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        ❛  WHAT ARE you starin’ at ? ❜

          COAT WRAPPED AROUND WIDE SHOULDERS,           he offers a very tired, very disdainful grimace.Crus-           ted  streaks of  blood  streak his  lower  neck,  just           staining the jut his collarbone.

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               — DO NOT STAY DOWN.

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goldsearch.

   ❝You look like a STRONG guy, yeah?    How about you give me a boost up that window?❞

          ❛  NOT STRONG enough to break out a pair                 of handcuffs. You out of your damn mind ? ❜

               NOT ABOUT TO GET ARRESTED.

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Starter call. Might mosey on into ur ask, too.

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herohedonist.

           ❛       Of course – only once have I been stung, I suppose my lady was a bee. I neglected to pry out her stinger, though – I feel her in my veins.        ❜

But that’s all he should say on that – speaking heavily of the silken butterfly that had once rested upon his shoulder only drew him to fall into a state of sadness. Frustration. Distress. What use is it? She’s stuck in the belly of earth – swallowed up by the beast that is Tartarus. And he looks towards Donovan, somehow keeping his smile.

          ❛       Oh, well. New possibilities greet us each day.         ❜

Well – maybe not him. But whatever. 

                 It’s been fifteen YEARS. 

      HE’S HAD PLENTY of  days and his possibilities have        been less than courteous with their greetings.        One        knuckle briefly scrubs his upper lip in thought.   A glan-        ce back,  like he’s  looking for  an exit  but  there’s  no        need to escape. 

                JUST JUMP OUT YOUR HEAD, MAN.                   IT’S NOT THAT EASY, ICE MAN.

                ❛  WHERE YOU FROM ? ❜

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solarcasting.

                well. far be it for her to bother someone                 when they don’t want to be bothered. she                 leaned herself against the bar, a hand on                 her hip.

                “no problem, darlin’. do you                  need me to call you a cab?”

      DARK KNUCKLES RUB  ACROSS A SLIGHTLY        damp forehead and he slides off his stool. It takes        him a second to function with his tired hands, but        they  don’t shake when  he  settles his tab  on the        counter,  rapping briefly  on what he doesn’t think        is real wood.

     ❛  I’M NOT DRUNK. But thanks, kiddo. ❜

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[outkast voice] mama

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inchoaate.

it encourages a bit of digging, rooting, his pockets are wormholes to other dimensions that when he trusts one pocket with one thing, he finds it deposited into another. when he does eventually come to stray upon it, that elusive wallet, gale finds his bill — and sees it offered out.    “ like i said, no problem. been there. woulda been nice i had a hand then, once in    a while. “

            CALLOUSED FINGERS CLOSE AROUND THE BILL               and he’s grateful.   No shame to follow, just happy he               can get these goddamn  Gatorades  for the   Ice Man.               As he gathers the drinks  into a plastic  bag and hauls               it over his shoulder, he offers a hand. 

           ❛  DON. WHAT’S your name, I’ll pay the cash forward. ❜  

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Donovan was adopted into a white, lower middle-class family when he was eleven years old after a lengthy battle with the system and several temporary homes. Donovan’s actions with his son have been, in a sense, cyclical, as he adopted a newborn white boy when he was just twenty-four. It was a subconscious decision, and not one he voiced directly, but instead projected vicariously through his wife--- at the time.

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herohedonist.

           ❛       Donovan — it’s a pleasure. I am Dante.        ❜

It would be fine, the Cupid knows, if Donovan were to begin slandering his ex-wife – how could Dante mind? He knows that at times, his arrows are all too blind and all too messy, and despite his intent not meaning to be cruel, he doesn’t exactly regret the will of his quiver. His lack of humanity in regards to his occupation is what keeps the universe in balance.

He smiles – disarming, bright-eyed.

            ❛       – Some women are wasps, don’t you think? Bees will perish after stinging you but once – but wasps? Hah!       ❜

        ❛  LEAVE YOU stingin’. Yeah. ❜   

                HONEST MISTAKE OR NOT, THIS KID’S CROOKED           arrow shot his ass up and left him high and dry with a barely           -paid apartment deal and too much time to cultivate himself.           Here he is,  fifteen  years later  and  still  finding  himself  far           more interested in CONCRETE than women. 

        ❛  DANTE. SEEM to know an awful lot about wasps. ❜    

              ’For your age’ is left unsaid.  After all, the Ice Man’s           just  breaching a  certain age and his  adages  and  wizened           ways know no bounds--- especially not AGE. 

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raodar.

                ❝ i am not—-! i’m just, uh, FUCK.                    yeah, okay, so what if i am? ❞

       ❛  SO... WHAT. So what if you are. If you are,          this place’s gonna chew you up ‘n spit you          back out before you get a single tax return. ❜  

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Will Smith on the set of Suicide Squad

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              KNOCK YOU DOWN TO YOUR KNEES                    TO REPENT FOR YOUR WEAK ASS

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Donovan generally seems distant and detached. Cliche as his life’s turning out to be, when his wife left him he shut down. Of course, he’s still a good father. A great one. But his general tolerance for the human race doesn’t really extend beyond his son. He’ll pretend. He’ll smile. And nod. And shake your hand. And have hours of conversation with you. But he’s not listening. He's just very good at pretending.  

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                    ❛  DONNY ? HEY, DONNY, BABY ? ❜          

                    ❛  HM ? ❜            

                    ❛  DONNY, LOOK AT ME. ❜  

                        SHE SOUNDS UPSET,  SO HE SLOWLY TURNS,                         shifting the sleeping  toddler in  his arms to glance                         over the back of the sofa. Bam.          There she is---                         curves and glory,  bengals on her wrist and  suitca-                         ses at her feet.     A bemused smile just barely quir-                         ks the  edge of his  mouth and his gaze pops back                         and forth, near panicked,  between  her   bags and                         her kid. Her fucking child.    Don turns his back on                         her--- because he wants to cut her off early.       If                         she’s leaving, he won’t make this domestic. Won’t                         get on his knees.  Let her make this choice and ab-                         andon  the two men  in her life  she vowed  to love                         and cherish.

                    ❛  TONY CAN DRAW UP THE DIVORCE SHIT. ❜  

                    ❛  DONNY, I--- ❜  

                    ❛  HUSH LITTLE ICE MAN, DON’T SAY A WORD---- ❜ 

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