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schedule revamp break

march 20 - april 15

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「 @gaillimhe 」

           ❝ If there’s a problem you know I’ll handle it for you-- just tell me.  ❞

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「 @raidstombs 」

           ❝ Ay-- Thomas Shelby is the same. Yes. What do ya want.  ❞

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「 @laurabxw 」

           ❝ Ah ~ Doesn’t look like I can ‘elp ya then. Sorry, but it doesn’t work like tha’. Find someone else.  ❞

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「 MARCUS FISCHBACH 」

           ❝   Felt like the show was a success to me so I believe so, yes! ❞  — Content with the program for tonight– he felt it was a success. Normally he felt like it was always an interesting topic to be talked about, though of course there were times where he was given something less; silly. He welcomed the other though with open arms, needless to say though he hadn’t heard of the family name Shelby at all in London. Of course though, he hadn’t talked to strangers everyday. Mark nodded at his remark though– pleased with hearing someone had well; come to find him. Strange as it was, he thought nothing of it but more than a visit. — ❝   Well it’s a pleasure to meet ya mister Shelby! I can’t say I’ve heard of the name around here, but needless to say it’s always nice to meet someone new. Oh– Mark is just fine by the way ~ It’s easy && simple! But what brings you to the studio mister Shelby? ❞

          Attitude from the young man was striking. Rarely did Thomas ever smile, as he felt comfortable around the presence of the host-- revolver sitting still, confined in his pocket. Lips pressed into a thin upright line as he stood there. Hands folded within one another in front of him, content and professional. It was interesting to see one so relaxed as he was used to the atmosphere of men like himself-- tense and paranoid. That he was still, yet the atmosphere around Mark was different. Welcoming and warm if anything though it was also found slightly concerning as . . . well young men like him should act a bit differently. It only intrigued him to get to know him, though in a professional mannerism. He was here for business purposes, and it would stay that way unless things were to take an unexpected turn for the worst . . . but he highly doubted that from a boy with nothing but smiles.  —  ❝  It’s a pleasure then, Mark. I do wish to conduct some business with you though, perhaps over some drinks would suffice no?  ❞

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「 MARCUS FISCHBACH 」

            The usual broadcast went live for the various length of hours he did every night– nothing too long && nothing too short to entertain the masses as he tried his best to provide variety to the radio stations. With radio being a fairly new thing at this time– he wanted to jump on the train to make sure it was fresh. Mark was a very relatable broadcaster for the younger audience even though his listener demographic was from kids to adults– he was very well likes && his name was certainly one thrown around the streets && papers from time to time. His mic was pushed away from his mouth as he backed up in his chair to stand– turning off his electronics before turning the light off in the room && grabbing his coat to leave. As soon as he locked his studio door though, he turned to see a stranger’s face in the next door way though he wasn’t at all shocked by the presence– the gentleman must of been allowed in since there were secretaries && other workers in the next rooms over.

            Mark stood there a bit awkwardly; a friendly smile showed as he didn’t know what really to say other than to show their presence was welcomed && he was happy to have some company after a long day.  — ❝  Oh– well hey there! Sorry I didn’t hear you get rung in– how are ya? ❞ 

           ❝ Doing quite fine. I assume your show went quite well tonight? I’ve just recently tuned in myself. ❞ — He familiarize himself with the young man’s radio segments-- though he wasn’t able to listen to them all the time. It was very so often though he’d see what he was capable of broadcasting to his audience, and he was quite impressed. Thomas stepped into the room slightly as he met face to face with the shorter man-- regardless of the obvious awkward posture he held, he couldn’t deny that the smile was indeed-- welcoming.  —  ❝  Thomas Shelby-- don’ suppose the names bled into London.  ❞ 

           Although he’d made his mark in the past in London’s most popular section for parties and couples-- he was certain there were still the few districts that remained ignorant to his name. Of course though; there were the people who knew of the name, but not the meaning behind it. Thomas eyed the boy-- everything about him seemed innocent as what wealth perhaps has done to him. It was quite obvious to the eye if one has been through the hardships of tragedy for the world.  —  ❝  Nonetheless-- It’s wonderful to meet the face to the voice, Marcus.  ❞

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「 THE CAPTAIN HIMSELF 」

         ❝  do  i  make  myself  THAT  obvious  ?  ❞            brief  shake  of  the  head  and  the  smallest  of  chuckles  were  heard,   before  blue  hues  fixed  upon  the  opposing  once  again.             ❝  ——  been  told  you’re  the  guy  to  see  if  something  is  needing  taking  care  of  …  heard  nothing  but  good  things.  ❞

           Understanding the possible job on the line, he could help but be filled with intrigue as he tilted his head ever so slightly-- eyes studying the man before him.  —  ❝ As you’ve heard right though I don’ believe that’s all of it. The work comes at a price.  ❞

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「 @regnumdei 」

            ❝ And do tell-- what your business is here in this facility, stranger.  ❞

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「 @onyovrleft 」

            ❝ Ah ~ Well isn’t this a lovely surprise. I presume you are looking fo’ a favor?  ❞

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------I’m back in town and #still hasn’t seen S3 jfc.

Who wants a one-line starter though?

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「 @mcrkiplicr​ 」

            Unable to sit any longer with his company stuck in a rut-- Thomas needed something new to branch out. Drama && shenanigans were holding up any sort of progress to further his expansion; which he did not like at all. It was becoming a problem. What had become apparent to him was the progression of media though. Whilst he took his time to study for further advantages-- it seemed like his work would bring him back to London once more. A radio host had caught his attention with the wide range of listeners that tuned in every day and night to hear him talk about various topics. From news to games, interviews to personal stories; Marcus Edward Fischbach was talk of the streets, and Thomas wanted to be apart of it.

