Hey everyone sorry for not posting on here for the last week, I’ve been laying low after a frightening incident that happened to me regarding undercover police and someone I met here off Tumblr. Yes, police are targeting people (drug users primarily) on here by making blogs that have nothing on them (no reblogs, no personal content, not following any other blogs but Tumblr Staff and YOU) and messaging drug addicts in private telling them that if we help them score they will give us money/let us keep like half the amount of stuff they’re asking for, etc.
I was debating on whether or not I should post this since the person this is about doesn’t know I know they’re a cop/working for cops, but I want to keep everyone on here safe from this kind of stuff happening to them, so I might as well share my experience.
Basically a blog on here that had nothing posted on their blog and that wasn’t following anyone except for me and Tumblr Staff (two key sketchy signs right there) messaged me asking for help getting H saying that they had just moved from out of state and needed help with a new connect and offered me close to $100 each time for helping them. It seemed sketchy but I desperately needed the money, so I decided to help.
I met with them twice before the third time, being extremely cautious the first two times (watching my surroundings, asking important questions, sending someone else to bring the stuff back to them instead of me, etc.). Then on the third time they asked for a much larger amount than they had asked for the first two times (which is something cops trying to do an undercover buy do, they buy a couple of decent sized amounts and then on buy number three they buy a large amount and try to pop you with it when you return back to them with it.)
On buy three I carefully watched my surroundings. I noticed undercover cop cars around keeping an eye on me, after I walked off I had a bad feeling.
I got a confirmation that my sketched out feelings were right when while the person was waiting on me to come back with dope my friend that knew what I was doing gave me a call and told me that they were over in the area that that person I’m helping is in and that there’s over 5 cop cars and a drug task force vehicle waiting on me to come back so they could bust me. There was also unmarked vehicles with cops looking out the window with binoculars driving up and down the streets looking for where I went. I’m not going to say what happened after this in case the person I wrote this about finds it. I did the smart thing and decided to be safe instead of sorry.
Everyone on Nodsquad, Tweaker Nation, and everything in between, BE CAREFUL WHEN IT COMES TO MEETING PEOPLE ONLINE AND HELPING THEM GET VARIOUS SUBSTANCES! IT CAN AND POSSIBLY COULD COME BACK TO BITE YOU.
I’ve met probably close to 20 people off of Tumblr, some just to hang out, some for whatever else, and none of them were sketchy people until this last incident.
DON’T HELP BLOGS THAT ARE NEW AND DON’T HAVE ANY CONTENT ON THEM! (aka no reblogs, no personal content, only following you and Tumblr staff or a very unusually small handful of people.)
DON’T GIVE OUT YOUR REAL NAME, REAL PHONE NUMBER, OR ANY OTHER PERSONAL INFORMATION ABOUT YOURSELF TO THESE PEOPLE OR ANYONE ONLINE YOU DON’T REALLY KNOW.
If it seems too good to be true, it probably is.
If anyone has anymore questions about avoiding these types of situations, about signs and tips on how to spot an undercover cop, or anything else feel free to message me privately. The area I’m in recently hired 110 more undercovers to do drug busts right now, I’m sure Seattle isn’t the only place with this sort of thing going on right now.
PLEASE, PLEASE BE SAFE EVERYONE. A get well, a high, or a chunk of cash isn’t worth a felony and your freedom.
Please reblog this message so everyone in the drug community on here can see this and be made aware. Tumblr isn’t always a “safe place” like we would like to think it is.
For people who see this post… why? Why would anyone like this? This is a weird invasion of childhood moments that weren’t released by choice.
You don’t just get someone’s yearbook. You either go to the school those years, or you hunt this down from someone else that has one.
Everyone wants to know whatever they can about Ryan’s past, but can we at least let him decide when he releases or okays pictures from his own childhood? It’s exciting and fun to know more about someone! This is not one of those times.
Leaving out the name of the school makes no difference. It’s still creepy and weird.
“For the sake of his privacy” If there was any care at all for his privacy this wouldn’t have been posted. Especially not on a side account with no other posts than to reblog this same thing.
