2015-06-26 7:15:04 ¶ ●

## kadamkills.

Under normal circumstances he would speak his mind, but, with a gun against his head, the warm metal of it nestled against the back of his skull, he was having a hard time finding any words at all. The dirty bandit sonuvabitch had snuck up on him while he’d been distracted strangling the life out of one of his buddies, and was now shouting something unintelligible at him over the sound of distant gunfire. Other than that little nitpick, Jack was having a fabulous time. This particular bandit camp had never looked better, what with it being on fire and everything.

A gunshot rung out, echoing against the metal walls of the nearby buildings and Jack had to whip his head to the side when the splatter of blood and grey matter sprayed towards him, coating the entire left side of his mask. He made a loud, affronted noise as it dripped from him, sticky and red and all over his favorite jacket.
“Seriously, babe?! This is going to take me weeks to get out of this fabric!!”

He stood over the body he was perched over, shaking his hands in an effort to get as much of the gross off of him as possible. He grumbled when it didn’t work.
“What took you so long anyway? What if he’d shot me, huh? Then who’d sign your paychecks and have awesome, amazing make-outs with you.”

2015-06-26 21:58:38 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

kadamkills:

> “Howdy partner.” the purr echoed from her lips. Spinning the pistol back into its holster snugly, amber eyes fixated on her claim. Licking the blood off the side of her maw, a wicked grin replied to shouts of irritation. The gunslinger didn’t respond, merely sauntering over to the distraught male before her. “Then you’d be dead-” Her fingers reached out, thumbing at a splash of blood staining his skin. “And I’d be outta a job- not to mention short of one mouthy boyfriend.” Her laugh was sultry, amused by the notion; what was his definition of amazing, anyway?
> “It’s your own fault for wearing a suit to a duel, sides-”

> Her voice trailed off, grabbing his jaw roughly between her index finger and thumb. “I think you look better covered in blood.” Fingers pressed themselves tighter into his false flesh. “Wouldn’t let you die just yet, cowboy. After all, we still got people to hurt. So ditch the jacket or something, all those layers are slowin you down anyway.”
> She knows his hangups to leaving being any of his “precious” suits, many a time she being scolded for dirtying them up with mud or whatever else caked onto her fingers after a nice brawl. This is no different, and yet she can’t help but crave to drive the nail under his skin. What could she say? She liked getting him hot and bothered in more ways than one. “Or are you too scared someone’s gonna put a bullet between those handsome eyes of yours to finish the job~?”

Jack pulls his lips into what is most certainly not a pout and squints a glare in her direction, leaning down when he’s grabbed so he’s slightly more eye-level with the cowgirl.
“Well what else am I supposed to wear–” He says, exasperated and under his breath. He suddenly has the mental image of himself in her outfit, and he quickly quashes it down. He’d stick his tongue out at her, ever the petulant child, but he doesn’t want to get bandit blood in his mouth.

He smirks, lost in the thought of ‘Why yes I do look amazing covered in blood, don’t I?’ until he remembers that they are indeed in the middle of a bandit camp and there are indeed more people to murderize. Jack’s already feeling hot and itchy from his little strangling session, and the Pandoran heat isn’t helping matters, so he takes her advice and starts to strip off his ruined jacket, leaving streaks of gore as he struggles to get his other arm out.

He yells triumphantly when he gets it off and makes a show of tying it around his waist and posing for her with his hands braced on his hips, bloodstained face held high. The distant gunfire is still rampant, and he can hear bandit screaming and gun loaders and he’s just– he’s just so happy.
“Scared? Me? Psssssh. I’m not scared. I’m far too important to die.” This time he does stick his tongue out at her, as he readies his gun and saunters past her towards the raging battlefield. If she notices him slow down to let her pass to go first, he’ll never admit to it.

2015-06-29 5:25:40 ¶ ●

kadamkills replied to your post:or, better yet: a contest to see who can do that…

> Available for S&M and kicking anyone’s ass at tying cherry stems. Also Birthday parties.

i’d be very interested in seeing you do all three of those things at once

2015-06-29 7:46:44 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

kadamkills:

> That can be arranged for the right price if you want a private show.
> Unless you know anyone who’s birthday is coming up.

let’s just pretend mine is. besides you know how much i love throwing money at you. and also cake !! c’mon, you can’t argue with cake

2015-06-29 9:11:27 ¶ ● ⬀ ⬈

kadamkills:

> Sounds like a challenge, handsome.
> But if we’re pretending, it should be my birthday. You can jump out of a cake all dressed up~ I know how much you like that cowboy getup. Heck I’ll even let you choose the frosting.

hell, it can be everybody’s birthday, babe. so long as there’s me and you and a bottle of something luuudicrously expensive, i don’t really care which one of us jumps out of a cake. i am loving the chaps idea though. aaand now i’m wondering if they have frosting flavored lube. look at what you’ve done !!

2015-06-30 4:42:06 ¶ ●

kadamkills replied to your post:for those of you who don’t know, i miiiight have…

> Two of you? Just need to add the doppelganger and we’ve got a fun night on Helios ahead of us.

i like the way you think, baby

you might need to bring the extra handcuffs though