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freyarusso‌:

Freya smiled at his compliment – her appearances were always something she could count on, even if she preferred to be complimented for her brains. But when she dropped out of college to take care of her mom, she left that chance behind. “Thank you,” she grinned, throwing her hair back over her shoulder as she watched him walk over towards her. Glancing up at the house, she arched her brows, wondering what exactly he was getting into. But she hated noisy people, so she kept her questions back. “I see. Well, if you want, I can try and get his address for you? It shouldn’t be too hard, not in this little town.”

"That would be great,” he said, chin dipping in a grateful nod. “Thank you.” He wasn’t usually the kind of person who accepted help that easily, but he knew he would have to if he were gonna get anywhere at all in this case, all the evidence cold over a decade ago, and even the smallest, tiniest information vital if he wanted to make a dent in this. “Could you give me a call if you get it?” He asked, pulling out his notebook to scribble down his number for her, ripping the page out and handing it over. “And no pressure. If you don’t get it, then don’t sweat it. I don’t want you stressing over it.”

#c.#freya.

cmackxnzie‌:

“Same. But I was gone for a long time - school and then living out west for a while.” She tried to maintain the same cheer, but it didn’t quite ring true with that line. Though she was growing to love Portchester, she still missed the life and friends that she’d left behind. Hopefully one would visit soon or she’d find the time to get out there, but things were always busy.

“What do you do around town?”

“Seems like everyone returns at some point when it comes to this town,” Archer said somewhat begrudgingly. It had never been part of his plan, not permanently at least, and it still bothered him that he was here and not in New York. “I’m a detective,” he explained, a nod of his head ensuing. “Cold cases. What about you?”

#c.#cassie.

vincentedgecomb‌:

“The grandson?”, Vincent questioned, unable to hide his surprise at the interest in the man. But he gave a shrug, then a nod. “I think he does, yeah. He’s a lawyer as far as I know. If you want more details, I could ask my mom – she knows way too much about everyone around,” he admitted with a laugh, shaking his head at his own mother. She was a gossiper through and through. “Thirteen years? Wow, it doesn’t feel that long. We’re getting old, huh?” Laughing once more, he ran a hand through his blonde hair. “Not much, you know.” Which was an understatement of course, considering his marriage, then loss of his child, and the divorce following that. “I work over at the hospital, pediatric and neonatal surgery – that’s pretty much what takes up 90 percent of my time.”

“Actually,” Archer started, nodding his head as he pulled out a small leather bound notebook from this back pocket, scribbling down the bit of information. “If I could talk to your mom myself, that would be good. Any chance I can give her a call one of these days? You can give her a heads up first, if you wan to,” he said, knowing people got anxious when police just showed up, even if it were just to ask questions about someone else. “Yeah, right? Time flies,” he said, head shaking lightly. Sometimes he had no idea where all that time actually went— but it was good to catch up. Knowing Vincent was now a surgeon, a pediatric and neonatal one even, was pretty impressive, and even Archer, who usually felt nothing, was secondhand proud. “That does sound like a job that would keep you pretty busy, yeah.”

#c.#vincent.

tessxjenner‌:

“What would you say is the shitty part of town?” Tess found herself interested in the opinion of the male that seemed to know more than her. The blonde considered herself a semi-native if that was a thing. She had been raised in town but she had left for medical school and then a couple of years in between so she really didn’t consider it home. Just a place she was trying to fit into once again and who knew if she ever would actually fit into it but for her stepfather’s sake and her mother’s she was trying, trying being the operative term. “So you’re doing cold cases? Is that what you’re trying to say?”

Archer had to bite his tongue not to say ‘everywhere’, but knew his bitterness had nothing to do with Portchester— in fact, the town had always been good to him, he was just frustrated that his life had turned out like this, placing him back here when his whole life had been in New York. “Well, if you go beyond Anchors Road in the north and just keep going, I’d say that’s the part of town largely ignored by the city council. Why? You want a tour?” He asked, quirking a brow at her curiosity. Not that he minded; he liked curious people, just not always to deal with himself. When she asked if he were doing cold cases, his lips tugged into the hint of a smile. “Sure.”

