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hcartbrecker·:

“it must be gorgeous over there. but i can definitely understand about the rough parts. everywhere’s got a bad area you want to avoid, i guess,” lola remarked. truthfully, boot hill didn’t really have a bad area. it was almost like the town was stuck in time. nothing seemed to change, for the bad or for the good. lola grinned once she heard nate continue, growing joyful. “you live at the desert willow apartments too? oh, so do i! we’re practically neighbors and didn’t even know about it! this is so cool,” lola replied. it definitely made things more interesting since lola wouldn’t even have to go far if things between them progressed. which a part of lola hoped they would. she hated using the guy but lola was in need of a distraction.

“Yeah, it is... nice,” Nate agreed, holding onto his drink. He could see how the two never bumped into each other, Nate spending most of his days inside. Nate didn’t mind the female company, of course, but he liked being alone and secluded away from others. It gave him time to think and plan out his next move. And if he wasn’t at his apartment, he’d be working or at the bar. So it didn’t seem completely impossible for the two to not see each other. But Nate had a feeling he’d be seeing a lot more of her now that they did finally meet. “It’s crazy how we never met before until now. Fate’s funny like that, I guess,” Nate continued. He’d be damned before he believed in fate or even luck. But something told him that the starry eyed beauty beside him did and he was willing to feed her whatever crap he could think of to win her over.

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deputyholm·:

        a small, desperate part of lennox hopes that whatever is wrong with his harley can be fixed, or at least rescue the bike from a slow death. it’s been a feature of his garage since he moved out over a decade ago and he’d hate to see it turned to scrap.    “ listen, i’m willing to pay whatever i can manage, within reason, to get the girl ticking again. ”   perhaps it’s because the motorcycle reminds him so much of the nights spent tinkering away with his dad, before the accident, before his mother left them. when things were simpler. that being said, he’s not about to let himself be conned out of more money than the bike is worth in the long run, even if it will kill him to say goodbye.

A ghost of a grin appeared on Nate’s face, it reappearing so quickly you’d probably miss it if you blinked, before a neutral expression hid it all. A part of him wants to sympathize with the sheriff. He could tell that the motorcycle meant a lot to him. But sympathy and feelings was something that died inside of Nate a long time ago, leaving a hollow shell of what he was today in its wake. There are days where Nate wishes he can feel. But most of the time, all he cares about is money. He might even say he loves it. But love was another emotion Nate couldn’t afford. That didn’t mean Nate wasn’t a good enough actor. He lied and acted most of his life, sometimes confusing the two. And now was no exception. “Of course,” Nate agreed with a nod, “Within reason. I’ll make sure she’s taken good care of. I promise.”

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fengoria·:

“he looks like a grandpa.” kim replies simply, shrugging her shoulders, and he does–the young blue heeler has several wiry blue-gray hairs that cover his dark, blue speckled fur like a wizened wizard. she’s still getting used to the way having a dog disarms people; they’ve never been her preferred pet, but she couldn’t have just left them. it’s the same as the small town vibe that seems to make everyone think they’re fucking mr. rogers. “cool. i’m sick of punching the gas and having it not fucking gas get to the engine.” the transmission was beautiful–never had a problem turning over–but every great once and awhile ( almost every time she had a mind to leave town ) the gas just wouldn’t get to the engine and she’d be stuck until she gave it a rest. had to be the fuel filter. “i’ll wait and show you where i’m parked.”

Nate could see the logic behind the name choice, looking back at the dog that now seemed to capture his full attention. He hates how much it reminds him of his childhood, a time where he had been so weak and vulnerable. Nate isn’t sure what he hates more: getting caught or being weak. So he tries to avoid doing both. It’s cost him nearly everything (being weak was the reason he had ended up in this shit show of a town in the first place) but Nate was always determined to have the upper hand. So he then looks away, blocking out the horrible thoughts that always seem to plague him and turns back to look at the woman standing in front of him. “Sure,” he simply remarked, “Go right ahead.”

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adrastosking·:

He felt something settle inside him at the small chance that there was something that could be done. He’d not felt such a tight anxiety hold in his chest for years, and here he was making a scene in a small town garage that probably couldn’t do anything anyway. Fuck he needed to get a hold of himself.

          “Sure,” he said with a nod, adding on a thanks as his brain slowly got its shit back together after the momentary freakout. An hour was nothing compared to a few days, he told himself, and nodded along. “Do you want me to… like wait here? Or is there something I could do to help– I don’t know?”

