((aaaaaaaaaand fuck i gotta hit the hay before i get yelled at))
((‘Night, pardners!))
Howdy, pardner; name's Jake Marshall, professional detective, security guard and cowboy.
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(Source: yousaypsycholikeitsabadthing, via fairwind)
the-locked-room asked
Hahahaha! You really think that just because you escaped from the locked room that you're free? Come, you're smarter than that, Detective.
Yeah, I figured as much. You start hearing a creepy voice in your head, you don’t really get rid of it all that easy, now do ya?
So, what’s your next game plan? I reckon you’re just gonna drug me again and drag me to another shack with people I don’t know, so you might as well give me a heads-up so I know when and where; I got stuff to do, believe it or not.//i love jake
((HEY. THAT WAS SAM THAT KEPT MAKING THAT POOR WOMAN FALL TO HER DEATH OVER AND OVER AGAIN.
…THOUGH NEXT TIME LET’S MAKE A DRINKING GAME OUT OF IT.))
((SINCE WHEN DO YOU DRINK, BOY?))
((WELL, THERE WAS THAT TIME WHEN I WAS SIX AND I ACCIDENTALLY DRANK THE BLOOD OF CHRIST.
BUT I WAS MORE OR LESS THINKING WE COULD SUBSTITUTE SODA FOR SUCH ABRASIVE ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES
AND MAYBE TEST OUT MY NEW FORMULA FOR INSTANT KNOCKOUT ROOFIESWAIT WHAT WHO SAID THAT))the-locked-room asked
I've been lonely without you, my friend. Where have you been all this time?
In the middle of bumfuck nowhere trying to avoid your creppy ass, maybe?I’ve been swamped with work, what with my friend dyin’ and coming back to life an’ all. Sorry I can’t exactly be your little toy all the time, but I’ve got a life I need to throw back together after your last rodeo.
//i love jake
((HEY. THAT WAS SAM THAT KEPT MAKING THAT POOR WOMAN FALL TO HER DEATH OVER AND OVER AGAIN.
…THOUGH NEXT TIME LET’S MAKE A DRINKING GAME OUT OF IT.))
(Source: when-she-smiles)
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Lana:
J-Jake..um...i-if you want me to tell you...
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Lana:
This is incredibly awkward...
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Lana:
but also, it's intriguing...it makes me wonder...? Hm...
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Jake:
Jus' spit it out, Lana!
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Lana:
I...accidentallysawEdgeworthandWrighthavingsexualintercourse...
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Lana:
Jake, what do I do...?
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Messenger:
[Jake Marshall has left the conversation.]
In which Jake Marshall can't stomach yaoi.
the-locked-room asked
Hello, Detective.
Oh, glorious and almighty FUCK, not this guy again.
Howdy, pardner. I reckon I’m not hearin’ from you ‘cause I won the Power Ball, right?
“Wait, does that mean you died once? Your Lana and I don’t talk much. I think she thinks one Starr is enough~ So let me guess, Gant is still not back in jail? Sheesh, this place needs more officers who have a pair.”
She did tease a little. Of course, it was awkward for her to talk to Jake again. It’d been too long. The woman seemed to smile a rare true smile.
“A prosecutor, actually. His name is Godot. He’s quite the looker, tall, dark, and handsome with the heart bigger than Texas~”
She teased the poor cowboy.
“That reminds me, I had gotten in a car accident a while ago. I still have the scar on my wrist. Mhn, though a lot has happened, but at the same time…not much has.”
Hey, I’ve been tryin’ my best to track that walkin’ sunset down, but I ain’t found any solid leads ye-
…Hold up a sec; whaddya mean by “Your Lana” and “one Starr is enough”? Are you sayin’ that there are more than one of you?
At this point, nothing should phase him with what he’s been through… but for some reason, fate has an odd way of finding a tiny remaining shard of sanity in Jake and violently ripping it out like a bull who caught a rodeo clown off-guard.
Godot, huh…? Oh yeah, I remember that fella; we were locked in a room possessed by the devil together with some rich pardner, and we almost died tryin’ to get out… unless there’s another Godot ‘round here, too.
And a car accident, too? Well, seein’ as you’re alive and kickin’, I reckon you’re fine… though, you mind if I take a little gander at the scar? I don’t mean to pry, I just wanna see how serious it is… or was, anyway.(Source: detectiveangelstarr, via detectiveangelstarr)
(724): His kisses tasted like beef jerky and captain morgan. I’m pretty sure I came before he even took my clothes off.
…I need to check my phone history more often fer stuff like this.
(via when-she-smiles)
