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YELLS! Screams of sheer agony as his arm had be CRUSHED by the force of the soldier’s BOOT knife forcibly REMOVED from his hand as he leans back, BLOODY features laced with VIOLENT REFRAIN as he draws in a quiet breath, PRAYING to god that his partner had escaped. He glances up slightly, A GESTURE with his foot while the man was distracted telling the person TO GO before trouble strikes.

‘Answer the question, KANE.’

BLOOD sprays from his lips as he SPITS in the soldier’s face, GRUNTING quietly for a second as the man seems to almost LAUGH wickedly before repositioning, his foot pressed to the JOINT as he stomps down, A SHRIEK of PAIN coming from Karter as he FEELS his bone BREAK under the force.

“FUCK!!!!”

He’s not saying anything, he’s just wiggling his eyebrows

@artifexed bc yes

“Hey babe...we’re gonna be late for dinner.”

Oh BUT this dinner is going to be special. He’s got something very special in mind. HE & JOEY have been dating for some time now, and though he could argue they’ve been together for pretty much EIGHT YEARS, he’s relishing that this moment needs to be perfectly timed. HE NEEDED to ensure that in this moment he SOLIDIFIED the perfect way to articulate that he wanted to spend the REST of his life with Joey. 

HE WANTED TO BE KARTER HARRIS.

A smile plays at his lips as he adjusts his button up, grinning when Joey enters the living room. He approaches, putting the finishing touches on Joey’s tie before standing on tip toes and kissing his cheek softly before smiling idly.

“Ready t’go?”

Show time Kane, better make it perfect.

@aphroditetms––––STARTER CALL ( accepting ! )

“I PURPOSEFULLY chose to live in the woods to AVOID Olympus politics.”

HE’D BEEN reading the morning print since he wasn’t much in the way of GOING out and getting to the grind stone immediately. THE SUN was still out and the day was still young he had plenty of time to do EVERYTHING he needed to do before he was to be expected to HANDLE his daily duties. EYES rise up from behind the paper almost CALCULATING as he speaks again, this time more firm.

“And what exactly is it that warrants this visit I might ask?”

@hebled

EYES ARE SCREWED SHUT, his head dipped onto his knees as he remains curled up into a ball, perched against a nearby tree trunk trying to PROCESS the burned out feeling that was beginning to overwhelm him. HE CAN’T even consider how to handle it. THESE things happened, and it wasn’t anything new, but BECK had been around with him this time ( and thus far he didn’t think Beck ever experienced one of them ). He’d tried his best not to burden him with these events.

HE WANTED BECK TO NOT HAVE TO WORRY.

Eyes are shut for a second until STEPS catch his attention. CRACKING & BUCKLING of small twigs & branches as Beck approaches, a small frown to his usually stern expression as Karter looks up, LOCKING eyes with him for just a moment, the downward turn of his own lips seeming to mirror Beck’s. IT’S embarrassing, and for a moment he seems to be stunned in place. It makes Karter’s heart ache. But there’s something about his posture. He’s TRYING, HE’S TRYING to help somehow. He holds their exchanged glance for a moment longer before dipping his head lightly.

ONE ARM moves from covering his face and pats the space beside him gently, as if he’s SILENTLY asking for the help. REACHING out and quietly asking for him to BE THERE.

@triumviratxm

HE’S SEATED on his front porch, the moon hanging high above the midnight that washed over the land. He’d always fancied this time of night, it was when he felt MOST alive. He draws in a deep breath, the essence of the evening moon almost electrically charging his bones as he rises to his feet, EYES seeming to scan the area before he exhales heavily, finding a PEACEFUL refrain before he rests hands on the railing before him.

“You know, it’s impolite to approach a GOD’S domain without first announcing yourself.”

HE’S got to maintain his firmness of tone when he speaks, eyes scanning the dark night around him. HE’S SO INVIGORATED. Being a god of the hunt who drew power from the moon was unlike any other sensation in the world.

@baagha–––––––SPICY BOI KART ( accepting ! )

“Vamos a subir y bajar mi vida.”

A wink comes, DRINK at his lips for a second. DRAWING in a quiet breath, exhaling softly, EYES honed in on the other man as he leans back with a FOCUSED & HUNGRY expression on his features. He’s a PREDATOR leering down his prey, READY for whatever might come of it.

triumviratxm replied to your post: ‘ your favorite cartoon is on. ‘ (from Andrew, and...

“Next time you can tell'em criminals to work on daytime, so you can have your 9-5 schedule, how’s that?”

“Y’got WAX in yer ears cuz m’pretty sure I jus’ said that I CAN’ go out durin’ th’day since y’know–––I happen t’look like a fuckin’ ghost...case y’hadn’t noticed. Maybe ‘f ya spent less time bein’ a bitch we wouldn’ have misunderstandin’s like this.”

@chaosblossomed–––––––LOCAL GREEK MAN ORALLY RECOUNTS GREEK EPIC STARTER ( accepting ! )

“Cassandra’s story varies from person t’person...but the truth is rather simple––”

He glances up from the book for a moment. HE’D BEEN asked to share a story for whatever reason ( he HID in the back and he assumed most people didn’t CARE what a serpent had to say anyways ).

“Apollo fell in love with her and in his infatuation granted her the gift of prophecy, but because she denied him, he then cursed her, making it so no one would EVER believe her words...”

Karter do you have a favourite type of flower?

“Baby romantic roses––”

vvvv

@a-kitten-with-claws

HE LEANS back in his chair, one leg crossed over the other and a cigarette hanging from his lip. IT’S UNLIT, but he suspects from what had just passed that he’ll need to be GETTING it started soon enough. HIS CHEEK rests against the outer part of his knuckles before grunting quietly. THIS was the last thing he wanted, SOME SHRINK poking around in his mind where it was NO ONE’S business.

