down below theβ€” γ…€ γ…€
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β€”γ…€ γ…€ Fort. β€œ W-what . . . ? ” he managed to muster himself for long enough, looking around the tent like a lost dog. γ…€ γ…€
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β€”γ…€ γ…€ as it caked itself into mange. all the while, his eyes had never left Benny. pinpointed pupils, nary an ounce of dilation spared; like a predator focused on his prey. β€œ . . . meβ€” I do. ” and with such, he’d successfully been driven to speech beyond what heβ€” γ…€ γ…€
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β€”γ…€ γ…€ normally does. what seeing old β€˜ friends ’ will do to you. γ…€ γ…€
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γ…€ γ…€ another lurch forwardβ€” an attempt to scarper met by force. pain shot like an old friend through their figure, pulsations built from the point of impact where a boot struck his stomach. shoulders drop, head falling downwards in an attempt to regain hisβ€” γ…€ γ…€
Replying to @scramsvillebaby
β€œthat a promise, babydoll? cause i’ve been hearin’ it’s the end of the road for me for days now and i’d love to find the schmuck who’s finally got the stones to do it.”
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β€”γ…€ γ…€ stolen breath as Caesar barked orders from his throne. Fames pushed further into the ground, knee to his back and hands pulled back to avoid the chance of him pushing towards the other. face pushed into the heated Mojave ground, an open mouth taking in dirtβ€” γ…€ γ…€
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γ…€ γ…€ one solid minute spent thrashing in the arms of the other men, eventually driven to the point where he himself was pushed to the ground. harshness felt to the back of knee, dropped by muscular instinct and held in place across from the other. wild appearanceβ€” γ…€ γ…€
Replying to @scramsvillebaby
she’s expecting, but she’d not spoken in days, had even given up trying to bother the guards about two days ago. finally, a good audience.
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β€”γ…€ γ…€ on even greater display than before, an entirely far cry from when they’d previously encountered one another. ragged clothes, unwashed hair and an unkempt beard. widened eyes stared with fury towards the other, lips peeled back in a constant snarl. β€œ . . . you! ” β€” γ…€ γ…€
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β€”γ…€ γ…€ came parroted again, low and guttural. constraints added to speech, as to not upset his current captors. β€œ . . . kill youβ€”! ” he growled, barely an intelligible word salvaged from under the sounds of disdain. γ…€ γ…€
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γ…€ γ…€ as real as anythingβ€” as real as he needs to be. acknowledgement clicked in his mind, muddled as it ever could be. welcomed back as a survivor, then chastised for the very same. eyes squint, bottom lip pulled into mouth to try and ground himself into reality. β€” γ…€ γ…€
Replying to @scramsvillebaby
that poor bastard courier she fucked over to drag her back to hell where she belongs. dry eyes squint as he walks through the canvas flaps, confusion setting in when the others in the room acknowledge him. he’s not… real, is he?
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β€”γ…€ γ…€ arrived here in the first place. β€˜ Destroy the bunker . . . ? ’ a repetition of words, rattling through his head with an underlying confusion. β€˜ Old friendβ€”? ’ distracted eyes shift, following the actions of the Praetorian guard. gloved fingers pointedβ€” γ…€ γ…€
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β€”γ…€ γ…€ towards the familiarity of the bound woman. β€œ YOUβ€”! ” his body lunged towards the woman, nearly foaming at the mouth in a frothing rage. two men being forced to hold him back, as the other was too valuable an asset for the moment. γ…€ γ…€
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γ…€ γ…€ wet, drippyβ€” the excess of moisture clung to scraggly hair, each follicle drenched in a viscous warmth. teeth gnashed against sinew, chewing and chewing until the matter was ground. lucky he had a ( lead belly. ) γ…€ γ…€
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γ…€ γ…€ grumble . . . grumble . . . γ…€ γ…€
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