I blacked out the name just for the fact that they shouldn’t get more named recognition for this kind of negative digging.
If people out there care for Ryan’s actual privacy and life, please… Please. Give this post no notice when you go by it. Don’t encourage this kind of hunting stalking behavior.
Ryan should mean more to this to any true fan who cares deeply for his well being and privacy of his life. If he wanted it released, it’d be out on an Extra Life or a stream.
Trying to explain to someone how to sale drugs when their bitch ass don’t wanna listen. You’ve been in the game 6 months. Ive been here 5 years. Listen. Or just be dumb and get jacked idc
1. Don’t front to everyone. Shit. You aint in this to make friends homie, you in this to make money. So if bob wants a front and bob is already cut off by EVERYONE I wouldn’t front to bob. Just saying, unless your just in the business of giving away free drugs, then yeah go ahead 😉
2. You aint gotta make everyone happy fuck you aint Santa clause. If they wanna complain about your prices tell their bitchasses to go get it some where else. There’s a reason they’re trying to do business with you, if they really could get it some where else for that so called low ass price then they would have did that to begin with, they never would have hit you up in the first place right?
3. Its best not to let everyone no how much Shit you got.. I no you think your cool like omg your a drug dealer now like holly Shit that’s so cool…..omg. Um no. There’s certain people that don’t need to no Shit. So if bob hits you up and bob wants a quarter o, you tell bob ok let me see what I can do. Don’t tell bob -“HELL YEAH I GOT YOU, MAN I JUST PICKED UP A BIG ASS LOAD”
No. Don’t say that stupid. Why? BC when you meet up with bob and bob tells you well I only got “this much” ill have the rest later, we already no you aint gonna see Shit later. And really bob has the full amount but bob knows you got a “BIG ASS LOAD” so bob is like fuck that hes trying to come up to, you got plenty, shorting you 100 should be no big deal. No fuck bob. That’s why you don’t let bob no Shit. When Yall meet up you tell bob this aint your Shit, you gotta pay someone else for it, and you gotta have the full amount.
4. Drugs will sale. Everyone needs drugs ok. This aint no race to see how fast you can get rid of it all, cause you want your plug to think your about business. No. He don’t care. All he cares about is his money. Hes probably already forgot he even sold you Shit. So slow your roll homie. You aint gotta sale to everyone. If 7 people hit you up and they all needing some at the same time, that don’t mean tell all 7 of them niggas to come to your house at the same time. Your not on their time. Their on yours. If they wanna get frustrated and go somewhere else cause your telling them to wait. LET THEM. Fuck. Its not like there’s a shortage of people trying to buy drugs. Or be dumb. Let all 7 of them come at the same time. Cause look check this Shit out. All 7 of them might not even no each other but watch as they work together to distract yo ass. So you will fuck up. Your gonna have one fool sketchin threw your Shit. Ones gonna be coming in and out the house. Ones gonna be tripping looking out the window and Shit thinking cops are watching trying to trip you out. Ones not gonna shut the fuck up with some pointless ass story hes trying to tell you that aint makin no kinda sense, at the same time this other fool is gonna be talking to you about how he wanted a half a g but really he wanted a teenier but if you could do a 8ball cause he HAD $100 and he will pay you the rest later cause hes got $30 now and your just like ok. So then when all them fools leave you got no drugs, and $15 dollars.
Anyway basically the point is DON’T TRUST EVERYONE..TRUST NO ONE Especially bob. Don’t trust bob. Live by that motto and you will succeed.
Charge a small "adoption fee" to prevent snake owners from using your free puppies or kittens as food.
I have a coworker who routinely looks at online advertisements for
free puppies, kittens, or bunnies. She will pretend to be getting the
animal for her children, but will really take it home and feed it to her
reticulated python. She admitted that she won’t pay over 10$ to feed
the snake. Charging a small adoption fee of $15 or $20 will deter her
and other like minded individuals from dishonestly taking the animals
for a food source.
