just a momentI wore a time stained dress that reached halfway to Hell. Pretty blond curls sat upon my head, grasping desperately at Heaven’s gates. People blurred past in a moment spent staring at the stars that twinkled brightly in the midday sky. Joy striped socks peeked over the tops of my shoes, hoping to catch a glimpse of what I could see, and at that moment, traffic became quiet.just a moment by ~BewareTheZombies
The moment drifted on with the current and horns began to honk again. The clatter of voices filled the air. The stars became skyscraper windows and planes that buzzed overhead like flies. The wonder left, dragged away with that moment. I continued on my way through
ReasonsThe thief takes a sip from his glass, staring across the room. “Hey, do you guys remember when you first arrived in this town and joined the Guild?” The con artist nods, and the assassin speaks a small ‘yes’. “I remember trudging into town with a bag on my back and a flute in my hand, hoping to become a musician or bard or something. I was roughly fourteen years of age, and I had big dreams. Though I failed miserably at reaching my goals, I soon became a talented pickpocket. One day, I stole from a member of the Guild. They didn’t realize it was me until the next day. Thinking I’d be a good fit, theyReasons by ~BewareTheZombies
A Thief An Assassin and A Con Artist“So, a thief, an assassin, and a con artist walk into a bar,” the assassin starts, his eyes glowing with laughter.A Thief An Assassin and A Con Artist by ~BewareTheZombies
The thief chuckles wildly. The con artist snorts. “And then what happens?” he poses, his tone implying that the joke was terrible.
Recovering, the thief finally joins in. “Well, the thief proposes the three of them get so drunk that even the bartender seems beautiful. They then proceed to hunt for lovely young ladies to stay the night with.”
“Ah, but my dear man,” the con artist begins, “our friend here is no longer on the market. What a shame. We used to have such wonderf
ExpressionHe was a strange child. People who didn’t know him wouldn’t understand him. People who didn’t understand thought there was something wrong with him. The people who thought there was something wrong with him wouldn’t get to know him and would never understand him. It wasn’t Nero’s fault. He simply didn’t want to talk. That was all. It isn’t like he couldn’t. He just didn’t. Most of the people around him spoke with harsh, foul words and sharp, demanding tongues. Grandfather had told Nero not to speak like them. Speaking like that would make him seem arrogant, uneducated, and rude, amonExpression by ~BewareTheZombies
Q and A:The Freelancer-Clean Lines and Neon LightsClean Lines and Neon LightsQ and A:The Freelancer-Clean Lines and Neon Lights by =Ambiguous-Catharsis
4. State the circumstances under which you joined the CIA.
I have to admit: in the agent department, you guys are pretty well trained. The few chances I’ve had to work with them, they’ve been professional, meticulous, and mostly charming. I like the majority of them, because they’re professionals, like me. I know they exist.
So why the hell did you send Peter Crown to bring me in for the interview? He was a rookie on his second solo mission and your brilliant plan was to have him seduce me and then tranquilize me to bring me in. While I appreciate the cloak-and-dagger business (I really do) tha
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