Nikita sentence meme pt. i

slavicshadcw:

• ❛ We all wear masks. Everyone, everyday. Sometimes we wear them so much we forget who we really are. ❜
  
• ❛ And sometimes, if we’re lucky, someone comes along and shows us who we really wanna be, who we should be. ❜
  
• ❛ Fighting this war on your own must be exhausting. ❜
  
• ❛ Are you going to let me go? ❜
  
• ❛ Before you pull the trigger, you should know my name. ❜
  
• ❛ A killer with a conscious; it’s no wonder they cut you loose. ❜
  
• ❛ The real gift isn’t freedom. It’s what we get to do with it. ❜
  
• ❛ Brute force will never be as powerful as deception. ❜
  
• ❛ I’m not a monster. I just wanted you to think I was. ❜
  
• ❛ I have nothing left. If you die, I die. ❜
  
• ❛ I was the first recruit to get out. I’m going to make certain I’m not the last. ❜
  
• ❛ Your life is over, _____. I’m here to offer you a new one. But you have to be willing to earn it. ❜
  
• ❛ She had a good run. Won’t be another one like her. ❜
  
• ❛ Did she say who she was working for? ❜
  
• ❛ Everything to make me the best killer I could be… till I broke one of their rules. ❜
  
• ❛ I thought I heard my name. ❜
  
• ❛ I want you to know I can get to you, and hit you where it hurts the most. ❜
  
• ❛ Just like old times, huh? ❜
  
• ❛ You were free. You had gotten out, you were gone. What the hell are you doing back here? ❜
  
• ❛ I know you’re in this for revenge.  ❜
  
• ❛ You know firsthand what it feels like. Have the thing you love most in life taken away from you. ❜
  
• ❛ It wasn’t your life. It was your cover. I warned you not to get emotionally attached. ❜
  
• ❛ I’ll give you a head start. ❜
  
• ❛ If we meet again I can’t promise what will happen. ❜
  
• ❛ I can only promise you one thing… It’s going to get worse before it gets better. ❜
  
• ❛ The last word they breathe before the end, will be my name. ❜
  
• ❛ Did you ever have feelings for her? ❜
  
• ❛ You put him in danger, _____. That’s not like you. ❜
  
• ❛ Pretty cool how you can hack into all these servers. ❜
  
• ❛ You said you didn’t want forgiveness, but you deserve it, _____. ❜
  
• ❛ What have you got behind your back? ❜
  
• ❛ I can’t believe I ever thought you were cute. ❜
  
• ❛ You’d follow him over a cliff, wouldn’t you? Just like that. ❜
  
• ❛ You don’t have a choice. ❜
  
• ❛ What do I want? What I want is to empty a clip into your face. ❜
  
• ❛ That’s the difference between you and me, _____. You’ll kill anyone, I don’t waste life. ❜
  
• ❛ The man could not keep it in his pants if it was tied to his zipper, you know what I’m saying? ❜
  
• ❛ I told myself if I could just find you and see if you were OK, that I would have done one good thing in my life. ❜
  
• ❛ I made the same mistake you did. The best mistake of my life. ❜
  
• ❛ I’ve got a plan. ❜
  
• ❛ Why don’t you just let me go? ❜
  
• ❛ I’m not gonna let them do anything to you. I’m not gonna let anything happen to you. I’m not gonna lose you too. ❜
  
• ❛ The truth is what we choose to believe. ❜
  
• ❛ Making friends isn’t hard. Losing them will be. Trust me. ❜
  
• ❛ Not everything has to be a video game. ❜
  
• ❛ You know what you’re going to do? You’re going to kill, and you’re going to kill, you’re going to kill some more. And one day, if you’re very lucky, you’re gonna remember what it was like to be a human being. ❜
  
• ❛ I don’t want you to go through what I did, _____. Wouldn’t wish that on anyone. ❜
  
• ❛ Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself. ❜
  
• ❛ Thanks, my flight was lovely. How about yours? ❜
• ❛ I’m pretty sure that taxi driver ripped me off. ❜
  