“Unless you know how to fix cars, there’s not much you can do anyways.” Nate didn’t even mean to sound like a smart ass that point but he knew he probably did. Of course, a part of him truly didn’t care but another part of him could tell that he was probably too stressed out to deal with Nate’s bullshit. “Just sit down somewhere, I guess,” he added, “Before you know it, this’ll be done.” Nate wasn't sure if he was saying that to appease him or himself. This car had been giving him hell for a while now.

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ycungblooded·:

            she levels another look across the game counter at the owner, one hand raising to point a finger with a menacing amount of promise, mouthing ‘i’ll be back’ before turning her scowl on her friend. nate managed to hold back on the insults until now, but she’s honestly surprised he didn’t cave sooner and drag her,     “ you take that back right now or i’ll take you out with your own tools back at the shop. ”    but despite the legitimate threat to her words her irritation fades quite quickly. the temptation of swiping some cash from all the prime real estate of newcomers and gullible locals ? almost too good to pass up. dorian takes a deep breath and lets the scowl twist into a cocky smirk in it’s place, leaning over to loop an arm around one of nate’s,    “ you always know just what to say to a girl ! take me to the masses and lets get picking. ”  he’s right, as he almost always is. an afternoon spent picking pockets and tricking men into tripping over themselves to buy her things is her idea of heaven.

He smirked, the two then walking side by side around the rodeo. It was full of happy people ( in Nate’s terms, dumb and gullible. Clueless to the two wolves in sheep’s clothing wandering around their carnival and looking for easy prey ) all having fun at the rodeo. Nate was used to this routine by now, conning people back when he was a teen. No one would ever suspect someone as charming and seemingly friendly as Nate to be a criminal. And that was exactly how Nate liked it.

“I am a gentleman before everything else so I’ll let you have the honors of taking care of Mr. Rich Idiot over there. Believe me, I’d do it myself. But from the way he was flirting with that girl just now, something tells me he’s not into dudes. If he gets a little too friendly, feel free to break an important limb of his,” Nate replied as he nodded his head over to where some guy with a suit was, “Ladies first.”

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hcartbrecker·:

lola cheered, watching from the side as nate won the game before helping take down the teddy bear she had wanted. she tried to hide the growing smile on her face but it was hopeless. “oh, thank you!” lola replied as she held up the teddy bear, figuring it’d look perfect amidst the others one she had back at home. she then pulled him in for a hug, showering him with kisses.

“sorry,” lola quickly apologized once she let go of him, “i’m just so happy.”

it was true. out of all the crappy jerks she had dated over the years, being with nate felt different. sure, he was secretive and not nearly as affectionate as lola. but she knew deep down that he was a nice person and lola was determined to bring out that side of him.

“alright, we can do something you’d like now. how about one of the rides then? they’re kinda fun,” lola offered, looking up at nate as she waited for his response.

He hadn’t expected for Lola to get so happy over a teddy bear and he especially hadn’t expected for Lola to attack him with kisses as she hugged him. Nate hadn’t been used to anything like this before, almost unsure of how to respond. A part of him didn’t really mind so much. Didn’t mind Lola being so overly affectionate and treating him like he was an actual human being. But a part of him was scared. Scared of letting his guard down and letting her get too close, close enough to where she saw the devil hiding inside of him.

“Alright, alright. That’s enough,” Nate replied playfully, “I think I have enough kisses to last me a lifetime.”

He immediately softened at Lola’s next reply. She was simply too nice for a guy like him. He didn't deserve her and Nate even knew that deep down. But he wanted to try. Try and be a good guy just for her. “That sounds like fun, I guess. Lead the way,” he agreed. The last thing Nate wanted to do was go on any of the rides but he was willing to do anything to make Lola happy. And if attending the stupid rodeo and holding hands and acting more affection did just that, Nate would be more than willing to go for it.

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ycungblooded·:

        “ this game has to be rigged - there’s not way i’d miss five times. i call foul. ” aggravation burning hot as she lowers the air-gun from her shoulder and shoots the man behind the stall a withering look that promises retribution in some form one day. maybe she’ll mess with his car, the next time it comes in for servicing. she’s good at that. but her aim has never been awful, despite disliking guns for the most part, her daddy taught her well after all. no matter how well she accounts for the differences between real lead and soft bb-pellets, nothing. the cans refuse to fall over.

      dorian turns to her companion, brow drawn in a frown and mouth twisting with displeasure and just the edge of a pout. “ can you believe this shit ? ”   she almost throws the air-gun onto the counter, hands moving to rest on her cocked hips. so much for something fun to do.

