What did the deputy director call it? Exceeding the scope of your assigned investigations.
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What did the deputy director call it? Exceeding the scope of your assigned investigations.
Hi everyone! Sorry I've been gone for a while, school just started back up and I've been a bit busy. But the summer finale of Perception was great! Now that I've got more background on Kate I'll start filling out her bio.
(( Whaaaa I’m at fifty followers, thank you guys ;u; ))
If you tag me in random starters there’s a 5020% chance you’re my new favorite person (◡‿◡✿)
"Hey - oh. You’re not the pizza guy. Can I help you?” She’s wearing a badge, Kevin. What did you do now?
"I think you can, actually. My name is Agent Moretti, I work for the FBI, is it alright if I come in? I'd like to ask you a few questions." Despite the demeanor, she really is only here to ask some things. But the bruises aren't going unnoticed, at all.
Invisible Monsters || +agentmoretti
There was a monster inside of his head, one that moved in when he was twenty-two years old, but the doctors said it had always been there. His mother had a monster too, though one that went by the name of cancer; not a mental illness, but a physical one. But that’s where the doctors said he got it from, was his mother, her schizoaffective traits.
And everyone told him, don’t let it in, don’t let it control you, you’re vulnerable, don’t let it. They told him its name, so he could paint it on his wrists, on his forehead, along the curves of his hears. Paranoid schizophrenia. They said it noticed loud things — like capital letters, or crying children, or hatred, or fear. It noticed caffeine, and fatty foods, and was easily triggered when he went off his meds.
He’d been off his meds for months now, after his stint with Wesley Sumpter and John Kennedy and talking to the walls for an entire weekend. He felt better when he was off of them; he felt stronger, more aware of his surroundings. But it also meant that the voices were back; and they weren’t like Natalie this time, they weren’t helpful or kind.
"What would happen," the voice said, "if you told Kate you were hallucinating again? What if you told her you were showing symptoms? Do you really think she’d stick around?"
Daniel was on his sofa. He put his hands over his ears and stood up, pacing the floor. But blocking out the outside noise did nothing to stop the voices when they were in his own head. “Kate’s my friend. She understands my diagnosis, she’s—”
"She understands in theory, sure. But remember how freaked out she was when you had to admit yourself to the hospital? She doesn’t understand it in practice. She’s afraid of you, Daniel."
"No, no, she’s— no. You’re wrong." Where was Lewicki? Wasn’t he supposed to be home by now, supposed to be here, telling him this man wasn’t real? "I haven’t hurt anyone, I’m not— I’m not capable of hurting anyone."
The hallucination merely smirked. “But you’ve thought about it, haven’t you? You know they’re all out to get you. Probert especially, he doesn’t see you as anything but a basket case. He’s set out to bring you down. To take Kate away from you. To convince her that you’re as crazy as they all say. And they do all say so, don’t they? At school, they see you talking to yourself, and they mock you behind your back, they’re ashamed to have you on their campus.”
Daniel, in a fit of fear and anger, grabbed up the nearest object — a glass cup — and he threw it full force at the hallucination. Naturally, it shattered against the wall with a loud crash. “Leave me alone!” he screamed, reaching up to hit at his own head, pull at his own hair. “You’re not even real, you’re not even real—”
"I’m as real as Natalie is. I’m as real as any of the other voices you hear. This is what you get for going off of your routine, you pathetic, lousy nut case. No wonder Kate secretly hates you."
After her mother died, Kate learned that you don't let people see the damage. Instead of crying, she buried her head in the books. Instead of keeping to herself, she made sure to smile at her father in the mornings. She'd go out with friends, pretend she had interest in a boy, even keep the hurt from them. If there was one thing she was good at it was hiding the damage.
It was almost ironic that she assumed Daniel wasn't hiding his anymore.
'No more secrets.'
But then again, how could she have known? No one else managed to look past her facade, and his was more practiced, he had years behind it. She shouldn't have been surprised when she heard his voice, broken, coming from the house. Kate immediately looked for Lewicki's car parked in front, nearly scrambling for the front door when she realized it was nowhere to be found and Daniel was still talking.
...But it was just a singular voice, just one, and it was his. There was a pang of panic in her chest as she quickly opened the door, just as he tossed the cup. The crash made her jump, the sound of his anguished cries sending her forward to calm him.
'Let's make a deal, your symptoms come back, you tell me.'
"Daniel!" She was quick to his side, pulling his arms down and away from his head. "Daniel, it's me. Whatever you're seeing is not real, it's not." The agent didn't know if her words would be a comfort or cause him more anguish. A passing thought crossed her mind, that he wouldn't appreciate her praying for him now.
teen wolf meme: [2/4] friendships» lydia & allison
"--Sheriff Stilinski! Sorry, to sort of ambush you like this but I was wondering if you had some time to talk? I'm Kate Moretti, with the FBI."
"Hi, I'm Agent Moretti," The woman flashed her badge,"--I'm with the FBI. I'd like to ask you a few questions, if that's alright. Don't worry, I'm less of a dick than McCall. Did he interview you yet?"
*likes to roleplay*
*follows a roleplay blog*
*tempted to roleplay*
*has no idea what to roleplay*
*feels stupid*
*nervous to ask*
*just keeps following*
Thank you for saving my life.
WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?
"Generally copious amounts of greasy food or alcohol will do the trick."