• ❛ You picked the wrong mission to mess with. ❜
  
• ❛ Relax. I’m not here to stop you. ❜
  
• ❛ You may not believe this, but I’m glad you found me. I’ve often wondered how you fared. You probably don’t realize, but you changed my life as much as I changed yours. ❜
  
• ❛ Who would have thought you would have been the voice of reason? ❜
  
• ❛ Revenge is not the answer. ❜
  
• ❛ I’m not a spice girl, and I was never ever obscure. I was elusive, and a little dangerous. I was a legend. ❜
  
• ❛ I’m new at this hero stuff, you’ve been doing it a lot longer. ❜
  
• ❛ You make it sound like you’re my guardian angel. ❜
  
• ❛ It’s a kill job. I kill, or be killed, everyone knows that. ❜
  
• ❛ I like the sapphire dress too. ❜
  
• ❛ That would be very dangerous. ❜
  
• ❛ No risk, no reward. Isn’t that what you taught me? ❜
  
• ❛ She thinks you and I are, you know… Together. ❜
  
• ❛ I never lied to you. That was just my identity. You were never my family. ❜
  

🍺 🔷 sif

“ That may be so but you’re still COUNTING them, so it’s worth something. Maybe we could get you a stylist? ” 

“ It was an ESTIMATE.  And I don’t need a stylist. I own a BAR. Don’t really need to go all out dressing for it. ”

🍺 🔷 star lord

IT WAS WORTH A SHOT. he had a feeling he was gonna fail all along but units
were all he had  &&  how could anyone blame him for Earth being so hilariously
underdeveloped that they didn’t know about the common galactic currency ? A sigh
escaped the hybrid which was heavily dominated by the smell of alcohol. This
wasn’t the best time to be DRUNK.

     “  No free drinks for the Legendary Star-Lord huh.  “

      “  Like, all the bars out there accept units, man.  “

                     _{“  How is it even my problem ——–}

                               ——– you are so behind on everything ? “

He wondered where this guy got that name. What show or movie he must have
watched to come up with something as ridiculous as STAR LORD. From the
corner of his eye, he could see one of the waitresses smiling and laughing a bit.
But this show seemed a bit more PATHETIC than with any comedic value. He
certainly didn’t miss taking drunks like this to the tank.

            “ Well, none of the bars around here accept units.

                     Or can you just not find your wallet?

                     Want me to help look for it? ”

🍺 🔷 barfly

            brows raise. interest peaked.  ( a cop running a bar? but too young to have retired. )  his hand falls to the counter, head tilted.          ❝  lucky he was a bad shot.   ❞           it’d be a lie to say he hadn’t any similar battle wounds.  hazard of the job(s).  there’s the hint of a smile on face and eyes cast down as a finger trails the lip of his glass——- a glass that’s there more for show than anything else.          ❝   how long were you a cop ?   ❞

           “ yeah, he pulled a lot of his shots to the left. ” the reason he adorned the scar in his hand as well as the one in his shoulder. the latter was as if to add further insult to the injury dealt. he’s pulled away to serve another patron a beer, one of the waitresses passing behind him to go and mix drinks. fingers go and massage around the scar in his hand - movement’s getting STIFF. it’s that time of year for him to start carrying handwarmers again. “ twelve years. joined the force right after i got my criminal justice degree. ”

🍺 🔷 sif

“ I see you dressed yourself in the DARK again today. ”

      “ I hope you know I stopped taking offense to that a good ten jokes ago. ”

🍺 🔷 rudy

       ‘ _{i fuckin’ hate dogs, me, mate.} 

   _{rudy almost hisses - it’s a lie, he loves dogs - just not dogs who jump all over him. brown hues look from the dog that’s now calm && in the dog bed. he mocks the way scott commands the dog && places his hands on his hips.} 

     ‘ _{guard dog ?? THAT ?? he’ll fuckin’ kill someone !! you - you could go to JAIL, mate, alright.} 

          ^{“ Jail? ”}

      ^{a brow raised as a smirk tugged at his lips. it was almost funny trying to imagine how that trial would go. arms crossed over his chest and he shrugged his shoulders.}

         ^{“ Guess he should apologize, then. Feliks, say you’re sorry. ”}

       ^{he looked towards the dog as feliks raised his head. he let out a bark and a short howl before resting his head back down on the bed. a laugh escaped and scott looked back towards rudy.}

