THE INGRESS & EGREESS OF RAIL "ROYALTY"
FORMER US PRESIDENT NATHANIEL KING REINVESTS IN RAILWAY TRANSIT DESPITE ABSENCE OF (HIS) HEIR APPARENT
(PICTURED: DANIEL A. KING)
"...It seems the heir of rail and freight tycoon Nathaniel King has vanished from public view and the former President himself has remained tight-lipped on the matter. Speculation abounds as the businessman seems to have resumed full and active participation as the head of the company and its subsidiaries with no sign of Daniel, his son, in the public sphere. ..."
closed event starter @ maple hills mall with @danielxkwon
Summer was pacing the length of the mall floor, anxiously drumming her fingers against her other arm as she was awaiting any news that indicated that they could leave the mall. She was quickly growing tiresome of the stores - something she never thought would happen. Her mind was also going a million miles an hour as she thought about her friends, her son and even Quentin. If they were safe, if they had heat and electricity, if they were inside or outside. As she continued pacing, she bumped into another prisoner, letting out a slight huff as she was brought out of her whirlwind of thoughts. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. The last thing you need is me bruising you,” she tried to joke. “I’m just getting cabin fever or something.”
Andrew was almost bent in half as Daniel pounded into him. His leg was up and he was moaning like there was no tomorrow, maybe Daniel's neighbours would complain, but he didn't mind that at all. "Fuck, baby, keep going" he said over and over as he was fucked mercilessly by the bigger male.
Luciana stands in line as she glances over to look at Daniel, a small smirk curving her features. "You still feelin' brave?" She asks, listening to the screams of the people who just walked into the haunted house in front of them. "Are you going to need to hold my hand?" She teases playfully.
Hayden had been confused ever since Daniel said he had feelings for her, but the confusion stemmed from why he was letting the ruse go on for so long. But now that he had decided on a date, she was determined to make him crack so she could call out his bluff. The bar was quiet, she had closed up early so she could focus on the task at hand. As soon as Daniel walked in, she put on a dazzling smile and walked over to him, throwing her arms around his neck. “Took you long enough, I was beginning to think you wouldn’t show. But if you like me that much, I guess that wouldn’t have been the case, right?”
Wren had never stuck with a job this long without some sort of fuck up (or sleeping her way out of it) so that afternoon when she was trying to rearrange some boxes in the back and accidentally dropped one, her heart kind of sank as she watched the records shatter to the floor, making her jump back and wince. Great. Her mind had been so muddled lately, thinking about the ghost from her past that was now here, how some stupid dormant emotions for the last decade were springing back to life and she wasn't sure how to handle it. So when she heard the back door opening she just huffed out a breath, shaking her head and trying not to wince again as she moved and the sound of cracking under her shoe filled the air. "I'll pay for it. Or take it out my check or...whatever."
In terms of location for a date, Aquatica was probably Lemie's worst-case scenario. It was her own damn fault for agreeing to it in the first place, but what other option did she have? Telling her Tinder date that she was irrationally afraid of fish? Yeah, that would've gone over well. She wasn't planning on marrying this guy (or anyone for that matter) but explaining that Finding Nemo was the equivalent of a horror movie for her might've turned him off a little. She walked quietly through the hallways alongside Daniel, trying to avoid looking at the tanks as much as she could. "Tell me why aquariums are a thing? I mean, who wants to stare at fish all day with their googly eyes and slimy, scaly bodies?" Just saying the words out loud made her skin crawl.
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Red Robin: Torture me all you want, I won't tell you anything!
Dr. Danny Fenton, Gotham rogue: Oh, I don't want you to tell me anything... I want you to beg, I want you to whimper... I want you to sing. I don't want to talk; I want to hurt you and I want to enjoy it.
Red Robin: Well, it's going to take a lot to get me there!
Danny: Oh, I hope so. I can't wait to hear you scream-
Ellie: Um, hey boss?
Danny: Ah- What? What is it, we're a little busy here!
Ellie: Yeah, I can see, it's just... I had a question?
Danny: Oh, for Christ's sake, what is it, Ellie?
Ellie: Well, the goons and I have been talking and we were just wondering... When are you two going to fuck?
Danny:...What?
Red Robin: Yeah, what?
Ellie: Like, I get that this is a torture session and all, but... it kinda sounds like ya'll are gonna bone or something.
Danny: This is my archenemy, what the fuck, Ellie!
Ellie: This isn't like a enemies slash lovers thing because like, I'm down for it if you are-
Danny: Get the fuck out of here, Ellie! I'm busy, don't ever interrupt me again!
Ellie: Alright, I'm going, I'm going!
Danny: Jesus, Ellie... They almost caught us this time.
Red Robin: Well, that was close.
Danny: Do you just want to make out now?
Red Robin: Yeah.
after a few back and forth messages with his father, marcelo, despite being drunk, found himself stressed. his vape had run out, so he went to the next best thing – cigarettes. lighting one up in the bitter new york winter on a terrace at the after party, he blew out smoke, hearing the door to the terrace open, indicating he had company. turning around, he spots the older wylie. “look, if you’re here to be a father and reprimand me, save it. i know it’s bad, but at least i look hot doing it.” he informed the other, taking another hit, before exhaling. “why did you come out here anyways? it’s freezing.”
the brazilian male lets out a frustrated sigh as candy cane lane by sia plays for the fiftieth time tonight, nearly about to pull his hair out. “i swear, if they play this song another time after this, i might pull my hair out.” a pause is taken, followed by him running his hands through his face in clear disagreement. “this is the fiftieth time they play this... yes, i’ve been keeping count.” or was it the fifty first? either way, he’s over this song. “i think the one thing i don’t like about this time of the year is the music. it’s always the same songs, over and over again.” nico was not a fan of monotony. can’t an artist release a christmas album with different songs as opposed to covers? it sounded impossible at this point.