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    TAGS. in the days passing, she's grown tired. tired of michael, his lies, his actions, the way his punishment was dished out. tired of threefold, his absences, his drunkenness, the way he wilts under god knows what tragedies. and now— she has grown tired of wiredinstability. his secrets, his tone, the way he hides behind a mask, a mask that only she seems to see— things are in need of a change around here. after mike, the woman is no longer willing to take any more chances. after mike, things are changing and all that needs to be known will be. no exceptions.


    so when the sun hangs high in the sky, sharp blues beating down upon meadow land, chica strides forward with purpose to steps and trouble brewing. an omen for poor metal boy is on its way, foreboding and final. "okay, wire, i'm sick of yer fuckin' games. its time ya start yappin'." the woman cracks her tongue across her teeth, thunderstruck, poisonous, demanding of him in every way. "who th' hell is comin' after ya an' why?"

    ❝ My Heart Is Gold ❞

    The last few days had been pleasant for Wired, finding the calming area to be refreshing. He didn't have to worry about enemies here, at least not that he knew of. The only person that made his stomach twirl was chica, the woman was capable of doing much more then one would think. "I'm not playing anything chica. What are you talking about?" Confusion spread across the male's face, deep brown eyes focusing on what lay behind her.


    "There's nothing chasing me nor am I running from anyone." The chance of confortation was becoming more relevant, and it startled him. If she decided to throw the first punch, that would be a good time to decide if it was time to retreat or fight back. Despite the clear choice being to simply squeeze his way past her, and hope the subject would be dropped.



    "please dont hurt me."


    ❝ And My Hands Are Cold❞

    TAGS. "bull-fuckin'-shit." words slosh from her mouth like venom, the woman taking another step forward as she draws level with him. he speaks denial, blatant and tiresome on his tongue, like it has been told over and over- and it has. but she stood there on the border the day he came in asunder, all wild eyes and skin practically stripped and shredded. "i.. i was trying to e-escape.." the words flash easily within mind, but a hoarse whisper at the time. "i was there that day you came in, r'member? whatcha runnin' from, huh? got family problems? got some mooks on yer tail?" the air grows colder, dropping in temperature as chicagocrimes sways, lowers her stance and perks her lips, egging him, "daddy issues?"

    ❝ My Heart Is Gold ❞

    An aching in his stomach only made this worse off. Most would've forgotten the small details behind his joining, especially since nobody knew the true reasons. A former friend had been the one that had done that go him, someone he trusted turned on him like a flip of a coin. "It shouldn't matter now, I haven't brought any dangers to your doorstep." The intensity of the air made Wired begin scanning his options, unsure what he could possibly do while under pressure. Would he snap like on a few occasions? Throw a punch then retreat back in order to defend himself from injuries.


    It was bad enough that he just recently reunited with his 'father'. Making chica seem more like a danger to them, especially with her current actions. "I've been a good and helpful member of this sanctuary" This was truth spilling from his mouth, unsure what else could be done to tone her down.




    "please dont hurt me."


    ❝ And My Hands Are Cold❞