Note: I understand that snakes are animals too, and need to eat. I’m
not bashing on snakes or snake owners. I merely take issue with the
dishonest means by which this is happening. In some examples that she
shared with me, the previous owners are calling and texting to check in
on the animals, so she lies to them. If these people care enough to
check up on the animal, they most likely would not have given the
animals away if the true intent were known. Sketchy.
Edit: Wow, this ended up being a really controversial topic. For the
record, this is a true story. This woman is emotionally unstable, and
quite frankly, doesn’t have the mental agility to pull off a prank on
this level as some have suggested. I do agree with many of you who have
pointed out the possible warning signs of a sociopath, and I will
definitely be reporting her. Thank you to all those who PM’d me
resources and contact information.
Also, I had never considered the concept of the bait dogs/fighting
dogs and I found that to be enlightening as well. As some have
mentioned, the dog fighting rings may be the bigger more prominent
threat. There were many comments that mentioned the fee really doesn’t
solve the problem, and that solid interviewing and vetting of new owners
is a better strategy. I do not disagree. The argument of
spaying/neutering pets was also made, and again, I do not disagree. The
purpose of this post was not to spark ethical debate about the food
chain, or which type of animals should be labeled “food” vs. “pets”. Nor
was the purpose of this post to vilify snakes or their responsible
owners. This story would have read the same, even if the animal she
owned was a Saltwater Crocodile.
My goal in sharing this post was to raise awareness that there are
sketchy people out there who are dishonest in their dealings, and who
may not have your pet’s best interest at heart. So, whether charging a
fee, or conducting more extensive interviews, or spaying/neutering, we
can all be a little more responsible with the animals we value, to make
sure that they do not needlessly suffer. Hence the LPT.
Would you buy a car or an apartment from Craigslist?
Okay. So I know it took me forever. But…
Craigslist Buying 101
1. Pictures. Pictures are so important! Please disregard any post on Craigslist that does not have images of the exact product that you’re going to be purchasing. Not a similar product- the exact product! This applies to:
It’s so easy to upload photos to the internet in this day and age, if the poster did not upload photos, they had a reason for it. Please do not involve yourself with sketchy people. There’s actually an option to filter out any posts without pictures in them on the Craigslist sidebar.
2. Professional. Disregard any posts with spelling errors and obvious grammatical errors. Any person who does not check their post for stupid errors is not worth your time. They’re trying to sell something to you- do they not care about the sale???
3. Information. The more information posted- the better. Theoretically you should be able to read an apartment posting on Craigslist and know the monthly rent, what utilities (if any) are included, the pet policy, etc. If the person literally did not write any information on the post other than a stupid one-liner like “great apartment for students” then skip skip skip.
4. Phone conversation. Has everything checked out? Ask to speak to the person over the phone to set up an appointment to go see whatever you’re looking to purchase. Do not agree to meet up with someone over email or text, you need to actually hear them talk before going anywhere. Know that they’re who they say they are! If they refuse to talk to you over the phone, RUN.
5. “Student”. In my personal experience, it’s better to avoid dealings with anyone who stresses the fact that you’re “young” or a “student”. Why should it matter what you’re age is? Many people will think that just because you’re young that you will automatically have low self confidence and be easy to push around. I hate these people.
6. Bring a friend. This is the most important rule of Craigslist buying- always bring backup. The more- the merrier. Here are some examples of who you can bring:
That one Uncle who is super hairy
Your co-worker Loris
Your elderly neighbor who can’t hear well
Your D&D squad
Literally anyone you trust
Never agree to meet a stranger by yourself, and always let the person you’re meeting know that you’re bringing your posse. They should not have a problem with this.
7. Check it out. When you arrive at the agreed upon location with your posse, make sure to fully check out whatever you’re looking to purchase. I have another post about checking out potential apartments, but here’s what I’d look for in a potential car:
Ask the seller to meet you at a local car repair shop. Either they or you can set up an inspection, but make sure that you are both there to hear the results. This guarantees that the car is road safe. There is no other way to guarantee that the car is not a lemon, a professional needs to do an assessment. Do not buy the car until a mechanic puts on an inspection sticker.
