noyahrz
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jesse wouldn’t normally give two or even one shit about someone rykir had mentioned to him. usually, it was just the names of people he’d killed earlier that day. but today, he’s been told about some other kid who he apparently /didn’t/ want to kill. he wanted to know what the hype was about, and standing before the kid now, he still didn’t understand. a hard and unwavering stare as he stood there, watching his every move carefully.
noyahrz
( @PETRlCHORS ) jesse blinked and shrugged his shoulders a bit before taking his hands out of the side pockets of his black leather jacket and raising them slowly so as not to alarm the boy in any way to want to hurt him or run away, though he highly doubted this guy was one to run from problems. his hands moved in fixed motions, forming the letters with his fingers that spelt out, ‘do you sign?’ he was/not/ going to speak. not like he could anyways. could, or didn’t want to. may never know. but as far as anyone did know, he was the silent type. a silent killer. vex. he was ‘vex’ to people because he vexed them completely. a true mystery to all.
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PETRlCHORS
╱ @STRIKINGS . cory was just sat on a bench placed in front of a misty park and beside the old, cracked sidewalk. it could either be eleven o'clock or midnight. cory has simply lost count and also goes not give a care at the moment. once his gaze met the others, his being just as intense but he looked a little confused. a flash of something in his fluorescent hazel eyes. "can i help you, sir?" he asked, taking the polite route and crossing one leg over the other, rubbing his clammy hands on his black jeans which his red button-up shirt was tucked into.
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