smuppetier
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Your name is Dirk Strider and you hate yourself just a little more every day now. Life-post game certainly isn't what you thought it would be. You have always felt like something is fundamentally wrong with you. With everyone around you seeming to cope, thrive even, you can't help but feel affirmed. Grappling with the latent effects of attaining godhood as a teenager and attempting to hold together your crumbling relationships is harder than you'd have thought. Something needs to change. Soon.
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Be Diamonds Droog ==>
Your only motive in doing this was to at least attempt to salvage your evening and have a bit of fun, though, you suppose, this very well may be your ticket to getting under Slick's skin as much as he's been getting under yours. Picking up his ex in front of him? Not that you're particularly proud of the idea of using a lady in such a manner. Not when she's been such amiable company so far...though you suppose it couldn't hurt to up the ante. Moments like this almost make you wish you were a better man.
"What are you doing after this, Ms. Paint?" -
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You are the right hand man of the Midnight Crew, which really means you are Spades Slick’s babysitter. You don’t actually mind keeping him in line. His temper is vicious but so is your own, and you know how to keep his head on straight when it counts. You just wish being his right hand man actually meant something to Slick. You’re the closest to him, always have been, but it seems you’re just another employee with a fancy title. You doubt he’d consider you an associate, forget about friends.
Your brow furrows, putting the first dent in your calm facade. He never did appreciate you, or if he did he never bothered to show it. After all he may have built this city but it’s you who’s held it together. You grip the cigarette in your lips and leave it there, freeing your hands. You take Slick’s disheveled shirt collar in your fists and yank his face up close to yours, only bending slightly down to meet him as the toes of his leather dress shoes brush the floor.
“If you don’t need me,” your eyes narrow, “then get rid of me.” -
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One assassin's mistake leads to his chance at redemption, and maybe even more.