Nate chuckles as he listens to Dorian rant and rave on and on about how the game was rigged. He’s slightly thankful that the gun was fake, knowing Dorian might use for it real on the poor man in front of them. “Sore loser, aren’t we?” Nate taunted, “Don’t feel too bad. It’s not your fault your aim is terrible as shit.” He can’t help the smirk that breaks out on his face. “But there’s nothing like a good bottle of beer and some idiot who left his wallet lying around to cheer you up, huh? I know how much you love conning clueless men out of their hard earned cash,” Nate offered. This was a rodeo, after all. There’d be plenty of careless people not looking after their things. To Nate, it might as well be a gold mine. “What do you say?”

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hcartbrecker·:

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it hadn’t been the easiest thing in the world to convince nate to come with her to the rodeo. it was one of the few fun things that happened in this town so needless to say, lola was practically a regular. it was one of the few times she’d be able to have fun and see people besides work. seeing as nate was new to town, she figured he’d be the perfect person to go with her. lola really liked nate a lot, more than she knew she probably should. and she could only hope he liked her back.

“told you this would be fun,” lola remarked, holding his hand as the two walked side by side, “definitely a nice change from being cooped up in that auto shop all day, huh?”

it was then that she noticed a stuffed teddy bear hanging from one of the carnival games. it was huge and pink and everything lola wanted at that moment. she turned to look at nate, putting on the cutest puppy face she could muster. “can you play that ring toss game over there and win me that teddy bear please? pretty please! i’ll get you free dinner at the cafe for a whole week. forget that, a whole month! please, please, please!” she knew that she sounded like a five year old but she didn’t care. plus, it’d be kind of romantic for nate to get her something. a scene right out of those old rom-coms she adored.

Nate knows he could be at home, passed out. Or wasting some more time at The Bucking Horse. But he had managed to let Lola convince him into going to some rodeo he didn’t even want to. He wasn’t sure what was going on but the woman was quickly growing on him. He knew it was scary to get attached to someone. But there was something about Lola that made him want to reconsider. 

“Yeah, yeah,” he said playfully while rolling his eyes, looking down once he felt her fingers intertwine with his. He was shocked to say the least. Nate felt a fluttery feeling in his stomach the entire time, mentally scolding himself for it. He sounded like a high school girl for goodness sakes.

Upon hearing Lola continue to whine over some dumb teddy bear, he sighed. He knew he wouldn’t hear the end of it if he said no anyways. “Fine. But only because you promised me free food,” Nate reluctantly agreed. Definitely not because I like you and I'd probably do whatever you asked me anyways. He then made his way over to the game, Nate figuring he’d win this easily. It was a simple game, something he had played before growing up. Much to his amusement, he did end up winning thanks to his one good arm. He then held the ridiculously oversized teddy bear in his hands as he turned to look over at Lola, saying, “I think this is for you.”

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yxsanos‌:

“i must be the reason for your good days, ‘cause i’ve never run into you on a bad one,” eri teases, propping herself the wall. her smile is buoyant and her posture carefree, as if she isn’t internally cursing out the damn car for not being fixed yet. whatever, she can cry about it later. “what, so you’re saying it might actually work? you’re a fucking miracle worker.” she points at the car incredulously. “unless it’s some transformers kind of shit, i don’t think they’re gonna start talking to you. tragic.” she waves a hand around the garage. “well, i guess i can stick around. it’s not like i have anything better to do. like, you’re fixing shit. that’s more productive than i’ve been this whole week.”

“Don’t flatter yourself, sweetheart,” Nate replied but he knows deep down that she does have something to do with why he’s a little more upbeat. The girl feels like an annoying younger sister to him and that’s both a good and bad thing. Mostly good, of course. She’s one of the few things in this town keeping him sane. “Maybe it might work, I’m not sure yet. Don’t get your hopes up,” Nate warned. He pauses when Erica calls him a miracle worker. He wasn’t sure if he was that at all. Maybe just lucky when it came to cars. Miracles reminded him of God and he was already on thin ice with the all mighty creator who resided in the sky. He then chuckled at the girl’s next remark, saying, “Transformers? God, you sound like such a nerd.” It wouldn’t be Nate if he didn’t tease somebody but it’s all playful. It’s then that he notices that the car seems to be making more progress and Nate can only hope it’s nearly done so he can have a cigarette already. “But I suppose you can stick around. Maybe help out a little bit. Just don’t be too annoying.”

