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bonnicparker​:

Starter for: @ofsharpshooters​

Setting: Toklas’s B&B

Bonnie couldn’t remember the last time she had seen Clyde this agitated. It was a familiar look, though - the way she had seen him get when they’d been cornered before. There was tension all up and down his frame, and she couldn’t quite stop herself from slipping in, sliding her hand into the crook of his elbow. 

“Baby, your pacin’ is makin’ me nauseous.” She gave his bicep a little squeeze. “Why don’t we get a drink and go on upstairs, mm? If we’re stayin’ the night here, we might as well claim a room. It’ll be quieter.”

clyde felt half ready to explode, but some of the tension drained out of his shoulders at bonnie’s touch alone --- not gone, simply calmed, soothed, the worst of it contained. as much as she danced with his demons, she was damn good at silencing them too, & he always went gentler with her. “yeah, alright,“ he said slowly, eyes locked on the door, boring holes in the wood, before he tore his gaze away & looked back to her, something unsettled in his eyes. he pulled her a little bit closer, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead, steadying himself with the familiar motion. he picked up their drinks without so much as a word to anyone else, the sharpness only leaving when they were walking up the stairs, closer to being alone. “there are too many goddamn people in this place.”

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deacosta​:

open to everyone !

     "That’s show business, baby,“ Mercedes found the concept of trying to flee the confinement of their yearly tea party a fruitless, ignorant effort. Not only for the impossible difficulty of cutting through Purgatory ice–but, she hadn’t even gotten a chance to speak with Alice, yet. Apparently, the reality of being trapped in a building filled with attractive people across numerous eras was not an unpleasant one.

     She was not unaware of the likely possibility of a secret tryst in an empty room, or a stolen kiss over a scratchy jazz tune. That being said, Mercedes crossed her legs in a plush, velvet chair that sat squarely in the parlor, reaching between a fellow partygoer’s legs to snatch another square of fudge from the decorated platter on the coffee table, "Better get comfortable. Got a light?”

clyde paced back & forth, feeling a little bit like a caged animal. he’d barely wanted to come in the first place, & being stuck here ? no fucking thank you. it wasn’t that he was totally antisocial guy --- clyde could easily charm a room when he wanted to --- he just couldn’t see any scenario where he didn’t end up punching at least one person, & being stuck in close quarters with purgatory’s whole police force was fucking nightmare material.

he forced himself to stop as mercedes spoke, regaining his cool composure. he pulled a lighter out of his pocket & tossed it to her, finding a nearby seat with the beginnings of an air of resignation. “this isn’t going to end well.”

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Walt Whitman, “To One Shortly to Die”, Leaves of Grass

[Text ID: “I am exact and merciless, but I love you —”]

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cestnapoleon​:

 “The real crux of fame is a desert named in your honour - but like I said, you’ll get there kiddo.  A movie or two is a respectable start. Don’t fret; Death Car for Cutie would suffice for a rock band name.” Clyde had resolved within himself to prod Napoleon’s pliable ego, with rapid language undercutting his infamy; an amused smile, forced and strained, coloured Napoleon’s countenance in return. “I’d be wounded, but it’d confirm my faith in the American educational system. I’ll finish the blurb about you, in the back of my new copy of ‘fifty interesting criminals’.” He owned no such beast, nor would he waste his time devouring books, not dedicated to chronicling his own life. “You and Miss Parker are simply so cultured, I had to assume a holiday or two in Europe, had cultivated such a fine young couple.” As swiftly as Clyde had done, he proposed bitting, swiping comments, meant only to leave a momentary sting. “Ah yes, and this family of yours….Texas, was it? Perhaps one of those Carolina’s.” Perhaps the greatest compliment the Emperor could bestow upon the fledgling country, was its inspiring, accumulated land mass. “Beautiful, isn’t it? That rare common ground between us. You missed a spot on the counter, right there. I’ve been thinking of a new music night, of sorts. Aside from Miss Parker’s usual stylings.” 

