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bianca yurkovich | civ | @crimsoncityhq

[biancayrkvch]

crimsxnbeau​:

“ Son of a bitch”  Peyton arms flaying about as he tries to show aware the approaching birds. He is vaguely away that she is filming this. Making a mental note that he’ll have to seek his own form of justice.

When she is done, and finally kicks the bread away. He glares up at her shaking his head.

“ They aren’t a fucking dog. They don’t sit upon command Bianca.” He huffed out checking his shirt to make sure there wasn’t any shit on it. “- you’re worse then a kid you know that.”

--

Bianca hides her laughter behind her hand, pocketing her phone before he gets the chance to delete it. It’s fine; he might even get a lot of likes for it. “Peyton! Cursing in front of a lady,” she tsks. “That’s so fucking rude.”

She tries to look innocent but the fact that it’s her fault the birds came at them anyway, it’s no use. 

“You’re telling me no one harnessed the power to control these flying demons? I’m not stupid. I’ve watched John Wick.” Crossing her arm, she takes a seat on a nearby bench, sticking her tongue out for good measure. “Fuck off, I’m amazing.” 

[biancayrkvch]

TW: NSFW

There’s an unspoken rule that one shouldn’t shit where they eat but Bianca wants photos and she’s not about to hire some photographer to follow her around when there’s a perfectly capable person right in the heart of the CPD. She can’t promise money -- or at least she can but she doesn’t want to -- and so the next best alternative should be her pink taco. It’s not as if she hasn’t done it before, using her sausage wallet as a means to get what she wants, and while she’s never done so with someone she sees everyday, she figures it’ll be worth it for that perfect Instagram aesthetic. Besides after seeing what she presumes might have been Lee’s outline of his tan banana through the constriction of his trousers, she has been very curious. 

Genesis seems like the perfect venue to offer up her south mouth in exchange of some portraits and if she’s rejected, Bianca can always chalk it up to being ‘drunk.’ Most likely not as she’s pretty frank at what she wants -- and in this case, she wants Lee’s thundersword and / or photographic skills -- but if her job is on the line, she’ll lie her way out of it.  

Sat in a booth, Bianca leans in a little closer, pushing her tig ol biddies up so he could appreciate the view. “You having a good time?” The music surrounds them, dancers swaying with the light catching what’s probably the body glitter, but might just be magic for all she knows. 

“I’ll get our next round,” she tries to shout over the noise, standing and managing to bump up against a person trying to move past. “Fuck, watch where you’re going --,” and at this, her words are cut short, the sight of the most gorgeous woman she’s ever seen -- aside from the one she meets in the mirror -- leaving her speechless. 

There’s a stray thought of saying fuck it to the photos, willing to ditch Lee in this sea of fish mittens, but Bianca manages to compose herself. “My bad.”

closed: @crimscnheart @leemalkovich​

[schmidtscreek]

WHO: Chicago P.D. Officers (or anyone in the police station)

WHERE: South Side Precinct

It’d been a rough morning. Actually, it’d been a rough week. At night, time ticked by so quickly that Jules hardly realized how late it’d been when he finally put himself to bed. No matter how the clock seemed to dwindle on his shut-eye, his alarm never budged. Four A.M. was still just as early as ever, and his exhaustion would start to set in as it became impossible to catch a full nights sleep. No matter how tasteless, he’d always be thankful for the coffeepot in his precincts station; though he could argue that it still tasted better than any of the other garbage being peddled on the south side. The empty box of donuts and stale pastry reminds him that he’d forgotten to eat after his morning run, and just as he’s about to take a swig of the piping hot brew, his stomach churns in detest, and he burns his tongue on the coffee. “Fuck.” Jules recoiled, brown liquid spilling down his chin and staining the white t-shirt that peeked out from beneath the collar of his uniform. “Son of a bitch. Is this how today is going to go? Really?”

[biancayrkvch]

There’s a bounce in Bianca’s steps as she makes her way to work. Is it the sunshine, the caffeine, or the fact that she’s had her guts rearranged the night before -- no one will ever know. It’s probably all three. Now while she’s never counted herself to be a morning person, she figures that a little optimism for the day wouldn’t hurt anyone. Well, it wouldn’t hurt her and really, who’s more important than that?