            He took the trip down to London himself to visit the host off the air. An American man no less as he could hear he had no accent for when he spoke. For what an American man was doing in England-- he hadn’t a clue but he seemed very well liked regardless. His body stood within the frame of the doorway, looking into the studio as he watched the man finish up his session before his eyes made contact with the other’s. Arms crossed ever so slightly as he leaned against the frame and awaited his departure from the room.

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「 CRUELLA DE VIL 」

                              what did she want ?? did such a question truly have an ANSWER ?? for what could you give a woman whom had everything she came to desire ?? money. blasé. weaponry. she didn’t need it. notoriety. she’d obtained that herself. && TRUTH be told, by giving him such information, she’d be losing the one thing he couldn’t give her. POWER. control. the upper hand. something that she came to VALUE above all, but one thing. ❛  my price ??  ❜ a DEMEANING laugh slipped from the expanse of CRIMSON features before she drew a cigarette to lips. ❛  oh, darling, you couldn’t AFFORD it. not now. not EVER. ❜

                              it was only then that she stood, obnoxious alabaster FUR draped around her slender silhouette before her attention returned to the man once again. ❛  this has been FUN, wouldn’t you agree ??  ❜ && it was only then that a smile came to grace her countenance, a smile that had come to make many a-man tremble in FEAR as && when they came to see it painted across harsh features. ❛  but, you see, i have far more to GAIN by keeping the information, you NEVER KNOW when it might come in useful. ❜

           Unable to afford her price? Quite the understatement. In fact; she was more than welcome to literally name anything she wanted-- && with no strings attached; would she receive the payment in full. But then again-- perhaps it was her loss for the moment && his own gain. Only time could tell now when the time will be right for him to gain what information she withheld from him. There was only a matter of time of when && if she would require his help or a third party would manage to have the information themselves which he could buy off of. All avenues studied, accounted for-- Thomas as no reason to be deterred from this negotiation that seemed to fail. He merely just stared at her; a look practically saying ‘you had your chance’. Body reclining back in his own chair he just relaxed himself.  —  ❝ As many have told me. Do as you wish then. But don’t expect that offer to come up again for ya miss De Vil.  ❞

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「 UNKNOWN 」

♥ – “ — Glad to see I’m not the only one who thinks so.”       It was more muttered under her breath, something her mother would slap her wrists about. RUDE, she would claim it to be, and most of her society would agree. Then again, Rose didn’t think a lot of things her society would agree with. Gossip and rumors were considering a good majority of the female’s conversations and communications, and the young beauty thought it was, to be blunt, STUPID.        “I wasn’t being all too serious, sir. You hardly look like the GOSSIPING type.”       It was a COMPLIMENT.

           ❝ Well, yer more than welcome to what you want about me or to me. ❞ — Even though in agreeing with one another; Thomas still had this bitter tone to himself. Not his fault. But no one could quite know if he was being sarcastic, serious, happy, sad-- he was a complete mystery. Though rumors to him where childish play things that become meaningless.  —  ❝  ’Compliment or not-- it wouldn’ bother me in the slightest. Why should I care what you think of me.  ❞

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「 UNKNOWN 」

        ↳  ❝ Well sorry ‘ta break it ‘ta ya but I’m not a kid. And quite frankly; I’m not makin’ assumptions.  ❞ — An attitude started to form only a bit before anything else. A bit offended he was called a kid; he was twenty-two and just as much of a man as any other male in England. So to say not to get involved? … Kind of sounded cliché. And if anything else; his Irish accent became more defining when he was serious.

        ↳  ❝ Yer all so secretive. It’s just an obvious clue that people like you are up ‘ta no good. ❞

          Thomas was about five seconds away from just walking away with no other word. The young man standing before him was ignorant by the shadows that plague the streets of the world-- the hidden businesses, crimes, deals; anything happening under the noses of the civilians who suspect nothing but mere trade. His lips pursed slightly as his eyes scanned the lad once more-- a quiet sigh..  —  ❝  What are ya tryin’ to get at kid.  ❞

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「 UNKNOWN 」 

          ❝ if this world had taught me anything, there is no such thing as a soft landing. ❞ 

           ❝ Only sometimes. Quite the pessimist aren’t we? ❞

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「 UNKNOWN 」

            There’s a small nod of her head as she couldn’t really argue with the other.  ❝ Good point. ❞  Her hands are in the air in an attempt to sway the other into believing she wasn’t planning on doing any harm.  ❝ Could you take that out of my face? Who the hell are you anyway? ❞

           ❝ A bit of a polita’ way of askin’ would of been nicer. ❞

           The gun lowered to his side; placed into the inside of his coat as he never broken eye contact away from the stranger. But hell; he wasn’t a man of many words anyway-- && even now he wasn’t sure of what to say. No business could be had unless it was with food rations.  —  ❝  Thomas Shelby.  ❞ 

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♥ – With the gentle lift of her brows, the redhead seemed rather almost INTERESTED – confused, but interested, nonetheless.         “ —— I take it that you just so happen to skip across that information simply by RUMOR, or what?”

            There was a light shake of his head, a soft && quiet sigh as his head tilted to one side. If anything-- he had a bit of a smirk on his lips but nothing drastically noticeable; though rumors? He wasn’t a child.  —  ❝  Depends. Upon what you wish ‘ta believe-- I have certain connections with people of every kind. Though with a guess that how I got this information was by rumor . . . then I’ll ‘ave to say that rumors can be very unreliable, faulty && honestly-- not worth my time.  ❞