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call⠀ me⠀ bambino... ⠀both ⠀barrels⠀ of⠀ this pacifier ⠀right⠀ up⠀ your⠀ ass.⠀ motherfuckers.

the docks. 20+
Joined October 2021
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a⠀wolf⠀in⠀sheep’s⠀clothing,⠀the ultimate⠀disgrace⠀— wrapped⠀up⠀as⠀a⠀gift⠀of⠀god. . .
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“roach? like a /cockroach/? what the fuck kind a’ name is that..” he thinks for a minute or two about what to do with them. could be useful.. “well, if you wanna stay that way, YOU'RE gonna start doin' me favors.” while he still had access to plenty of things, he didn't [...]
“ Okay! Okay! People around here call me Roach! I know everything and anything that goes on around here. I can get people things too that are hard to come by! I swear I’m worth more alive than dead! Please don’t shoot me! “ She was shaking so much the vent was rattling.
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the forceps. mentions of how he'd done it to others. forcing his jaw open. this was likely well deserved on franco’s end due to the torture he inflicted upon others, but that didn't mean he accepted it as it was. he didn't think he deserved the treatment in the slightest. [...]
He licked his lips, holding up metal forceps. An easily recognizable tool, of course, especially to those that make a hobby out of pulling teeth. “You’ve done this before, ah? To others? So you should be prepared more than anyone else!” +
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franco is terrified, trying clamp his own mouth shut with as much force he can possibly muster. he would say he'd prefer something else, but that 'something else' could be anything, including something even /more/ painful. he does not say a word— that would only help give [...]
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access to his teeth. they weren't in the best shape in the first place, but that didn't mean he wanted to lose them. the tears begin to roll, and he can't seem to stop them.
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“you're gonna tell me who you are or i'm gonna keep shootin’ ’till i see your blood spill outta those vents.” someone who wasn't supposed to be there, evidently.
“ AAAAH!! STOP STOP STOP STOP! Stop shooting! Please!! “ she cried out, curling up into a fetal position within the vents. “ I don’t want any trouble I’m just passing through I swear! “
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/ i should not be writing when i am about to pass out but here we are. oopsies
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“got RATS in the fuckin' vents!” franco follows where the vent may lead, although it is difficult— he shoots at the vent again, attempting to slow her down.
That shot nearly took out her foot. She let out a high-pitched yelp. This isn’t good. Now he knows someone is definitely in the vents. She crawls down the vents frantically. Trying to reach a sharp turn that will get her out of the area.
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franco approaches, snagging the reagent up with one hand and knocking him in the head with a harsh blow from his gun. “think i'll have fun with you. pluck every tooth outta your goddamn head.” the man child promptly throws nick back to the ground, proceeding to grind the [...]
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heel of his shoe into the reagent’s hand. “TEACH YOU TO FUCK WITH ME.” afterwards, he took the opportunity to grab nick’s wrist and began to drag him along. . .
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franco squints, glancing around the area— being sure of his surroundings. then, he takes a shot out of pure chance, at the vents. they'd probably get after him for that, but he didn't care.
She nearly shrieked. Roach covered her mouth and didn’t move a muscle. She tried her best to steady her breathing. She did NOT want to get caught by this psychotic manchild.
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“what the fuck was that?!” he looks up towards the vents. thought he heard something.
“ No matter. It’s better this way. A lot better. Like, have you seen the prime assets lately? Yikes! I’m glad I’m not noticed. “
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“NOT. delusional. you want delusional? go talk to anybody else in this goddamn shit hole.” thinks about firing at him just to make him jump. he does not. feels slightly better when dillan says he's more tolerable than the cop. “place wasn't so bad ’till i found out he was [...]
"uh huh... so... delusional, then. that's what i thought." don't let dillan find out about that low self esteem, he'll use it to his advantage. "at least you're more tolerable than that wannabe cop."
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here.” coyle’s presence was always an annoyance to franco.
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“i'm not DELUSIONAL!” or so, he'd like to believe. in actuality, franco’s self esteem was exponentially low— with an ego very fragile, so he had to make up for it through being his own means of support. “i'm only sayin’ shit that i MEAN.”
"god, your confidence should be studied under a microscope." brow arched, looking him over briefly. "is it confidence or delusion? both? god, i wish i was delusional."
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as soon as it enters his abdomen and is twisted, franco howls in pain. tear droplets bud in his eyes, and he tries his hardest to keep them in as opposed to letting them flow. he shudders, and the next words out of novikov's mouth do nothing to reassure him.
As soon as Franco ‘asked’ for it, Novikov moved. Perhaps it was to shut him up, perhaps it was simply because he felt like it in that moment. The cork was stabbed into his abdomen, meticulously avoiding anything fatal. For good measure, he gave it a nice twist. +
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“cazzo,” he mumbles out, in exclamation of his own pain. “you piece of..shit. mother..fucker.”
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“/fuck/ you.” the tip has him frozen in place. unmoving. almost ceasing his breath, but he does not stoop that low as to convey more of his fear. the taunting makes it worse, especially when mentioning probable tears. he was always self conscious of the crying. he wasn't, [...]
“When will you learn? Gnawing at your cage will only make you lose your teeth, little puppy.” The cool, titanium tip slowly reacted the side of his face and down his neck as he followed an artery. One wrong move, and he’d bleed out in that chair. +
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yet, but it was likely to come in due time. “you wanna hurt me? hurry it up. you're bein’ all talk,” he deflects, trying to swallow down the apprehension.
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