#c.#tess.

corrinetownsend‌:

“Ah, you too? Welcome home,” she chuckled. It seemed as if every familiar face she grew up with had either stayed in Portchester or were slowly finding their way back to the small town. This place had a charm and earthy tone about it and maybe that was why so many couldn’t help but return. “I’ve been doing pretty great and yourself?” she asked walking beside him to get a better look at the residence he was standing before. “Are you planning on buying this?”

“Thank you,” he said with a nod of his head and a cordial smile on his lips. At some point he’d get used to being back in town again, he just wasn’t sure when that point would be reached exactly. “Not too bad, not too bad,” he replied when she turned the question back around on him. He’d most definitely been more chatty in his youth, but alas, a lot of things had changed since then. “Oh, uh— no, not exactly. I’m just here investigating a case. Was hoping to find the people who used to live here about 18 years ago.”

#c.#corinne.

jaspernash‌:

Jasper had just pulled up outside of the old abandoned house in his white, pick up truck. The one he used for work, otherwise known as his day job. It wasn’t the classiest or prettiest ride he’d ever owned but it was all that he could afford after he traded in his Maserati for quick cash and blew it all in the span of a few months. Courteous of his downward spiral, which he was still trying to crawl back out of. It was a work in progress and he was told by some of his friends that it takes time. And lots of it apparently. Jax expected the property to be neglected when he arrived with no forms of life, whether animal or human surrounding it. Evidently he was wrong as he was stopped in the dirty, unpaved driveway by a curious explorer inquiring about the property’s history. Jasper didn’t ask. He was told to clean the place up a little and that’s it so his boss could sell it, or maybe rent it out to a new family. “No idea,” Jasper responded, as he shifted the weight of his toolbox from one hand to another, “It looks like it’s been abandoned for a couple of years. Last I heard, an old couple used to live here. Both passed away. Neither had any family to pass it down to, so the banks kind of let it go. It’s hidden here in the woods and off the beaten path so there’s no use in preserving it. Especially since no one even acknowledges it exists. Until now, I guess. Why? You interested?” Jax’s boss mentioned a guy would be by to take a look at the pipes, too. Maybe this was him? Maybe not…

Nothing was ever straight forward when it came to detective work. Archer knew that now, and he supposed it was part of why he loved his job so much— that it took more than one try to get anywhere. Sometimes though, it took maybe a little too many tries, and a case would end up like this one had; cold and closed. He was determined to keep it open however, desperately searching for new evidence that could break it and finally give the family the peace they deserved. To make it happen, he had to knuckle down and look far and wide, in every direction, and today that meant doing this; figure out who lived here 18 years ago, and whether they remembered or saw something suspicious on the day Sophia disappeared. To be honest, he didn’t really expect the guy to know anything— he was clearly there to fix something, but even the slightest, smallest bit of information was important, and Archer was quick to jot it down in a small, leather-bound notebook he kept in his back pocket. “That’s more information than I had,” he admitted with a polite smile. “Not interested exactly. I’m just here investigating and old case, and thought I’d check the property out. You fixing it up, or something?”

#c.#jasper.

eduardoxsanz‌:

Eduardo did his best to leave his FBI days behind, after all, they weren’t exactly something that he wanted to keep looking towards. He had lost everything to the job, and he did mean everything. Now he just kept on operating as the ghost that was left behind him. Yet whenever he was given this kind of behavior he was left his training just coming back to him. “That’s rather personal information, may I inquire as to why you are digging around for them?” Maybe he had a solid story to sell or maybe he didn’t, not like he would know unless he actually asked about it.

“I guess you didn’t hear,” he said, smiling at his old friend. “Working down here now. Cold cases though, so yeah, that’s... why I’m here.” He was still adjusting, getting used to everything, and it wasn’t exactly easy, but if anyone understood, it had to be Eduardo. “What about you though— how’s everything?” He asked, suddenly realizing how long it had been since the two of them had caught up, and how much that actually bothered him. Archer usually didn’t think hard about that kind of thing, but some people were worth staying in touch with.