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rosiecrain·:

rose nodded as she continued to listen to nate talking. she understood where he was coming from. rose wanted to leave boot hill once she finished her books. but when the time came to figure out how, she’d often forget or just give up midway. it was strange and mysterious but it was what often happened. “yeah,” rose replied, “i get it.” she then smiled once nate made his way over to her, telling her that her car was done. “thanks a lot for helping me. i really do appreciate it. and thanks for talking to me. it’ll be helpful for my book i’m working on. anyways, how much do i owe you again?” rose asked.

“Book, huh? Sounds interesting,” Nate absentmindedly remarked, not even remotely intrigued by the fact at all. It wasn’t that Nate didn’t like to read. It was just that he didn’t have time to. Not with how his life operated. “It’ll be two hundred bucks. And if you’d like some spare plugs in case this happens again, that’ll be an additional fifty,” Nate continued. Sure, the woman was nice but that didn’t make her exempt from Nate’s little operation. “Just standard procedure.”

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dysdaimcns·:

mateo knows what it’s like to see nothing but fear reflected in people’s eyes when they look at him; his mother right before she’d killed herself, the nuns at the orphanage that took him in, the neighbours that once held nothing but affection for him. he knows what they had seen, because he sees it too when he looks in the mirror—the vacant stare, the smile with too much teeth. when he’d moved to phoenix, he had done his best to bury that side of him ( he’s a good liar, his mother had made sure of that ) but every so often his control slips. mateo thinks of the way amanda’s gaze had darkened when she’d seen his bandaged hand—no doubt putting two and two together after discovering the shattered remains of her bathroom mirror—and he’d half-expected to see the same suspicion in this stranger’s eyes.

there’s not a lot that surprises mateo these days, but hearing laughter in response to his violence takes him aback, although he maintains the even smile. once the surprise settles, mateo finds himself left with a mixture of relief and curiosity, unable to help himself from wondering what kind of person isn’t rattled by casual violence. ‘ luckily for most people, i don’t anger easily. ’ it’s not true—mateo knows anger like an old friend; some days, the constant itch under his skin is the only reminder he has that he’s alive—but it’s close enough to the truth; boys who grow up angry learn how to keep a tight rein on the monster within. he glances towards the broken glass of the machine, offers the stranger another sheepish grin. ‘ i guess i’m having an off-day, though. ’

he gets the answer to his earlier thought soon enough though: the kind of people who aren’t bothered by casual violence are people who are capable of it themselves. against his better judgement—mateo’s spent too long trying to bury the monster within to let it loose at the first sign of acceptance—he smiles, taking a step back as he gestures vaguely at the machine. ‘ be my guest, please. ’

Nate had no choice but to accept violence at a young age, having no choice but to fight for whatever he got both metaphorically and literally. Nate learned early on that to get respect, you had to earn it. He got it through countless fights, Nate usually always winning with either a bloody nose or a black eye to show for it. It isn’t hard to upset Nate, even the wrong look could piss him off. It was calming him down that was the hard part. Between the abuse he suffered for years at the hands of his father and his hunger for power, it all helped create a monster who needed to be fed by cruelty and violence.

Needless to say, Nate had no problem doing that.

Unlike most criminals, Nate especially loved to get his hands dirty. If anyone betrayed him or did anything that pissed him off in the slightest, they’d get the shit kicked out of them. Once Nate fought, he didn’t stop. Not until the person was on the brink of death. It helped that he imagined his father being the one he was inflicting that violence to. It only further fueled the rage inside of him. 

So that was what he did, calmly walking over to the machine. He could hear his father’s voice taunting him in the back of his mind and that was when Nate felt himself grow upset all over again. He punched the glass, not even feeling the slightest bit of pain. He didn’t feel much of anything when he got into these moods. He punched the glass again and again until it all finally broke. That was when Nate paused out of shock for a moment, finally snapping out of his daze.

“Guess I don’t know my own strength sometimes,” Nate replied, the lie flowing so effortlessly off his tongue.

Nate knows all too well how dangerous he is.

