What you see is never what you're gonna get.

ataraxion: EMPATHY EVENT { made a man out of me, a killing machine...

2013-10-09T15:58:27Z

( Your baby's gonna die, ma. Your baby's comin' home. )

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2013-06-28T22:27:31Z

( and i have my reasons why )

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ataraxion CR Chart

2012-10-24T16:12:58Z

( When I met with Geiger this morning, I left his office feeling as unstrung as you look. )

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ataraxion app

2012-06-29T04:09:49Z

( Feminist women love Eminem. )

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FIC ♟ Counting bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the war drums...

2012-05-17T03:58:45Z

Somewhere in the catacombs of some European church in a city that Sark can't bother to remember the name of, because it's the fifteenth one in fewer days, Irina Derevko bleeds out on the cold, wet stone, while the rats that lurk in the shadows skitter absently about, waiting on a moment to strike. It's an unceremonious end for a woman like her, but she's made several spectacular ones in the last two weeks- she can afford an undignified one.

"I can't imagine what this must feel like," he murmurs, checking the clip in his gun. There's one bullet left.

That's all he needs.

"My own student shooting me in the head," Irina responds, her voice echoing oddly against the stone walls. If he hadn't been through this so many times before, it might have bothered him. It did, at first, but not anymore. It's like learning how to kill all over again- you don't want to pull the trigger, but you do it anyway, and the more you do it, the easier it gets, until you feel nothing. "It feels like I've trained you well."

He snaps the clip back into place, staring down at her with an expression that isn't quite anything at all, save utterly merciless. "That's a better answer than the others gave."

The rats skitter away at the sound of the gunshot.

( Don't fret, precious, I'm here... )

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2012-05-01T03:54:04Z

( What you see is never what you're gonna get; everybody's playing revolution roulette. )

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"You don't need to be scared of me." : A deconstruct on the relationship between Cole and Sark.

2012-04-28T19:08:34Z

"YOU DON'T NEED TO BE SCARED OF ME."

A deconstruct on the relationship between Julian Sark and McKenas Cole

( You're cockier than I am- I love that about you. )

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