alteregotylerdurden:

firstmonkeyshotintospace:

alteregotylerdurden started following you

It’s quiet, and strangely quiet if you ask him. There’s gotta be something going on. And as soon as he’s turned the corner to find a passed out Tyler Durden on the floor it’s a lot less eerie. “Hey. Hey, Tyler.” A light tap of his foot against the taller man’s back. “There’s some kid on the porch, you wanna wake up and tell me what’s going on?”

A groan, and a slight turn to look at the other, before sighing heavily and getting up. He pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and stuck it in his mouth, before glancing towards the other and smirking slightly, lighting it. He then began to walk out of the room and in the direction of the door. ❝—Just some simple expansion, nothin’ to worry about.

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ExpansionThe word rose an eyebrow, and kept a shuffling Jack following close behind. “An expansion to what? The Fight Club?” He shouldn’t mention it, but he’s going to anyways.


Persons of interest have been located.  

wammyslittlemurderer:

firstmonkeyshotintospace:

"I think I’ve gotta go with the try and be interesting choice seeing as murder isn’t really that horrible if you ask me." Jack’s more interested in what he has to say about murdering but it’s probably best to not ask. He just wants to get the lye, and get back to Tyler. He’s got stuff to do, and it’s not gonna just work if he’s distracted.

"But actually, you’re just standing right where in front of what I need. So if you’d just take one step to the left, I’ll leave you to kill something."

Beyond’s eye’s instantly narrowed at the stranger, his gaze briefly flicking up to the top of his head before moving back to his face. He wasn’t used to people being so willing to leave him alone forcing his suspicions to raise to levels which were probably rather uncalled for given the situation. But his expression didn’t last long and with no time at all he had shrugged and stepped to the side.

"Alright, Jack, looks like you get to live another day." Beyond grinned and slipped his hands into his pockets, more than happy to let him leave if it meant he got to be on his own again. "Well, more like another fifty three years, seven months and sixteen days, but who’s counting?" he muttered to himself under his breath, returning to his previous distraction of looking for something interesting to do.

"And uh, how would you know that?" He’s passed off stranger things before, but this has gotten the best of him. His own death date known by a stranger. Jack’s trying to decide on which size canister of lye he’s looking for, but his gaze keeps looking back over to the stranger.

Finally snagging a random jar, he’s fully attentive to the other. The whole murdering thing made Jack wonder if he’d be a good member, not that he’d be able to outright tell the person exactly what it is he does. Tyler would probably kick his ass if he did.


alteregotylerdurden started following you

It’s quiet, and strangely quiet if you ask him. There’s gotta be something going on. And as soon as he’s turned the corner to find a passed out Tyler Durden on the floor it’s a lot less eerie. “Hey. Hey, Tyler.” A light tap of his foot against the taller man’s back. “There’s some kid on the porch, you wanna wake up and tell me what’s going on?”


Persons of interest have been located.  

wammyslittlemurderer:

Or at least, of potential interest. There’s still time for them to prove themselves to be completely useless, after all. "Alright, sunshines, here’s how it’s going to go. If you in any way, shape or form think you could at any point during this conversation attempt to try to tell me how disagreeable my hobbies are or what a terrible person I am, you’re going to head right back out of the door you came through."

"However, if you’re here to kill or threaten me, you have half an hour to get my attention before I remove you from my line of sight or snap your neck. If neither of these apply to you, if in fact you are simply here to be interesting, to be someone who isn’t that obsessed with justice and the safety of people that it makes me sick, then you can stick around."

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"Your choice. What’s it going to be?"

"I think I’ve gotta go with the try and be interesting choice seeing as murder isn’t really that horrible if you ask me." Jack’s more interested in what he has to say about murdering but it’s probably best to not ask. He just wants to get the lye, and get back to Tyler. He’s got stuff to do, and it’s not gonna just work if he’s distracted.

"But actually, you’re just standing right where in front of what I need. So if you’d just take one step to the left, I’ll leave you to kill something."


amiyourbaddreamorareyoumine:

firstmonkeyshotintospace:

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"You do I always got to do it? I mean, she annoys me as much as she annoys you."

"You’re the one keeping her here. I’m the one trying to scare her away with fucking and oddly enough, it’s not working."

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"I don’t think I keep her here. And honestly, I’d be grateful if you stopped your whole fuckfest. It’s countering the effects of Fight Club. Can’t sleep."


amiyourbaddreamorareyoumine:

firstmonkeyshotintospace:

amiyourbaddreamorareyoumine started following you

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"We need to ease up on milk drinking, either that or Marla’s been stealing it all."

"Thought I told you to get rid of that wench." 

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"You do I always got to do it? I mean, she annoys me as much as she annoys you."


amiyourbaddreamorareyoumine started following you

"We need to ease up on milk drinking, either that or Marla’s been stealing it all."


smelltheashesandtastethesmoke started following you

saintway started following you 

redheadedroamer started following you

"If you could fight any female celebrity, alive or dead, who would you fight?"


oldworldsrunnerup started following you

gameon-worldoff started following you

"What?"


WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?

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"Take a guess."










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