If the mechanic suggests that anything needs to be fixed on the car, the seller should pay for the repairs of give you a discount.
Ask the mechanic to raise the car so that you can check for rust.
Open all the compartments in the car.
Check out any seat or upholstery damage.
Does the radio/CD player work? How will you play your tunes?
Do the windows roll up and down?
Does the heat/AC work?
Does the defogger/defroster work?
Does the horn work?
Do the windshield wipers need to be repaired?
Ask what type of tires the car has. Are they all-weather? Will the car need snow tires?
When was the last time the car’s oil was changed?
Are the headlights bright?
Do the lights inside the car work?
Are their heated seats? Do they work?
If it’s a convertible- does the top open smoothly?
Are there any dents visible on the inside our outside?
Is there any rust?
Are you going to be given a discount if there is?
Does it come with license plates or will you need to buy your own?
Ask to test drive the car. Test breaks, acceleration, etc.
8. Price. The price for said item should not have changed at all now that you’re there in person. If it has, decline to do business. Remember to stand your ground! Loris will help you.
And finally- if you are buying a car, please read your state’s DMV’s page on the required forms. Here is the one for NY.
Darry: Definitely bored quickly and wanting to leave early. He gets a headache from the music choices after a while. Gives up on trying to calm down Sodapop from dancing on the table and stealing other men’s chicks. Literally watches Ponyboy like a hawk. Then there’s the alcohol. He tears off his shirt when he gets drunk enough and lets girls take shots off his body.
Sodapop: LIFE OF THE PARTY, HONESTLY. He’s got his arm wrapped around girls and he’s trying not to stumble. He tries to drunk fight Steve and they trip all over each other and fall into tables while trying to swing their arms. BEER PONG CHAMPION. Getting high n’ passing it around. Too lit to realize who he’s passing it to and realizes it’s Ponyboy and he gets his hand smacked by Darry.
Ponyboy: Uncomfortable and squished in the crowd of drunk teenagers. Getting STEPPED on. Gags when he tries his first shot. He gets all upset and flustered when Two-Bit makes fun of him for it. Literally miserable & wants to go home UNTIL he finds Johnny in the way, way back and they get high af and talk deeply about life.
Johnny: He was shaken up and definitely uneased by everything at first, but next thing you know he’s higher than a kite with his arm thrown around the couch and he’s so chill, talking to a bunch of girls who walk up to him. Always the guy to make sure everything doesn’t go overboard and he gets Steve to help him carry a passed out greaser to a safe zone.
Dallas: WILD AND TRYING TO START FIGHTS. Oh my God, getting with random women upstairs, shot after shot after shot, trying to stuff beer for later in his jacket, he’s so drunk that he stumbles into the T.V. and breaks it, throws up from drinking so much and Johnny tries helping him back up, literally blackouts a few times but gets back up as if it was nothing, pulling sooo many pranks, pushing drunk ppl into the pool etc…
Two-Bit: He tries literally everything sketchy people offer him, gets slapped sooo many times by different girls, takes a shot every time Ponyboy looks like he’s about to cry which = a lot of shots, daring people to do crazy shit, you either laugh or want to punch him for his jokes- no in between, streaks outside, passing out on the pool table etc…
Steve: He chooses the best party songs to dance to. He keeps doing flips off of the table and almost breaking things for God’s sake. LOUDLY proclaiming how proud he is of himself and interrupts conversations to do so when he’s tipsy. Gets rlly upset when Sodapop keeps winning beer pong so he steals his shots and they end up tryna fight again.
I get so defensive when people talk about Beyoncé because we’re just cool like that🤞🏾 and we spent hours talking about the business and how sketchy people can be and trees and I KNOW we connected like 🤞🏾that soooo
I unfollowed her after the whole 6p heals nonsense, but the one thing that finally got to me was the damn post with the gif of "leaf bugs" and I tried to tell her multiple times they're mantises(I had raised the species I knew them well) and somehow she never saw them even tho I pinged her... hrmmmmm. I'm so done with her sketchy ass.
