#[ Sᴇᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴɪᴍᴏsɪᴛʏ ] 一 IC.

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          "But of course they are! Then they're yours. Yours to do what you want! Break someone and you control them like and adorable little puppet!" The engine of his Lust Cannon hummed as he held it, a giggle rising in his throat and bubbling through his lips.           "You want me to stop something you're fond of? Well, that doesn't make any sense, darling!" His laughter gets louder as he lets out a little spurt of flame. The eye that was visible narrowed and a sly grin silently crept across his face. 

          "Do you not want to play with me? Are you trying to run away? You can't, those doors won't open until I'm satisfied. So you better get to work, you cheeky little brat! Daddy's waiting!" Pointing the cannon upward, Dylan releases a long stream of flame, shouting with excitement as he did so. When he was done, he returned his attention to the new play thing, brushing up against one of his poles and stroking the length of his weapon.

          "Don't be afraid..! I won't hurt you, not yet!"

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          “Volunteer..?” His laughter turns into a coughing fit as he lazily turns his head to observe the man. “Am I volunteering for a phsycial, doc? Oohoo, be as thorough as you want!” An irritated growl leaves him as he tries to sit up- god he feels so weak! How pathetic.

          “Say, do you have any food around here? I’ve been starving. Almost tempted to eat the fuckers out there myself!” Despite how disgusting that would be... desperate times called for desperate measures! “What kind of thing you running here, Doc? This place looks like shit, and you look like a janitor.” What with the rubber gloves and all. Where did Dylan end up? Upon further inspection, this place looked shady. A place where one might be murdered- or worse.

          “What kind of doctor did you say you were...?”

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         “Meddle?” Dylan rolls his eye and sighs. “I didn’t touch anything of your you fucking idiot. I don’t care about you, your plans, or anything surrounding you for that matter. You’re boring and I’ve lost interest. Why would I meddle in some worthless person’s trash?” His eye fixes Albert with a glare and his lip curls to reveal his unusually sharp teeth.

          “Go back, hm? Gladly, Dollface. One problem though! You’re blocking my fuckin’ path.”

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@nicholas-wolfwoodLiked for a starter!

          It was uncertain how he came to be here. Perhaps he had carried himself here and completely forgot thanks to the amount he had to drink last night, or perhaps, should he choose to entertain the crazy side of him he was dragged here through magic? Either way, Dylan was here and he was hot

          Not hot in the sense of looks, but feeling. He was sweating and his leather chaps were beginning to stick to him and his underwear was riding up his ass- and not in a good way! No, he was not in a good spot. Despite being nearly naked and exposed, he felt like he was under the flames of his own Lust cannon and he definitely needed water and needed it fast. Currently he was hiding out in some shade cast by an older and seemingly abandoned building.

          The people here were weird, but Dylan knew he was worse. No one was walking up to him, hardly anyone had the balls to stare. It hurt him a little, if he was being honest. He doesn't dress this way to be ignored! But the heat- oh boy that heat- he couldn't care right now! Water, cool air, and maybe some food... that's all he wanted. Some good rest too! But he didn't want to move from his spot, the sun was too hot! So he whimpers instead, muttering to himself that this heat is ridiculous and that he's probably going to die in it. What an unsexy way to die. Dehydration. What would he look like as a shriveled up corpse?

          "Hideous!" He hisses to himself. "Ugly! Disgusting!" Alright. Time to brave the heat! With a grumble, he stands and steps into the sunlight, pulling his hat over his ears and making a beeline to the street. Where was food? Water? A place to rest? He doesn’t know this town, no one will help him because they’re too busy avoiding him, and he’s utterly lost. Don’t these people have signs?!

          “Where can a man find some food around here?! You’re all like brain dead chicken! Useless!” 

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          Tired... that’s what he felt... oh, and pain too! It takes some jostling from Morrie’s end to finally get him to wake up, but once he does, he lets out a long groan of pain. His head was pounding. Just his head too. The rest of him feels numb and reality felt like a dream. It was a concussion, he recognized the feeling thanks to his dead father.

          “Keep your voice down...” He sounds hoarse. Is throat is dry and he is feeling quite thirsty. They must’ve been here a while, or Dylan had been kicking and screaming... He vaguely remembers what happened before finally conking out, but not by much. An attack and then he woke up here. Who had attacked him, he didn’t know. Couldn’t be the Spider Queen behind him though, seeing as he was tied to her.

          It doesn’t quite hit Dylan yet, but his mask and eye patch were both gone, just like Morrie’s bandanna. In fact, most of his things (which weren’t a lot) were missing. Now he was just some fluffy haired psycho in a thong. They didn’t even leave him his boots! Fucking assholes!

          “Where are we..?” He mumbles, casting his eyes to the ceiling and anywhere he could to try and get his bearings. “I don’t feel good...”

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          “Looking into is just a prettier term for stalking, and you’re wrong about whatever information you ‘found’. The only ways they die is if they don’t please me by doing as I say or if I grow bored of them.” Which, often times it was the first. Believe it or not, even in a zombie apocalypse, people still don’t follow the rules! Even if he told them they’d live if they did so, there were plenty that didn’t.

          Dylan raises an eyebrow as the papers are presented before him. He see’s the spot to sign and immediately the urge to get it over with rises, but only a fool would sign something without reading the important shit.... then again, only a bigger fool would sign and think the contract could be kept in times like these. Still, not wanting to rush into something that could be screwed over him, Dylan skims over the contents.