“a rock band ? now that, i can do. we can cover that waterloo song.” he did now guitar, after all, & there was already a band named after him. the forced strain of napoleon’s smile brought clyde a little hint of victorious satisfaction, proof that he could still get slightly under the other man’s skin when he really wanted to. “yeah, that’s a deserved lack of faith.” he laughed at fifty interesting criminals, ghost of a smile crooked, more like a smirk. “who needs the big leagues when i get that, huh ? “ it was clearly joking, but really --- up there with capone, with billy the kid, that was the best he could ask for. “nah, it’s a shame, though. europe turns people out so well, look at that arthur wellesley --- what a guy.” it was a low blow, but he didn’t much care, no real menace behind it. “carolinas really can’t make this brand of mean.” he wiped down the section of the counter napoleon pointed out, tilting his head at his idea. “what is it ? “

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“we are at the crossroads, my little outlaw, and this is the map of my heart, the landscape after cruelty”

— Richard Siken, Snow and Dirty Rain

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TRUTH + if you could go back, would you do anything differently?

“i wouldn’t get caught.”

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TRUTH + do you ever wish you could have lived an honest life?

clyde’s eyes flashed with anger, wild & fierce. “an honest life ? what, sitting on some fucking farm out in texas, planting crops until my fingers bleed, living a life of just --- fucking dust & dirt until i died in my sleep ? that’s not a life. that’s being trapped. that’s suffocating.” he falls quiet, hands curled into fists. “ & if i had the money for that shit, i absolutely would’ve fucking taken it.” he clenches his jaw, lips twitching in a scowl. “but i didn’t. i didn’t. so my honest life would’ve just been starving. it would’ve just been starving. i wish i never had the problems that got me in this shit in the first place, but i did, so now i just wish i’d shot up some more banks before they got a bullet in me.”

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TRUTH + have you met anyone here who has surprised you?

“napoleon,” clyde says without any hesitation. “he’s ... surprisingly okay. a dick, but okay. well --- most of the royalty surprised me, to be honest. it’s funny, seeing all these high & mighty rulers living like us commoners. nice to see them knocked down a couple of pegs.”

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TRUTH + would you have changed things with bonnie or any of the others if you knew how it would end?

“i woulda ... i woulda said goodbye to my mama, hugged her a little tighter. told my sister i loved her,” he says, & it’s soft, too soft, & there’s something coiling in his stomach, dark & dangerous. “ & i would’ve shot that fucking kid w.d. before he could get to the cops.” the sentence is practically a snarl, the ferocity in it surprising even him. he’s not --- he hasn’t said that before. w.d. was just a kid, a good kid, only sixteen, he’d wanted out, they let him out. clyde doubts he’d meant to get them killed, but --- he can’t find it in him to care, some nights.

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TRUTH SERUM TIME ! 

SEND  ‘ TRUTH ‘  +  A  QUESTION  AND  MY  MUSE  HAS  TO  ANSWER.  NO  LYING  ALLOWED.

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HORDE & ETERNALS

when things are going wrong around them, who do they turn to for help ? he’s very fiercely self reliant, but he trusts bonnie.

if they were a worshipped entity, what would they be the patron of ? what offerings would they want to be left at their shrines ? well this is an obvious pick, but patron of thieves, or even just ... really fast cars. clyde likes his cars. leave him coins or well worn tools, used up bullet casings, & you’ll have his favor.

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ARCAN’DOR & N’ZOTH

what is something completely contradictory about who they are ? ( ie. things they like, personal views, dreams, etc. )  he can be surprisingly gentle, for, y’know, a ruthless murderer. he goes real soft with kids.

what is something they tend to try to overcompensate for ? fear. he hasn’t truly been afraid of anything other than losing bonnie since eastham, since crowder, but he was absolutely terrified then, & a lot of his harshness, his ruthlessness, comes from never wanting to feel like that again.

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👁 + regret (bonnie)

he cups her face, studying her expression with a kind of quiet intensity. “i don’t,” he says, slow & fierce. “i don’t regret a single goddamn thing. not even the killing. not even the dying.”

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👁 + disapproval

clyde shifts slightly, too proud to look away or duck his head, but quietly unsettled by how much she reminds him of his mother like this, the same reproach in her graze. “knock it off,” he snaps, not as much bite behind it as he’d like.

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👁 + annoyance (caesar)

clyde grins, crooked & smug, absolutely no warmth behind it, eyes sharp with malice. “hey, you can always leave the bar. but until then --- you’re stuck with me.” his customer service abilities ... truly legendary.