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bakerstreet2016-08-04 03:40 pm
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( picture prompt meme )

the picture prompt meme
I — Comment with your character.
II — Others will leave a picture (or two, or three...)
III — Reply to them with a setting based on the picture.
IV — Link to any pictures that are NSFW, please.
V — Be aware that this meme will likely be image-heavy. That's kind of the point.
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[ he figures that he'd get recognized -- even with the new wrinkles, the pretty cool scar, and the grey hair, his facial structure probably hasn't changed one bit. anyone with half a mind wouldn't be so quick to kill him, he knows that well enough -- his life and death have been publicized all over the world; his apparent resurrection would attract the same attention, but probably with less enthusiasm, once they find out what he's been doing for a living.
in all honesty, he doesn't want that at all, either -- it makes his mission of justice all the more difficult -- so he guesses that biding his time is all he can do as well. the ropes are too tight against his skin, a grating friction that would prompt bleeding to his wrists if he actually tried to escape.
the revels in the challenge, though he idly wonders if he'll have any blood left before the night ends. ]
It comes with old age.
[ old age, near-death experiences, and a lifetime of regret. 0/10, will not recommend ever. ]
What about you? Ever thought about doing something with your shitty taste in alcohol?
[ he glances at the broken glass on the floor, and the intact label sticking out of one of the shards, then the curled fists on the table. jack morrison had been a tequila fan, once a upon a time; introduced to it, at one point, and acquired a taste for it just as quickly. the really good stuff was twice as better shared with someone who liked it just as much, if not more.
the last bottle he had, he poured over a grave as old as his own. he threw the empty bottle in a nearby bin, and never thought of buying another. the alcoholic mixture of broken promises and bone-deep guilt don't really taste that good. ]