Dime a Dozen: Pennies from Heaven by sushi4427, literature
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Dime a Dozen: Pennies from Heaven
Matt started as the door to his room flew open. The Packrat was carrying a boy that he didn't recognize, and who appeared to be sleeping. He looked between the two and shifted uncomfortably, tugging a little at the handcuffs keeping him anchored to a concrete beam.
"I need you to watch him." Matt furrowed his brow.
"Excuse me?"
"I don't have much time, just... watch him. Make sure he doesn't hurt himself." Once again, the boy's eyes wandered to the newcomer. How many captives did that make, twenty-two? More?
"Just tie him up," Matt sighed, stretching his legs. "He won't be able to move."
"Do not test my patience right now,"
Dime a Dozen: Benji, a supervillain by sushi4427, literature
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Dime a Dozen: Benji, a supervillain
Before Benji got an actual job, he spent most nights cruising around town, looking for chances to cause mischief in small enough amounts that he wouldn't actually feel guilty. Gotta keep up that supervillain cred, after all, even if nothing he did was all that villainous.
This was especially true on nights when he saw other villains out and about, almost certainly doing things far worse than he would even consider, like stealing purses or something. Like, come on, at least be a gentleman about it. At this point in time, Benji was not as fit as he would later be, but he could still run rather fast, definitely fast enough to catch such ne
Dime a Dozen: Dex, a superhero by sushi4427, literature
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Dime a Dozen: Dex, a superhero
“That’s… a lot of victims,” Dex murmured, eyes wide as he scrolled down the webpage.
“Yep.”
“Like, a lot.”
“You already said that.”
“And you want me to be his next one.”
“I want him to kidnap you so that we can stop him together,” Val corrected, though it still sounded a lot like “Go get tied up and tortured by him” to the person who would actually be facing the Dime Man’s wrath. “Look, this one has younger twin siblings, this one has a worried sick girlfriend, and oh, look, this one’s estranged grandfather came
Dime a Dozen: Cassidy, a schoolboy by sushi4427, literature
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Dime a Dozen: Cassidy, a schoolboy
It was all thanks to stupid Comic Con. Now the Packrat had been watching anime again, and was reminded of how good boys looked in school uniforms. So here he was, waiting outside Green Prep Academy, debating on whether or not he should grab the one he'd initially planned on or the cute brunette walking past with a dog.
He was impatient. He grabbed the brunette.
The kid was taken by surprise, of course, and he wordlessly let go of the leash as he was dragged inside the hatchback. The Packrat managed to close the door and start the car while he was still in shock, but as they were peeling out of the parking lot he seemed to regain his
Dime a Dozen: Zain, a schoolboy by sushi4427, literature
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Dime a Dozen: Zain, a schoolboy
It was all thanks to stupid Comic Con. Now the Packrat had been watching anime again, and was reminded of how good boys looked in school uniforms. So here he was, waiting outside Green Prep Academy, debating on whether or not he should grab the one he'd initially planned on or the cute brunette walking past with a dog.
He ended up leaving the brunette alone.
There weren't many parameters that the Packrat put on this one. He was looking for someone rich and pretty, and anything else was a bonus. He already had a valedictorian, so he skipped over him; any wrestlers, gymnasts, runners, dancers, or baseball players were marked off the p
Dime a Dozen: Drake, a cosplayer by sushi4427, literature
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Dime a Dozen: Drake, a cosplayer
It was a good day when the Packrat could charge tickets to Comic Con to his work account. He tried not to think to hard about what other costs might be; that'd just put a damper on this excellent day.
Besides, this was still work, first and foremost. Well, kind of. The point was that he couldn't spend near as much time in Evangelion panels or the artist's alley as he would have liked, because as usual, he had a target in mind. Drake Johnson was to be attending today, dressed up in a near-perfect Red Robin cosplay, knowing full well the humor in the situation.
He wasn't famous, but he was still well-known. And popular; a little diggin
Dime a Dozen: Priam, a runner by sushi4427, literature
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Dime a Dozen: Priam, a runner
Perhaps this was too dangerous, but what could he say? The Packrat liked to live dangerously.
He was back at the site of Danny's abduction, making good on an idea he proposed... What, nine months ago? Ten? It'd been awhile, but there goes that same runner, preparing for another award-winning track season. His hair was longer now.
His name was Priam Kanekoa; he knew that now. Pretty sure it was Hawaiian. That would explain the perfect tan and shaggy dark hair, which was now in a little ponytail. Now that he got a better look, present Packrat had to give past Packrat a pat on the back; he'd chosen well.
And it'd be easy, too. Priam
Dime a Dozen: Penny for Your Thoughts? by sushi4427, literature
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Dime a Dozen: Penny for Your Thoughts?
The Packrat released a hefty sigh.
Nothing.
The Packrat released a heftier sigh.
Still nothing.
The Packrat took a deep breath and was about to release the heftiest of si-
"Oh my God, fine, what's wrong?" Dean was only bound with a pair of handcuffs, keeping his arms wrapped around a pole. He'd become his captor's stress ball, being a literal captive audience to his laments, and the Packrat had much to lament about.
"I wanna let some of them go," the man replied after a moment of worried hesitation.
Oh. Well that was unexpected.
"Wait, seriously?"
"Yes." He released another sigh, but it wasn't annoying this time.
Dime a Dozen: Francios, a danseur by sushi4427, literature
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Dime a Dozen: Francios, a danseur
Swan Lake was the Packrat's favorite ballet.
He couldn't even think it with a straight face. He didn't give a crap about ballet. The... ballerinos? He saw cavalier and danseur used as well. Whatever. What he was trying to say was that he quite liked the male dancers.
François Fontaine was one of said dancers, and according to the program, he did more than just ballet. Tap, jazz, modern, street; at least he didn't do Irish. Liam hadn't been able to do much dancing over the past year or so of his captivity, but nonetheless, the Packrat didn't like repeats.
It looked like the show was ending. Or the lights had just dimmed for t
Dime a Dozen: Jacob, a valedictorian by sushi4427, literature
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Dime a Dozen: Jacob, a valedictorian
Oh, happy day. When the Packrat graduated, he could only invite two people, since any more would overflow the auditorium. Granted, no one actually came for him, but he could still appreciate the huge football stadium that had been rented out for this ceremony, especially when it meant he could just walk right in, no invitation required.
He sat up as the valedictorian rose from his seat on stage, walking over to the podium with a sort of nervous dignity. Jacob Forrester's face was magnified on the huge screen usually used to show playbacks, and the quality was so good the Packrat could see a drop of sweat drip from his temple and down h