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Allen Jones

@HeinousAnarchy

Ya' don't wanna make any rash decisions now, do ya'? C'mere, let's get acquainted fer' real. [NSFW. Serious. TW; gore, smut, angst.]

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🔨 - Revived account, serious mostly with potentially DARK material (18) 🔪 - Selective multi-ship and only with chemistry. Planned hopefully(?) 🔨 - Another Colour (APH AU) 🔪 - Come get a piece of this psycho. (DMs open for plot/chatter)


"Who said shit about that made up sack'a lies? What do you think I am, a /baby? I'll cut ya'."

"You know there's no such thing as Santa Claus right?"



"Fuck Christmas. Every day of th' year is suitable enough to sit on a bearded guy and talk toys." Issues, where?


(I voted stay but you should do what you're comfortable with. Letting other people decide if you go or stay is never going to go well if you have haters on here(?))

((sometimes I wish the vote wasn't anonymous



"Now my shitbag conference are finally here; I'm servin' knuckle sandwiches so who's fuckin' HUNGRY?" Don't feed the sadist, do /not/.


The correct way to finish cheap wine is by bottling someone with it. Someone's having a fun afternoon. ...Y'know, glassing bitches, being a bloody mess; literally.


"Somethin' to do later, I s'pose." He's not the type to turn down a few more burning bridges, that is for sure. Minimal effort is spent tipping his head on a side to look at her. "What's ya' beef with her, hm? Did she up an' piss in ya' cereal?~"


Lock-picking? /AWW/. He actually cannot help the grin from breaking his abrasive exterior. "That's what hatchets are for, darlin'."


"I guess the missy I met earlier didn't put enough paint stripper in her sis' drink. Bummer." And he /really/ was counting on entertainment tonight.


(Bio is now up! It needs some serious work doing on it still but it's there. Woot. C;)


Every single time, EVERY time he tries sabotaging the sandwiches the guy figures it out. He's sure it's a sixth sense, but for junk edibles.


How many nails in Alfred's Big Macs does it take to GET the fucker? Not happy.


He'd been eyeing the lit cigarette for some time, exuding a simper when given one. People being /nice/ often left him with little to say, anyway. Allen takes it, produces a lighter with a downcast glance at the lady. "It's Allen. I can't say /shit/ where Hell's concerned."


"I hear ya'." How could he /really/ argue? He was partial to a bad girl, even a bad boy. More than anything he was mildly curious as to how long he could get along with one of his own kind before shit hit the FAN. "Lil' hellraiser, huh? Can't be mad."


- firstly by the slight disturbance of formerly still silhouettes, he whips around and voices up; keen to know who could potentially drop him in the oil for breaking and entering. "Alright, /alright/. Looks like I got some company! Don't be shy now, lemme see that face."


- public of his irritating presence. He'd often encroach just to silently lament over where he thought he was entitled to sit, occasionally break a chair or something equally as menial, general hell-raising. Only this time, he wasn't on his own; someone was still HERE. Startled-


(Starter for @iamromanium) Once in a blue moon; Allen would get it in his screwed up little head to take ganders into the world conference long after it had finished, decisions long since settled and of course.. WAY after his binge-eating counterpart had relieved the general -


"And yet I still get the feelin' you're not all about bein' as sweet as chocolate is." He assumes not because of the flaxen, dark hair and terrible habit; but because he's kind of a douchebag. And with a killer smile, too.


Sometimes, you can't help but roll the eyes despite the constant notion that it lets people know how dull something is. "/Good/." He adds with a mildly intimidating snarl, allowing himself the leverage of distance. Why even bother?


"Where's the fun if you're standin' there /askin'/-? Makes no sense at all, blow it out'cher ass, thanks." Initially raising to square straight up to the naysayer, he appeared devoid of amusement. What a mood-killer. /Groaan/.


Nice to have your approval I guess uh, Laaaady-?


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