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visionsofash‌:

“You should, it would suit you,” Ash said lightly, ruffling her hair before pulling her coat a little tighter around her. “I was going to ask what your options are but personally, I think asshole is a winner,” she says, a sharp laugh startled out of her at his response. Shaking her head, she carried on. “Although maybe not on the forehead - it’s a bit conspicuous. What are your other options again?” She smirked, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet as she considered him carefully, trying to figure out what would suit him.

“Damn, I thought the forehead was a winner for sure. It’d get me a lot of attention,” Nate continued, “But if that’s out of the question, I think I’d want something even cooler. I’m gonna have it tattooed on me forever so it might as well be something badass. Maybe a wolf or something.” One of his past flings had once told him that he might as well had been the big bad wolf in disguise. In a way, he was.  Might as well let it be known by getting a tattoo symbolizing it.

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fengoria·:

“good. my car’s around back.” kim unsets her jaw when she sees that he can drop the casanova act and treat her like a customer. the blue heeler at her side is surprisingly calm, but the wiggle of his tail gives it away that he’s excited for attention. rolling her eyes, she uncrosses her arms. never in her life did she think that having a dog would stick her with so much attention. she could barely walk down the fucking street with him without some boot hill idiot demanding his attention and trying to make small talk. a ten minute walk was now twenty. “he’s his own.” she replies, looking down at the dog with guarded affection. “grandpa likes getting pets though, go ahead.” she nods to the mechanic, posture softening slightly. grandpa stirs in his seat excitedly. “a little eager though, don’t you think, buddy?” she tells the dog.

Nate absentmindedly nodded, kneeling down to pet the dog. He couldn’t help but grow just the tiniest bit happy. “Cool name,” he remarks playfully but it isn’t insulting in the slightest. Grandpa was kind of a cool name for a dog. It certainly made Nate wonder if the dog was as wise as its name entailed. He snapped out of it, remembering that he still had a job to do and cleared his throat awkwardly as he got up. “Right. Uh, I’ll go get it then and take care of it. The car, I mean,” Nate replied. He isn’t sure why he’s acting so weird. Maybe it was due to the fact that he had let his guard down for a moment. Whatever it was, Nate was determined to snap out of it.

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deputyholm·:

       while he’s glad it’s not one of the other, less savory mechanics that call chuy’s home, there’s still something a little unnerving about nate that lennox can’t quite shake, no matter how many times he deals with the man. it’s the same vibe half the town give him at this point, so he can’t say he’s honestly surprised, nor worried. they’d had no trouble yet, and len’s hoping it stays that way. his smile turns more relaxed, shoulders loosening as he rolls his eyes in exasperation,   “ oh yeah, big time. i just can’t figure out what’s up - i’ve changed the oil, checked the belt, had that new spark plug put in a couple weeks ago. nada. she won’t run. ”    he turns to lead nate back out front, shaking his head as they go,   “ i just can’t understand it. ”

“I don’t know either,” Nate admitted with a small shrug. It could be that the car was on its last dying breath. That probably seemed like the more logical choice anyways. But Nate would still check it out. “Push come to shove, your Harley might be done for. Would be a shame,” Nate replied, “But I’ll still do the best I can. Might cost you though, if that’s alright.”

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nancybcy·:

ALEC LET OUT a hearty laugh, pounding back the remainder of his drink. “clearly you’ve never spent the night with a pilot,” He paused. That had come out a little…gayer than intended, but whatever. “try getting sloshed on a fucking air base. That’s where there’s shit all to do — one time we drew pictures on each other’s backs with ez-cheese & if you couldn’t guess after three tries, you got a cheesy wet-willy,” Alec grinned what a weird fucking night. “In a town like this there’s loads to do. We could go dancing, dude karaoke, or if you’re feeling adventurous, we could try and catch that mirage of a beach that moves around town and go swimming,” Really, the world was their oyster in a town like this. Whatever they decided to do, something interesting would be shoved their way.

He had never spent the night with a pilot before and it was obvious, Nate chuckling in amusement at some of the stories Alec told him. It almost made him sad how he had chosen a different path. One where he couldn’t trust anyone and have no friends. Nate could only imagine what life would have been like if he had finished high school and did something important like go to college or get a real job. He could have had real friends and a good life. He could have stories like Alec’s to tell. Removing the thoughts out of his mind, he shrugged as he looked over at Alec. “I don’t have anything else better to do. So karaoke it fucking is then. Have I ever told you how much of an amazing singing voice I had? Makes women cry just hearing it,” Nate agreed.