For Gavin, golden and glinting like bronze bullets- the people's person, you don't know him like he knows you, until you're millions in debt and six feet under. For Ray, quiet like poison, for being lit only by a DS screen in torture rooms waiting for you to bleed out, for leaping across rooftops, for long distance kills, potshots, late nights lost to insomnia and good highs. For Michael, the uncontrollable force that joined with an immovable object, bloody fists. And finally Jeremy, the underground prince, living in back alleys stealing from back pockets. For the lads.

(first two are gavin, second are michael, third are ray and fourth are jeremy. some say hi over @ macheenima.tumblr.com or @nuclearbxy on twitter

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