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        HE KNOWS THREE THINGS.   1,  when he’s being trailed.   2,  when he’s cornered.   3,  how to turn the tables.  she’s small,  and he can see her ducking through the crowds before him,  one hand pressing to what he’s sure is a comm in her ear.   so he blends,  ducks his head,  sidesteps twice.   he CATCHES her right as she turns and in a flash, he grips the soft spots above her elbows and hauls her out of the flow of traffic. there’s an alcove, discreet enough to him to push her against the wall with a forearm against her throat and hot breath against skin.  with a voice that settles underneath tense muscles and strained vocal chords,     ❛    who are you ?   why are you following me ?      ––– what do you want ?    ❜

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                    falling behind the mark, elaine ducks behind a couple walking the street. stomach churning, her heart wishes she wasn’t ALONE on this tail. regretting the earpiece commentary, she clenches her jaw to stop herself from dislodging the piece of technology. it’s too rigid, the whole situation, her feet too heavy on the sidewalk; she can feel something OFF in the mission. and it’s distracted her too much until she runs into a solid figure, blue eyes wide in surprise, face to face with the target.

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He was beautiful in a way deadly things always are.

p.d || (project rewrite)

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so i finally got around to checking out blogs and i'm in awe of your theme oh my goodness!!

      –– CRYOKILL.      thANK YOU SO MUCH FROND KSJDHFdjkh.  IM GONNA SCREAM.  your theme makes me v vvv happy.

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woken up like an animal, teeth ready for sinking. my mind’s lost in bleak vision. i tried to escape but i keep sinking. limbs lost to a dead wait steak, skull cage like a prison; underneath the skin there’s a human. buried deep within there’s a human. and despite everything i’m still human.  ––––  but i think i’m dying here.

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‘I thought you were supposed to be a monster,’ she says. There is surprise in her eyes, her tone, and I don’t know what to make of it.  ‘Occasionally I’m human.'  She smiles, and I hope she sees what I truly mean.  I yearn for her to see past the veil. I need her to understand this very simple fact: For her, I can try to be human.

so please, I beg quietly, don’t give up on me yet ( n.s. )

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@saintlydiablo.

      ❛    whoa, buddy.  don’t get your stompers all twisted up.    ❜     he speaks with his hands up in surrender.  a briefcase hangs from his right thumb, and he ducks into the tent out of the thunderstorm outside. he offers a smile as a TREATY.    ❛   wie geht's? Wie fühlen Sie sich nach diesem Schritt? sah ziemlich genial.    ❜

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woken up like an animal, teeth ready for sinking. my mind’s lost in bleak vision. i tried to escape but i keep sinking. limbs lost to a dead wait steak, skull cage like a prison; underneath the skin there’s a human. buried deep within there’s a human. and despite everything i’m still human.  ––––  but i think i’m dying here.

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The Bourne Identity

“I can tell you the license plate numbers of all six cars outside. I can tell that our waitress is left-handed and the guy sitting up at the counter weights 215 pounds and know how to handle himself. I know the best place to look for a gun is the cab of gray truck outside. And at this altitude,I can run flat-out for a half mile before my hands start shaking. Now why would I know that? How can I know that and not know who I am?”

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Hey, Will? I don’t know a lot. You see this? All this shit? It’s not your fault.                                                            Good Will Hunting (1997) dir. Gus Van Sant

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You died screaming, yet the monster who took your place was silent.

H. A. (via lycanking)