Sixpenceee? Ignoring people calling her out on incorrect or unsourced info? Nooooooooooooooooooo, it can’t be!
“Ronnie… Ronnie it’s fine.” JD tried to take her hands away but Veronica kept fussing over him. “Why do you keep trying to fix my hair?” He asked.
“I just want to make sure you’re… okay…” Veronica bit her lip.
“What’s going on, Ronnie?” JD asked. Veronica sighed and slumped down in the car seat. They had pulled over for a slushie stop.
“I’m just a little worried is all.” She sighed, stirring her slushie. “My parents are great, don’t get me wrong, but my aunt, uncle and cousins are… less great.” She sighed. “It’s not that I don’t love them they’re just… so judgemental!” She cried.
“Woah, this is all new.” JD smiled. Veronica made a face.
“I should have told you but I was afraid you’d back out.” She admitted.
“Come on, I deserve more credit than that, darling.” He laughed. “How bad can they be?” He scooted closer to Veronica.
“Mac is rich.” JD reminded. Veronica shook her head.
“Mac has a lot of money, that’s one thing. But rich is a personality trait.” Veronica explained. “Mac is sweet and lovable, so she’s not rich. She’s just loaded. Somebody who’s rich is condescending and think they’re better than everyone and… This part of my family is rich!” Veronica cried, throwing her hands up. “And I don’t want them to judge you, or be mean to you or make you feel bad… maybe I should just put you in a little bubble for your whole life.” She joked, leaning on his shoulder.
“I do not want that.” JD assured. “Darling, I’ll be fine. I’ll be nice and polite and totally out of character and it’ll be fine. Okay?” JD asked. Veronica smiled and nodded.
“Veronica! Oh how wonderful to see you again! We’ve missed you so much!” Her aunt Sandy hugged her at the door. Veronica put on a smile and hugged back.
“Hi it’s good to see you too.” She tried to show excitement. Sandy pulled back and looked at JD.
“And is this the boy my sister has told me so much about?” She asked. Veronica nodded and Sandy gave JD a hug. He tensed up a bit and tried not to squirm. He wasn’t much of a “physical contact” person with people he didn’t know. But he tried to act “normal”. Sandy pulled back and smiled.
“Not much of a hugger? Oh well, come in!” She motioned.
“She seems really nice.” JD whispered to Veronica.
“Don’t fall for it.” Veronica huffed to him. JD followed the woman into the kitchen where a large family waited for them. They were all across from each other and seemed to go quiet when they saw JD and Veronica enter. A girl who seemed to be a few years older than Veronica looked up at JD and motioned to who looked like her sister.
“Him.” Was all she said. A few other people nodded and Veronica seethed.
“This is what I was telling you about.” She grumbled.
“So, JD we’ve all been eager to get to know you.” Veronica’s uncle Neil spoke. “What do you do for work? I assume a boy your age has a job.” He added. JD nodded.
“Yeah I work at a pawn shop in town. Right by school actually.” JD smiled a little. “You get some sketchy people trying to buy guns illegally but it pays good if you keep your mouth shut about what goes on in the back.” JD continued, speaking like this was a normal dinner table conversation. Veronica face palmed and her whole family stared.
“Oh… well isn’t that…” Veronica’s grandmother tried to find a word but she just trailed off. JD pressed his lips together, just now realizing he should not have said that.
“Sorry…” He rubbed the back of his head. “I don’t really do this sort of thing often so I’m not sure what I should and shouldn’t say…” He blabbered. Veronica just patted him on the back to get him to stop rambling.
“JD’s got a really outgoing personality!” She cut in. “It’s one of the things I love about him! In fact he was so forward when he gave me his mother’s ring, isn’t it pretty?” She asked, showing the group the ring that was hanging from a necklace. It was a sort of tradition, and once they decided to get married the ring would go on her hand. But as for now they thought they were too young and we’re just waiting for high school to end. But they both knew it was coming.
“He gave you his mother’s ring?” Sandy asked. “Oh isn’t that pretty… but a second hand ring doesn’t exactly scream ‘romance’, now does it?” She asked.