🍺 🔷 barfly

     ❛ YOU’RE missing out. it’s a much better movie the
          second time around. but if you’re sure       at least it’s
          not like donnie darko. to understand that movie you
          gotta watch the director’s cut AND read the philosophy
          of time. and i’m still not sure i get that movie. i know
          a shit ton more about time travel and the manipulated
          living. ❜

          “ that movie was TERRIBLE. i watched it once and ended
             up staying up all that night just to try and figure out what
             happened. can’t decide if it was well done or one of the
             worst movies i’ve ever seen. ”

🍺 🔷 barfly

             with an elbow propped on the counter, fingers cradle a weary head. and while eyes appear to unobservant to his surroundings, a single comment proves OTHERWISE.            ❝   your hand——-   ❞          his own hands raise for clarification, left gesturing to the right palm. the scar.         ❝    ——- what happened ?   ❞

         it’s not unusual for his attention to be split while serving. from one person to the next, cleaning the glasses – it wasn’t like he didn’t have any help. there were a few other employees hired and they did their jobs well. their work and his reputation were what kept the bar packed. so he almost missed the question entirely as it was pointed out. “ trigger happy crook while i was on the beat a couple years back. ” not too deep to heal up pretty well - not too shallow to not cause permanent damage. they said he was lucky.

🍺 🔷 armando

^{fingers curl tighter about the periphery of his glass, eyes glued upon its amber dregs    ——  he’s unwilling to surrender it ‘till every last dip  &  corner is sucked dry, fueling this festering buzz.  it had been, what? nearly a month now?  that’s a goddamn record for a guy like him.  cart out the medals of honor    (  nevermind that he  BROKE,  snapped straight in two like a fucking twig at one simple phone call   …   one point of acknowledgement from the man who barely raised him.  what a laugh, huh?  ).} 

^{that gruff voices crashes over him   ;   waves breaking against the edge of his consciousness.  the corner of his mouth tugs upward to form a lopsided smirk, head canted in the bare minimum of recognition.  &  his final, paltry mouthful of scotch is tossed back in quick order with a  PRACTICED  flick of his wrist.  the empty tumbler’s slid those few inches forward ‘cross the counter    ——  a silent plea for another   …   then another, then another.}

                  ^{❛   have i reached that point of sad  &}  pathetic  ^{already? it’s still early.   ❜}

^{full lips wrap ‘round the words with precision not yet marred by the fog of booze, his accent still thick despite so many years spent outside his homeland    (  driven out  ;  a nuisance only skilled enough to sully  &  entertain  ).  of course he would not unravel himself before the judgement of a stranger    ——  but then, a stranger who refills his glass may at least warrant polite conversation.}

                  ^{❛   family troubles   …   nothing i can’t handle.  what’s your name, HONEY?   ❜}

^{there was a certain brand of grief written across the other’s face — it had been plastered there the moment he stepped in. personal as anyone else’s yet enough to send him straight to the bottle. scenes as such have played out before him numerous times. it was tempting to create his own drunk tank for the bar itself for when the inebriated would be cut off. or, god forbid, they decide they were done and sober enough to go home themselves. how many drunks had he escorted himself for causing a fuss just because they had been cut off?}

                     ^{“ You’re not there JUST YET, but the night’s still young. ”}

^{and he only had one drink left to go. that was, until he’d stop serving. his gaze dropped to the tumbler as it was slid over. the only thing stopping him from frowning was keeping face and doing his job. the same bottle the man had been drinking from was procured. the lid uncapped and amber contents flowing forth with care into the glass. two fingers and that was it. the bottle was recapped and stowed back to it’s rightful spot behind the bar.}

                     ^{“ Good that you can handle it, but if you need to get it out, I’m listening. ”}

^{he couldn’t count all of the stories he’d heard from drunks on both hands. it was a universal truth that the bartender was there to listen. only when there was no one else and because they knew to trust their tales wouldn’t spread any further. some even expected him to give advice, but he always managed to come up short with that.}

                       ^{“ Name’s Scott. Mind giving me yours? ”}