#c.#eduardo.

isaacreinhart‌:

Brows knit together, perhaps at the mere fact that this house hadn’t been something he’d ever quite paid attention to, and on a closer inspection should have; or the inquiry that was randomly casual amiss it all. “Nothing rings a bell,” Isaac murmured after sizing up the near dilapidated building for a moment, “Was it your childhood home or something?” Or, hell, maybe he was just one of those guys who fixed up houses for a pretty buck; whatever the case this house was more of an eye sore than previously noted.

Despite having lived five minutes away from it as a kid, probably passing it almost on a daily basis, Archer couldn’t recall seeing the house— at least not taking note of it when he passed it, which only made him more curious. It must have looked very different back in his childhood. “No,” he replied, a light shake of his head. “Grew up around here, but not in this house in particular. I’m just... looking for some people who might’ve been around nineteen years ago,” he explained, knowing it raised more questions than give answers. “I’m investigating a case.” Hopefully that would clear it up.

#c.#isaac.#queue.

fuckyeahdamose

Theo James and Anna Ewers in the commercial for the new Hugo Boss fragrance: “The Scent for Her”

#fc.#queue.

fallonjaymes‌:

Despite the fact he clearly didn’t believe what she was saying, and that it was likely to be hearsay, then why was he asking her to look inside the possibly haunting building? “You want me to visit the murder house? Are you fucking crazy?” It wasn’t like she didn’t meet the criteria, always letting her impulses making her decisions, but on this occasion, she was a little more scepitcal about giving into the idea. Though, it didn’t take her long to think over it, and come to a final decision. “Y’know what? — Fine. But if we get sucked into some horror movie shit, you’re not playing the hero, and I’m not going going to be the cliche girl who falls for the knight in shining armour, got it?”

“Yeah, why not?” He said, shrugging nonchalantly. “You know, some people do this for a living, right? Visit murder houses— or as we like to call it, crime scenes.” He chuckled under his breath, morbid to some perhaps, but this was his life; his normal. In a way, it was sad, but someone had to do it, and for Archer in particular, there had never been another option. Doing this, trying his hardest to put away bad people? It was the only thing he knew how to do. Fallon’s decision prompted a smirk on his face, his spine straightening a little as he grinned up at the house, only made worse by her question. “Please,” was all he said first, taking a couple of steps towards the front porch of the house. “I’m no knight in shining armor, and you don’t need rescuing.”

#c.#fallon.#queue.

cmackxnzie‌:

“Thank you, I think it is.” Her hand extended to meet his. “It’s one of the things I love about Portchester.” That and the colourful fall leaves. They were there with her in New York too, but they didn’t hold the same magic as they did here.

“No, we’re not. Are you from here or are you new in town?” Despite being gone for so long, Cassie could usually recognize old familiar faces. She couldn’t place Archer’s though.

“Yeah, it’s a friendly little place,” he said, but he sounded a lot less enthused about it than she did. Doing what he did for a living, that usually tainted people, and even the idyllic Portchester left little room for hopeful optimism for him. “Born and raised here,” he explained with a simple nod of his head, a smile pressed to his lips. “You?”

#c.#cassie.#queue.

hcnachxe‌:

Like a pole she stood there frozen in time, the sneers from crowds around them only serving to make the blood rush faster to her cheeks; she embarrassed and in being so, embarrassed that she would feel such a way to someone so in need of help. But her red velvet dress clung to her almost as close as Louis did, a wail coming from throat as someone stepped in to try and save the day. “Well—-” Hana started, jaw hanging loose as she saw him stood there, an old friend. One who wads more affiliated with her ex-husband, than she had ever been. “Uh…” The dark-haired woman stammered, inhaling another deep breath as Louis’ arms tightened around her. “I’m stuck. He’s stronger than he looks.” She tried to pull herself away but her petite frame was locked firmly in place, now terrified to be stood in front of another person who believed she was crazy. “Please can you take this?” Hana asked, dropping her purse onto the floor between their feet.

