"I’d be very grateful if I didn’t end up in either tonight, AJ…"
"Well, at least if you get in trouble I still got friends in high places. What did you get in this time?”
"Welcome to Detroit, where every day is an adventure trip to either a: the medical center, or b: the DPD rut."
I could have told you that…
Why are they so dumb
Because boys are taught young to be dumb. They are taught that they can do more than any woman can… and the lot of them just think with the head between their legs.
Before the day came he would divide the life from the body of every one of them…
A man, valued for his talents, saw them to be fruitless when he felt the heat of the sun burning at his pale flesh. Yet, alive as he felt, his mind zoned elsewhere. A man of talent. A man whom had sought for the golden embrace of the sun, hands outstretched to grasp on and deepen it into his heart like the shining goal before him, did he forget about the wings on his back. The wings that had been affixed to his back with wax… How he forgot— disobeying an order— that one by one, quickly and surely, did those wings fall from him sending him down, down, down—
—into the sea below. Unbeknownst of his fate.
❝And change never comes without pain.❞
I am Project Icarus. —♔
Semi-Private Indie Deus Ex: Human Revolution roleplay
Whoever thought it was a good idea to glorify the life of a spy was obviously someone who had never been part of the life. It wasn’t as glamorous as the books and movies made it out to be. Sure, there are times where you’re in a tux at a black tie event, trying to bed a very attractive woman (or man, as the case might be from time to time) to get them to spill secrets. Most of the time, though, it was like this.
Out of breath, Alex had been running up and down alleys for a good ten minutes in an attempt to lose the guys with guns. They wanted to put a bullet in his head and to take the little piece of information he had tucked into one of the false pockets in his shirt. It seemed safe to walk out onto the street and blend in.
That was until he turned the corner and ran right into possibly the last person in the world he wanted to see. With a huff, he shook his head.
”Great. Right when you think your night can’t get any worse, you run into Adam Jensen.”
The hound is just so tired. What exactly was he doing here again? Adam knew that he lingered in this area for a particular reason under some guise of a quickie mission… however, he could honestly admit to not paying attention to any brief messages. It truthfully came with the job profession of ignoring top brass without a second thought.
Leaning against the smooth brick of the building beside him, the guard sat idle. With as exhausted as he was, whatever the situation was tonight could wait until another night… right? Perhaps he could get an update of what he was actually supposed to be doing… maybe he’ll actually pay attention that time too.
The sudden voice was a shock to say the least. Prying him from his repetitive thoughts, a snort came abruptly. Seemed like the past was coming to haunt him.
"—And here I thought every bastard who knew
my name thought I was dead. Huh, I wasn’t
aware my name still held such a negative stigma.”
birthday: january 16
single or taken: single
eye color: dark brown
middle name: Nichelle
favorite color: blue, black, red, and gold.
lucky number: 666 (hail stan.) — I don’t know.
hogwarts house: Slytherin
favorite fictional character: all of my muses.
favorite television show: it’s a fight between guilty pleasure shows and cartoons.
favorite season: spring and autumn.
describe yourself in a few words: the loud asshole. :|
meaning of your name: victorious maiden — using my middle name… as I usually do.
ultimate otp: TOO MANY TO COUNT. er… list.
What do you plan to/do for a living: Writer/Author. One day.
starbucks order: Tall caramel frappe.
THIS OR THAT:
introvert or extrovert: introvert
dawn or dusk: dusk
righty or lefty: righty
coffee or tea: both
rain or shine: rain
reading or writing: writing
Look-y here, look's like we got ourselves a boy scout!
"Oh fuck me…”
"To whomever is coming through my front door:
If you have nothing to help me feel better than
I do right now, I don’t want any. If you’re here to
be sick with me, I hope you brought a hot toddy
or tea. Tea would be preferred.”