“Hm–––well if this ain’t SHIT fer wear. Figured this’d be some sorta karmic justice fer havin’ t’put KINSEY on night duty ‘til I get a replacement.”

HE MAKES no mention of their previous encounter primarily because he has NO CARE one way or the other on the matter, and with a furrowed brow he eyes her.

“Lemme guess, TH’FAT CATS’RE payin’ ya a pretty penny t’poke ‘round my head...y’know where y’got NO BUSINESS bein’?”

HE’S NOT aggressive, not like he usually is, but he had a distinct DISTRUST for people of the psychological field for this EXACT reason, his breathes heavy like sighs as he rolls his eyes.

“Aight...s’get this over with.”

@atnemnt

“Oh for–––”

HE CROUCHES down studying the dead body she’d brought into the center of the open forest floor. He’d taken her out to teach her some BASICS on defending herself ( though he doubts she’ll use them, SHE’S not leaving his sight now that he’s found her ), and now here she was, HAVING killed some random raccoon that she seemed to have come across.

“What th’shit–––where th’fuck didja even find this damn thing? An’ what’d I tell ya ‘bout wanderin’ off?”

@southsidelover

He’s not sure what possessed him to do it, but he’s perched idly, THE MINDLESS action of his hands only perfected by the cigarette that rests between his lips as he leans back, careful not to tug too hard as he attempts to brain her hair. He’s not sure why, but it’s oddly calming to him, the ROSE colored hair so familiar to him now for a second before he’s snapped out of it by something that she says, and before he continues he shakes his head.

“Eh? Wazzat?”

HE’S still trapped in his own little world, half paying attention to everything around him. He figures she’d probably asked him what he was doing so he goes off that assumption and replies candidly.

“Figured might be easier fer ya ‘f yer hair’s braided. Don’ it help keep y’cool like when girls put their hair up in ponytails er somethin’?”

He wouldn’t know, he never really asked about that stuff, he had only what he’d heard in passing from Claire & Jane, but even then those moments were short lived when each respective woman chastised him for his crass behavior.

@paddyfuck–––––NEW INTERACTIONS STARTER CALL ( accepting ! )

“Aight aight I’ll slow down damn–––”

HE figured maybe she needed a break considering all the HUFFING AND PUFFING she was doing but after a second he turns and glances at her, hand resting on his hip as his head cocks to the side as if he’s trying to size up what exactly it was that was running through her head ( IT’S pointless seeing as he’s not that good at reading people aside from ULTERIOR motives ).

“Y’don’ get out an’ active like this much do ya? Not a smuggler thing?”

It’s not meant to be an insult, and the inflection of his tone suggests a genuine inquiry as opposed to bitter sardonic banter.

@hebled ––––––cont...

AT FIRST HE expected Beck to near jump from his chair with the tone of his voice. He’d always been rather firm in his convictions that Karter SHOULDN’T be talking down about himself, but having taken a moment to process the words, the taller man simmers. It’s rather APPRECIATED though. If anything the reaction only further contributes to the point Karter’s made. 

Seeing his expression soften, and his hand FALL atop Karter’s own, his fingers adjust, the contact almost QUIZZICAL as Karter glances back at him, allowing their fingers to curl together for a second as he lets out a quiet chuckle. NOT MOCKING–––an honest one. Pulling his drink to his lips again, SAVORING the taste of a finely brewed beer for a second before setting it back down, GLANCING at their hands once more before seemingly finding his answer.

HE’S CERTAIN under normal circumstances it’d be cliche. LIKE some shitty flick, but that wasn’t what this was. THAT’S NOT what he’d meant. In movies THE BROKEN man was FIXED. Beck didn’t FIX Karter. And vice versa. THERE wasn’t any fixing necessary. NEITHER of them were broken to begin with. PAIN didn’t make a person BROKEN. 

It’s a strange sentiment for him to genuinely think about and believe, but taking  beat down from life FINALLY made sense to him. IT MADE HIM TOUGHER. It made them BOTH tougher. And that’s why he FELT SAFE. Here, with just the two of them having a drink before the work began when the sun rose tomorrow.

“You did.”

He hums quietly UNDER his breath, figuring that’s going to be taken as some WHINY cliche so he elaborates.

“This ain’t th’movies Beck, but I ain’t bull shittin’. I don’ much LIKE people ‘n case y’hadn’ already noticed. Been hurt. A LOT. Been places ‘d rather not think ‘bout. BUT–––s’always been BY M’SELF. I ain’t–––really ever had someone who’s got m’back. NOT jus’ cuz a necessity. Y’know? I figure ‘f y’think m’worth lookin’ out fer––––than maybe...maybe I ain’t so much ‘f a disaster after all.”

@abiggerworld

“Gracias.”

HE THANKS the street vendor, the food now in his hand, WARMING him under the nice Iberian sun, his eyes squinting for a second as he COVERS them with the shield of his hand, GLANCING up at the city-skyline for a second before speaking idly. He takes a few steps toward the plaza fountain, GRUNTING as he sits, TAKING a bit before offering it to the other man, FISHING a cigarette out of his pocket, the stick placed behind his ear for LATER as he hums.

“Meetin’s ‘n an hour. ‘N th’meantime ‘d eat ‘f I were you. WON’T be much time fer it once th’job starts.”

THEY’D worked together before and he had FEW complaints so collaboration seemed fair enough when posed. HE RUNS his hand through the water, the cool EASING him a bit before he puffs out a bit of air with a small nod. HE WASN’T the best people person on the planet but thus far he hadn’t made an attempt on anyone’s life yet so that seemed to be a plus.