“This ring is actually really important to both of us, aunt Sandy.” Veronica told her. “And I’d rather have it than the pebble Neil bought you from KMart.” She hissed. The entire room went dead quiet and JD shrunk down with wide eyes.
“Excuse me?” Sandy asked.
“I’m just saying that your ring’s total value is the same as the ones kids get out of gumball machines. So maybe you should remember that before you judge somebody else’s choice of jewelry.” Veronica told her.
“You are such a brat!” Veronica’s cousin snapped.
“I’m a brat? You judged my boyfriend before he even spoke to you guys! And sure he’s a little weird, he doesn’t meet new people too often but I love him! And If you guys can’t even try to get along with the person I love then I don’t think you love me.” She continued. “This was a bad idea, let’s go, JD. I don’t know why I felt like I needed their approval.” Veronica huffed, and walked out the door, expecting her boyfriend to follow her. But he stood in the kitchen for another moment.
“I uh… thanks for uh… having us?” He shrugged. “I… I’m going to take this.” He said quietly, and reached out to take the pie off the table. “See you guys another time.” He backed out, but came back a second later. “I’m also taking this.” He said, taking a candle stick off the table, and leaving the house. “Ronnia wait!” He called to his girlfriend.
“Did you… did you steal a pie and candlestick from my relatives?” She asked. JD looked in his hands.
“Yeah… the pie looked really good and the candlestick looked expensive.” He explained. “But that’s beside the point… thanks for sticking up for me. I’m sorry the dinner went lousy. He smiled and Veronica gave him a kiss.
“No, it was fine, you were there and that’s all I really care about.”
did none of you learn not to trust white theater kids in high school like this tomato sandals guy is just like all of them… the last time i talked to a white theater kid she told me blue lives matter was a crucial movement and said some other sketchy shit about gay people they are all like that
Summary: Wonho was the most sought out criminal in the Sector. Nobody knew who he really was or what he actually looked like, but he was the hero of the oppressed and impoverished. You were the general of the Sector’s Army with an extraordinary brain and years of training and your one goal in life was to take his life.
“For your first mission, I want you to capture Wonho.”
This was your first order from President Yang as the newly appointed General and you wholeheartedly accepted it. The president, aware of the vengeful spirit that had invaded your soul, knew this task was perfect for you. He wasn’t wrong; as you marched out of the secure gates of the protected buildings and into the filthy streets of the Sector you could feel the determination brewing within you. The thought of capturing the person who had killed the only family you had left and putting an end to him excited you.
The first step in your plan was to investigate and so you set out on your way. You interrogated people far and wide, from every neighbourhood, pub, port, and market. However, they all gave you the same information regarding his whereabouts: “He’s never in one place, he’s always on the move.”. They were all cautious with their choice of words, no excessive praising that could land them in trouble with the Sector Government nor any censure that expresses that they are against his doings. They were consistently neutral.
Towards the end of the second day of investigation was when you began losing hope. There was no way to trace any information back to him. The citizens weren’t generous with their details and you didn’t even know what he looked like save for the fact that he had blonde hair. It wasn’t until you met a bartender by the name of Jooheon in a pub that night that you knew your mission was back on track.
“There’s lots of talk about this Wonho guy these days, know anything about him?” You asked quietly, your scarf wrapped around your neck and mouth and the hood of your jacket down low on your eyes to hide your features. You sat on the edge of the bar stool, ready to bolt if necessary.
Jooheon chuckled, pouring you a drink and sliding it over the counter, “Apparently a relative of his got struck with the plague and he’s struggling with not having any medicine to cure it. Told me himself.”
You cocked an eyebrow at his last statement, your curiosity pricked as you straightened your back. “Really?”
Nodding, Jooheon wiped the glasses with a white cloth. “He’d do anything for the medicine at this point, he’s pretty desperate. He’s idiotic enough to pull another stunt like last week’s, that’ll get him caught right away.”
You lifted your glass to your lips and smirked to yourself, setting the glass down again and humming, “I think I can provide what he needs.”