It quickly became quite clear that Hana herself didn’t have very much to do with what was going on, and that the guy pressed against her, had very little sense of reality and presence— completely ignoring the yelps from the petite woman’s mouth, as well as Archer’s sudden arrival. Reaching down to pick up her purse without a word, he stood again and swiftly gripped the guy by the back of his neck. A strong hold and determined fingers, he peeled him off of Hana with a yank backwards, grip tight for another couple of seconds before he finally released him. “Use your words next time you want to hug her,” he warned, pushing him back another step to gain Hana more space. When he turned to her next, it was with an unreadable expression on his face, her purse held out to her. “Where the hell’s your husband?”

#c.#hana.#queue.

colexbreck‌:

Having been out for a run, allowing his feet to carry him in whichever direction they so chose, Cole found himself in an area he hadn’t often come to in his early years. It was the familiar features of a familiar face that drew him to a slow walk, drawing ever nearer to the man. “Why, you gonna move in, Foss?” He questioned with a snort, eyeing the dilapidated house.

Another second of thought, and he recognized the features of the man he’d approached, a chuckle escaping his lips. “Would be an upgrade honestly, so... maybe.” He shrugged his shoulders animatedly before shoving his hands into his pockets. “Good to see you again, man— didn’t know you were back here?”

#yasss that's perfect!#c.#cole.#queue.

tessxjenner‌:

The blonde had only been in town for only two years, and even that was not enough to actually get the layout of the town or real feelings about people that lived here. Especially since her job required her to be on the clock twenty-four seven. If she was lucky she was able to go to the bar and given that was what she did on her free nights it made sense as to why she had also become a regular for the local pizza joints. “Every town has its shitty side. Just a known fact — south and north side — kinda how the story rolls out. Rich get richer, poor deal with what they have or you know just become more humble” her eyes crinkled a little as she heard his reason for his inquiries, “I see. Did you not get the vanilla file with the facts or just confirming?”

“Of course,” he said, knowing it all too well, even if he might not seem like he did. “—but this isn’t really the shitty part of town.” Not as far as he knew, and as a native, he figured he had at least some conviction in his beliefs, even if he hadn’t been around for over a decade, not permanently at least. This, however, was just another proof that decay was everywhere, even where people didn’t expect it. “I did,” he said, chuckling lightly under his breath at her inquiry. “But the guys who handled this specific case 19 years ago? Well, they didn’t handle the evidence with care. The folder is very thin, so to speak.”

#c.#tess.#queue.

daily-men

THEO JAMES | Bello Magazine (March 2013)

#fc.#queued the rest of my replies on both archer and aaron! they are a-coming..

vincentedgecomb‌:

Vincent nodded as he looked up at the house – it really did look as if no one had lived there for here. “I think she was, for a couple of years. As far as I know, it belongs to her grandson now and he’s looking to sell it or something.” At least that was the information his mother gave him, and considering she was hardly ever wrong when it came to gossip around town, he kind of trusted her. When the man stated his name, Vincent almost hit himself against the forehead. “Archer! Shit, yeah, now I remember.” As always with the awful name memory. “You look good, man. You were gone for a while, weren’t you?”

Archer nodded, his near permanently furrowed brows sitting low on his forehead, making him look every bit as thoughtful as he was— in the literal sense, not in the considerate one. Truly, he was filled to the brim with constant, never ending, thoughts, keeping him from simple things like sleep. “Do you know if he lives in town?” He asked then, wanting to talk to the grandson, in case he might’ve been around some 19 years ago to have witnessed anything, even the smallest little thing. “Yeah, thanks man— you too.” He offered a sincere curve to his lip, a crooked smile as he stepped out onto the street again. “Yeah, thirteen years actually. What about you? What have you been up to?”

#c.#vincent.

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