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"Ah, yeah. Really...really fucking lame. Works for me, works for blending in with the city. Not always a good idea to stand out in a place like this you know?"

"Reminds me of those lame-ass vampire books that were popular. But yeah, stick with the boots and jacket. It works for you."

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"Don't blame ya. We're good. No one's missing and I think everyone's still got their limbs attached. As far as I can tell. You hear it was some fuckin' snitch that ratted everyone out?"

  "Safe and solid, though I can’t say the same for the walls… I, uh, ahem… Sorry. How about on your end?"

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"Well if you manage that you better hook me up with some good shit. Considering I was kind enough to stick the idea in your head and all."

"Right?! I need to find an underground library. Better yet, I should start an underground library…”

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"Sounds to me like you need to pick your battles. Or more less decide whats worth risking losing some fingers over." 

"See, that’s waht I used to do, but one time I guess I wasn’t as sly as I thought I was and a five finger discount almost turned into a four finger discount and I think that fixed that problem." 

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"Glitter just reminds me too much of shitty craft stores and those underground clubs I don't exactly want to associate myself with. But occasionally somehow get dragged into anyway. I'm kind of a boots and jacket dude myself."

"Well, you’ll at least be glittery, which is apparently cool. I don’t understand the attraction, personally."

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"Times like these we kinda have to. Everything good with the Killjoys?"

"You read my mind. Leaders do think alike, eh?"

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"You don't think cowboy blends in well? Alright fair enough, Killjoy. Lets hear some other options then."

"I think you seriously need to rethink the intelligence of the authorities. I’m just sayin’."

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"My god. You're basically a model citizen. Looks like I was wrong about you this whole time."

"Nah. I grew out of that by like six. See, there goes another and I didn’t even fuckin’ touch it."

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"Well that's because paying for anything BL/ind shells out is hardly any fun. All their hidden agenda propaganda bullshit. Lookin' for the underground stuff, now that's the fun part."

"I mean, the easiest way to get a new book would be to buy a new one in the city. Not that I couldn’t do that, but where’s the fun?”

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violetfarr: "Nah, stick some rhinestones on it, and you’ll be hippest bad boy around."

"Hippest bad boy around wasn't exactly the image I was trying to set but I guess it's better than some of the alternatives." 

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"If you want something done get it done yourself. Always a good mentality to have. Or, ya know, go get a new book."

"I’ve read this book five times. I want a new fucking book."

"Maybe I’ll just write one.”

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"And here I was hoping my leather jacket was hip and trendy. Can't keep up with the kids these days."

People certainly have interesting styles anymore…

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"If your not careful it seems like anyone will try to swindle you out of half of what you own. Better to take a five finger discount if you ask me."

"Today, someone tried to tell me that their can of BL/ind brand dog food was worth five carbons and then got offended that I told them I would rather get caught up in a gang of Dracs then pay those prices. Like, I’m hungry, but not that desperate." 

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"Hey, hey just take a breath. You okay? Not bleeding out this time right?"

"This gang of Dracs came out of nowhere and almost fucking blinded me with a ghost bomb. I swear I’m gonna take this turncoat down if it’s the last thing I do."

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"Hadn't planned on it. But after everything that's gone down? Yeah I don't think I'd mind shooting at something for an hour."

"Come to join target practice?"

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"Not exactly fun but you'll get used to it. Yeah, that works for me."

"How’s day after tomorrow sound? Early morning before it gets too hot? Last thing I need is to try fighting for the first time with dust in my eyes."

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There was ringing in his ears. Everything was muffled and muted around him, his vision blackening at the edges as Adam tried to reign in his senses. He had a body hanging heavy and limp in his arms and he wasn't even sure who it was. Adam managed to compose himself and glanced down. Some kid, he couldn't have been older than fifteen. Blood streaked from a wound in his head and his eyes rolled wildly behind half shut lids. He was alive at least. Adam shifted him in his arms before moving towards what remained of the entrance to one of Red's places. He handed the kid off before heading back, trying to find any of his gang members.  Suddenly his own name caught his attention and he turned. Aiden. He almost didn't recognize him, black streaks covering across his face. He pushed passed someone and moved closer, placing a hand under Aiden's arm to steady. "Are you hurt?" He asked, looking over to see if there were any fatal wounds. But the Killjoy seemed better off than most. "Is anyone else from your gang here?" Adam questioned again, looking around. He didn't seem to recognize anyone else. Any of his Youngbloods probably cleared out. 

See The Flames Begin To Fall || Aiden & Adam

Aiden didn’t know what was happening, he could barely think enough to make sure he wasn’t hurt at all. All he knew was that everything was on fire. And that he needed to get out.

He hadn’t really even understood what was going on when it had happened. He just remembered being at Red’s, everything was normal. Then suddenly the place had been crawling with BL/ind and then after that all he remembered was smoke, flames, and the unforgettable sound of blood curdling screams.

Aiden knew he needed to get out of there, at this point he was coughing more than he was breathing. But he kept hearing those screams. He couldn’t just leave them. No, he needed to help. He tried to follow the screams as best he could to find the people in need. 

After the fifth or so person he had carried toward the door, he could barely even stand straight. He heard another scream, it was low, definitely coming from a guy. He pushed through the pain, forcing himself to focus on what he doing, moving towards the back of the building.

As Aiden moved forward towards where he thought the yells had come from, he started to see the silhouette of a person through the smoke. He moved closer, suddenly realizing that he recognized the man in front of him. “Adam?” he coughed out.