Jooheon’s head snapped up from his work, shocked by the proclamation that you had the magical medicine in your possession. Its existence was similar to a mere myth to the impoverished people of the Sector. Wonho was the only person who was able to obtain it and that man himself was like something out of a mythological story.
“Tell him I’ll be waiting for him at midnight at this address and I can give him what he’s looking for.” You muttered, jotting down the location of the place you had in mind on a scrap piece of paper that Jooheon provided. You hopped off of the stool and nodded at him one more time before turning your back.
“And if he doesn’t believe me,” You added, glancing at the awestruck bartender over your shoulder. You dug your hand into your pocket and revealed the cap of a medicine vial that had the Sector Government’s coat of arms engraved on the top and tossed it onto the counter nonchalantly, “give him this as proof.”
Leaving Jooheon frozen in place, you exited the pub and wove your way down the streets to the small alleyway you had arranged as the meeting point for your plan tonight. It was in such a hidden and dark area that you knew there certainly wouldn’t be any interferences and you would have him cornered easily. This site completely worked to your advantage.
As the hours passed, you couldn’t help pacing up and down the alley. You were becoming giddier as the moon finally settled in the middle of the sky, the arms of your watch signifying how much time left till midnight. You began preparing yourself when there were mere minutes remaining; you grasped your dagger tightly in the large pocket of your coat and lingered in your spot. One would think that you would bring a gun with you instead but this type of weaponry was too advanced and would undoubtedly expose you in the Sector.
“You have what I’m looking for?” A voice boomed suddenly, making you jump. You returned to your laid back, yet strong stance immediately, grip tightening on the handle of the dagger.
“Show yourself and then we’ll negotiate.” You called out in reply, your eyes subtly darting around the perimeter, searching for a face. As you glanced up, you caught sight of a light shadow of a figure cast by the moonlight.
Steadily, you bent down, swiping a stone off the ground and in one swift movement, you chucked it up to the top of the building, allowing it to land exactly where Wonho and Changkyun were supposedly taking cover. Changkyun slapped his hand over his lips, horrified by the dexterity in your throw and the sly exposing of their location. Wonho, on the other hand, stared blankly; he thought he had hidden himself well, but your skills were far beyond what he’d imagined.
“I know where you are, there’s no use in staying up there. Why don’t you come and join me here so we can talk?” You sniggered, a taunting tone to your words.
Changkyun and Wonho looked at each other warily and with shared exasperated sighs, they began effortlessly hopping down the buildings. They clasped onto minuscule openings in the bricks, hung from windowsills, and finally plopped down onto the ground like feathers, noiselessly. Although you were impressed by this, your facial expression did not falter and your stance remained stone-like.
“Prove that you actually do have it before you waste any more of my time.” Wonho spoke firmly, face covered by a black mask. All you could see were his brown eyes and tufts of blonde hair peeking out of his hat. His friend, Changkyun, had his face his face covered the same way, but he his messy brown hair was left out for the world to see.
Keeping your occupied hand in your coat pocket, you pulled out a small vial with the lavender liquid inside with your free hand, waving it temptingly as you held it out for him to see. “You thought I’d be lying?”
Wonho’s eyes lit up as they fell upon the medicine vial, “There are a lot of sketchy people claiming they have it. Thought it was too good to be true when Jooheon showed me the cap. What do you want for it?”
You kept your eyes locked to his, assessing the situation. You had two options: either you could kill him off in that moment or you could gain his trust and get to know him to be able to manipulate him. In that split second, you had made your mind. You unveiled your dagger and thrust it into the air. It flew past their shoulder’s and right into the heart of a man who had been sneaking in the darkness behind them, preparing to attack. You had noticed him snooping around, attracted by the medicine that everyone was searching for.
Twisting back, Wonho and Changkyun’s hearts raced, glaring at the man both in shock and relief. Changkyun turned back slowly, staring at you as he murmured silently, “You….you saved our lives.”
You nodded merrily and smiled brightly, “Well, I guess that you two owe me now.”
“What do you want?” Wonho muttered hesitantly, eyes trained on the one thing that mattered to him: the medicine.