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@aprilthird.bsky.social
โ ๐ฉ๐ช.แ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ช๐ด โ๐ต๐ช๐ฎโ ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ. ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฆ๐ด ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ช๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐บ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ ... ๐ข ๐ญ๐ช๐ด๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ด ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ค๐ญ๐ถ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฅ. ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฎ ๐ค๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ๐ง๐ถ๐ญ๐ญ๐บ.แ โ แตแตโฟ โฑหข ยฒยนโบโ แตแตโฟโฑโ หกแตสทแต แตโฟโฑโ
the bag is thrown into the backseat, and jacket sits shotgun. two heavy slams, one for each door on the passenger side of the car. he didn't look towards the driver once-- his eyes stayed on the road, undeterred by present company, cars, buildings-- nothing. [+]
A rev of the engine & the two were headed eastbound towards the desired destination. He'd every so often turn his gaze towards his passenger through use of his mirror as he sped off to what he'd hope would be a straight forward, & easy job.
he slung a bag over his shoulder. didn't look particularly heavy, from the way he handled it, but it seemed full, with whatever contents it contained jabbing at the material. soft points and blunt pieces that created an indecipherable silhouette. [+]
"Anything happens a minute either side of that and you're on your own. Do you understand?"
he tilts his head to one side, then the next. he wasn't wearing a mask, but the bandages and bruises served about the same purpose in their abundance. jacket nods. it'd make for a good change of pace, perhaps.
โ @aprilthird.bsky.social "You need a driver..?"
แ แ ใ ค ใ คแ แ ๐๐ โธโธ ๐จ๐ฏ๐ฏ ใ โ๏ธ ใ S๐R๐A๐I๐ * ๐ป๐ฆนั ฯปโฎ | ๐ญAแธแง. | แ แ ใ ค๐โ โ ๐๐๐ ใ ๐ซ. ใ โโ .โฆ ใ ค๐โน๐ด๐ ๊ช๐ข๐โ ฦฆ๐ ๐๐พแฅแฅ๐ โธโธ ฦแฅซแญก๐ โ ๏ธ #horrorrp. #mvrp. #ocrp.
๐ซ๐ถ ๐๐ถ๐ผ ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐ฏ๐ผ๐น๐ป๐ฐ๐ต๐ฎ ๐ถ๐ป๐ฏ๐ฌ๐น ๐ท๐ฌ๐ถ๐ท๐ณ๐ฌ.แฃ