          “What does that mean, thirty minutes of your time? You think you’re worth that much?” What would thirty minutes entail? Anything Dylan wanted or something Albert had secretly planned? “Tell me, what are the rules for this thirty minutes.”

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"These 'r thin's ya take a chance fer." (Morrie)

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          “For you, they are.” But for himself? No. This sort of thing just wasn’t possible for him anymore. Probably never really was. “You are a foolish thing, you know that? Sexy, but stupid.” He turns his back to her, fiddling with a random… something. He can’t quite focus on it at the moment. This situation was causing him anxiety.

          “I’ve stopped seeking moments like these long ago. You want that sort of validation? Find another cowboy.”

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          “I’m baaaaaack! Did anybody miss me? Rhetorical question, of course you did! Now, what did I miss?”

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{|CONTIELIATROS|}: "You ruin everything, just like always!"

Violent/Painful Starter Pack

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          “Oh, is that so…?” He sounds hurt. He sounds wounded… but he really isn’t. Truth is, he stopped caring what this man thought about him long ago. He did not care what they thought or said to him anymore. To Dylan, they were worthless.

          “I’m sorry I can’t be more assed to give a damn, sweatheart… but the truth is, I don’t fucking care!”

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{|CONTIELIATROS|}: Beat my muse until they can't fight back.

Aggressive

♛ - for your muse to beat mine until they can’t fight back

         Now, Dylan was a glutton for punishment. He liked to be hit, especially as a result of something he had done to intentionally get that result. However, Dylan could not suffer anything harder than a flogger. Anything more and it really started to hurt and drained his mood. He was a glass canon. He could deal some damage of his own, powerful enough to be considered a threat but… with a pathetic defense. He was easy to bruise and easy to down once you got up close and personal with him.

         Just as Albert had done.

         Dylan had said something that pissed him off- he can’t remember now that his head was turning, but what started out as something exciting turned into something horribly painful. He tried desperately to get the surgeon to stop, begging him even (which he hardly ever did), putting up his arms and crying for the man to stop. But he didn’t. Those swings just kept on coming and Lust eventually felt the exhaustion kick in. He was growing distant and lifting his arms was becoming harder and harder with each blow the man dealt… it came to the point where he could no longer lift his arms to even defend himself.

         So he simply lays there, whimpering with each it, hoping that the rage would end and the man would see that Lust had successfully been beaten down- that he knew his place in this home. He was not ruler. He was not the daddy. He was the spider to the scorpion. Both deadly creatures, but the spider, like a fool, stepped over the boundaries of the scorpion and prick goes the scorpion's tail...

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“what the hell are you talking about?”

Bonnie & Clyde : The Musical [Act One]

           “What the hell do you think, girl?” Dylan rests his weight upon the cell bars, giving the woman a big toothy grin. “The recently murdered woman? Whore. That’s why she died. You said so yourself, eh? The way she died was angry and all over the place? Do you not see it?” It didn’t take much, at least in Dylan’s eyes, to spot that the thing tying all the latest victims together was the nature of their jobs. Working girls- put nicely. Whoever had been killing them seemed awfully angry at them- for what reason? Well… Dylan could name a few.

          “Think about it.” He taps his temple. “He probably thinks they’re disgusting and that he’s doing the city a favour- ridding the streets of the nasty women that walk down them, enticing others to a life of sin.”  He pushes himself off from the bars and does a little stretch, sighing in relief. 

          “I’ve seen it before, in Los Perdidos.”

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          Well...? She had him there. He growls something under his breath as she fumbled around with the piece some more. What did she expect him to do? NOT wear it? It was a protector. Being who he was, he needed something like this or else suffer a swift kick to the balls and be downed instantly. That sort of vulnerability, unless voluntary, was something that could kill him. It was to make sure his nuts didn’t end up in his throat.

          “Can’t you hurry? It’s not hard to remove, I should know.”

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what is,,,, your favorite slang,,, for someones penor,,,,,

          “Oh, I have many! There’s beef bullet, bacon bazooka, sperm worm, purple-helmeted love warrior, gurgle snawf, wand of life, scrotum totem, tube steak, weenis, purple-nozzled yogurt slinger, zipper sausage; but my absolute favourite is schlong-a-long-a-ding-dong.”

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          “Thinking? There’s no drug for that, darling.” A shiver runs up his spine, the hairs on his arms rising in response. Hear that? Practically begging. Wouldn’t that be such a sweet sound. With a snort of laughter, Dylan crouches next to the mad doctor and gingerly cups his cheek.

          “What was that? I’m afraid I’m a little deaf. You’ll have to speak louder.” Louder until Lust can hear... and then beg for him to relieve you. Beg for him to help you and your little predicament. Beg him to go hard, beg him to be gentle, beg him to do whatever he pleases so long as he does something! How loud could that pretty voice go, he wondered? What noises could he coax out of the depths of his chest?

          “What is it that you want?”

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Albert's given you a couple chances, Dylan, but they all ended up flopping like his limp dick.

          “I. Don’t. Chase. You want relief? You tell me. You let me hear you beg for it! I don’t chase the meat hanging by the string, I’m not some idiot that can be dragged around by the promise of dick or pussy. You crave something that I can give, you come to me and get it. It’s like a store. Wal-Mart won’t come to you with their damn products just because you promise money!”

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dobrizdravnik replied to your post: I suppose that Dylan could do better?

he’s more offended about the filthy part than anything

What’s that? He can’t hear you. Dylan’s pouting. Not that he cares, anyway.