TATER TOT

I prepare for the noble
WAR.

DO NOT CONDONE.

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"I'M HELPING TO TAKE 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍. 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃."
TATE LANGDON.

TRIGGERS GALORE: NSFW/GORE. PRIVATE.

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@explosivecharm "But that's more your department, I don't know shit about that stuff." sure, he knew the technical names, and some of the ingredients, but Tate had really never /made/ an explosive. What he did know, was where to score some good coke. And how to shoot a gun.

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@explosivecharm #heathersverse Tate takes his school lunch tray, plopping himself across from J.D. He’s already munching on a loose french fry, kicking his feet up on an empty chair.

“A twister would do this school a favor.” he spoke quietly to his friend.

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@explosivecharm Dark eyes shining at the thought of the destruction and chaos that could be unleashed upon this shithole, if only the right /person/ found the right method. "Gasoline infused pipe bombs, or homemade C4. Something to really go out with a bang." he kept his voice low. +

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Kill them all.

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Tate snorted. "She did a lot of things. A lot of people."

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Oh, that's because it was parked next door. Where she usually lives. Fortunately, Tate rarely has to see the dumb bitch, unless she visits her /old/ home. "It's next door."

Tate's smile faded, entire expression dropping. Hugo. "He used to drive a red corvette." +

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busied with it.

Blue eyes deliberately scanned the room, knowing well the enormity of the house. Big for the two alone.

Driver did the math in his head; station wagon, big house, mother and teenage son. Didn’t fit.

“What’s your dad’s?”

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With a casual shrug of his shoulders, he decided to tell at least /some/ of the tale. Maybe it would get this guy to open his mouth about his own life.

"My dad left when I was six. My whore of a mother probably sold his car out of spite." +

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I wonder how Tate would do in The Walking Dead. Probably end up like Troy Otto. ::

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Honestly, Tate should be in a mental institution. Too bad Constance had been too blind by his /talents/ and /looks/ to give him such help. That woman didn't have a noble or motherly bone in her body.

"It gets me where I need to go."

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He was just very observant. Tate knew there was far more to this man than met society's eye. But he clearly wasn't really a sharer. Which was fine with him. It was just utterly boring in this house, so it was nice to hear other people's histories.

There was no need to get +

[┈┉┅━━ 𝘐 𝘋𝘙𝘐𝘝𝘌 . @SATINITES]

Tucson, and his foster parents.

Somehow he doubted this was the reason this boy took his mother’s.

“What making?” the car.

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hostile over something as trivial as boredom. He knew better than that. "Beat up station wagon from the 40's. It's pretty much on its last leg. Her boyfriend used to take care of it." right after his wife set herself and their daughters ablaze, of course.

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@ALLCLICHES And indeed he did. "Michael is easily influenced. Find him the right people, the right group. He'll follow them. And luckily, he'll follow them right out of this fucking house."

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@ALLCLICHES #apocverse A witch. A witch in HIS house. Didn't they have enough bullshit surrounding this shithole? Tate was skulking around, chewing on his thumb nail the way he usually did. The silver serpent thumb ring, which was a straight up replica of his favorite movie +

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@ALLCLICHES Deep inside, he knew. He knew everything. All of his bullshit was embedded into his soul. He knew how to pick and choose people, find their weaknesses, expose them to twist for himself.

"But." deciding to knock down the last proverbial domino. "He has a weakness." +