Memory Is The Key
“I'm Agent Washington. No I'm not crazy, but I am busy. What do you need?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ M!A:None.
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im gonna take ur blue eyes white dragon and ram it down ur asshole have fun in the shadow realm shitdick

i used to keep this card in my wallet. For years.



im gonna take ur blue eyes white dragon and ram it down ur asshole have fun in the shadow realm shitdick

i used to keep this card in my wallet. For years.

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Rolling his sore shoulders, Washington stood straighter with a soft whine of a sound. Missions were getting longer, Innie numbers were dwindling and the soldiers- well.. freelancers, since Wash didnt like to call them soldiers. They weren’t.

He’d forgotten to eat much on the last mission, but he wasn’t hungry. Wash just looked a lot more thin than usual- which was saying something.

"I’ll be lucky if one good mission even gets a glance of recognition, " his voice was mildly chiding of himself, being muttered under his breath.

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(( The reason I don’t rp with other Wash’s. )) 

(( My Wash is an asshole and won’t wait to speak to someone ‘impersonating’ him. He’ll shoot them.

Wash has worked too hard for what he has in the time with the reds and blues. Hes lost too much to let anyone threaten that.

In pfl Wash is not stupid, and he will kill them because he’s worked too hard to get where he was. His career is his life at that point, if someone comes in claiming to be him Wash is going to get scared, and very angry.

Despite all the other Wash’s being wonderful, I just don’t see it happening… ever. Not unless someone wants a corpse on their hands. ))

ooc    hey im not dead    

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"They’re your teammates, Wash. They wouldn’t just tell you you can’t handle it…the Director on the other hand…" There was a special place in Hell CT was going to reserve for the Director when this was all over. Sure, he was her superior, but she didn’t…

David didn’t know what to think, he just wanted to disappear for a long time. Just.. as if it never happened, come back later, how was that too much to ask?

"I just wonder how much longer he’ll keep me around.. He doesn’t have any /real/ military experience, he’s a civilian directing one of the most top secret organizations branched off the UNSC! How did this even happen? I-I don’t have any real reason other than being a weapon specialist, to be here in the eye of a civi.."

Shake It

Now, if she touches like this

Will you touch her right back?

bro remember when u listened to this song in the commons area of your middle school and you had a purple and black zebra case on your ipod and your background was a cartoon monster or cupcake and muffin that said ‘muffins are just ugly cupcakes’and you were wearing glittery converse and you teased and straightened your hair and wore a bow in itand you told everyone u got the bow at hot topic but you really got it at claires for 6.95 and you had like a whole dance choreographed in your head to this song but you never actually did it and then you went and talked about nightmare before christmas with your friend for an hour over skype



"You’re right." Grey laughed in a crazy manner. "Perhaps some good old fashioned bullets to the head will do just nicely!"

As unsettling as Grey was.. Wash had no room to talk in the sanity department, so he just kept his mouth firmly shut. 

"In this situation? I think that would be better."


Grey nodded at Wash.

"I know you will." And then the cheeriness returned, "And I will be right there beside you! Especially if it means using those surgical tools of mine again."

God.. damnit, there it was again. Oh well..

"Lets.. hope not."