The station doesn’t seem to share her mood but that doesn’t stop the woman from going around, bothering the rest of the employees. She’s spreading the good vibes, Bianca reasons -- or at least that’s what she’ll tell Eli if he calls her ass out on it. Responses vary from annoyed grunts, backs turned to be ignored, or the occasional question if she was high. God, she wishes, but the sentiments stay private lest she’s forced to pee in a cup and she’s not a hundred percent sure she’ll pass.

Walking past the break room, she’s greeted with the sight of Jules, coffee stained and looking like he’s in need of some Bianca magic. “You kiss your mother with that mouth, Leon?” Entering, she approaches the man, plucks the cup from his hands, and takes a sip of his drink. “This is what got you? Weak.”

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emelkaya​:

“I mean you look like you handled it like…well a professional? Are you sure that doesn’t happen to you more often than not?” Emel asked though there was a genuine teasing to her tone, one that she hadn’t used for quite a while with how serious everything had been so it felt quite nice to joke. “Seriously though you look great by the way they didn’t mess anything.” 

“Professional,” Bianca narrows her eyes at the woman. “You say it like there are actual pigeon handlers.” A quick check through her phone’s cameral roll shows that she got at least a couple of workable pictures in. Good. Her instagram aesthetic can still continue on.

It’s the compliment that brings the woman back to her good side, smile returning to Bianca’s face. “I know, thank you.” There’s a flip of her hair for added effect. “Did you need a picture for your IG, too?”

[biancayrkvch]

sinfxl​:

maisie was fully convinced that there was nothing you could do in chicago without distraction or entertainment in some form. the string-pulling her lips up into a smile proved that fact.

“ y’know, i’m pretty certain this is not how feeding birds in the park is supposed to go. ’ a small fit of laughter pouring out as she bent over, picking up one of the stray pieces of bread and tossing it far enough away.

--

It would be Bianca’s luck that she manages to embarrass herself in front of a pretty woman, but since she’s already done so, there’s no shame in the pouting, the whining, and the inevitable stomping away from the massacre of bread.

“I didn’t know Chicago had pigeons on crack,” she grumbles, arms crossed around her front. “It’s not even fancy bread. It’s just the end piece from my wonder-loaf. It’s not even that good!”

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orionxanderson​:

- && Walking up to where she was standing with a warm smile on his lips, he chuckled. “Now what would you like me to do to help?” he asked, clasping his hands together as he awaited her response. It’s been a while since he felt this light. He always carried around this rock inside his chest but not today. 

--

TW: ANIMAL ABUSE ISH? 

It’s time to admit defeat and so Bianca leaves the bread for the pigeons to fight over. God, it’s not like it was anything artisanal; she just needed a picture since Chicago’s decided to give her some good lighting.

And now she’s over here pouting like a child. “Kill the birds,” are the words that leave her and she’s not even ashamed of it. “Or at least punt one across the field for me.”

[biancayrkvch]

fletcher-hargrave​:

He’s going for a time record, three laps of Chitown, but he’s already running a few seconds behind his best. Fletcher knows he’s suffering in that respect; cardio forever being his weakest since leaving the field, but he’s making it a habit to try rectify it so he can be up to scratch, a few years and a few less six mile runs a week took a toll on that. Gio’s flagged him for it too. So it’s not just smokers lungs and a ruined liver, no? He’s ignoring the thought, because he’s not likely to change either of those things about his lifestyle. God help anyone who suggests it to him. 

Eyes shifting down to his watch, he slows, catching his breath that comes out raggedly. There’s a thin trail of sweat lining his hairline and one hands running through it to brush the strands from sticking to him. Chest heaving, he’s able to hear some kind of protest over the sound of music in his earbuds and he glances up, noting he’s six seconds slower than his best and catching wind of a woman ushering birds like some pigeon keeper. He’s still catching his bearings when he finds the amusement in the scene, there’s a moment where he thinks one might peck out her eyes - or at least try to. 

It’s very Hitchcock. “Sacrifice the bread,” he calls as he begins closing down on the scene taking place at the bench. Fletch’s pauses his music to try shift his focus on the sight. He hadn’t exactly brought anything besides workout gear with him - probably an oversight on his part considering how an O’Shea was missing. But it’s not like you can fucking start emptying rounds on birds Fletch for the fun of it, is it. “What did you do to piss them off, christ,” he’s muttering, waving an arm out when he’s clearing in the birds vicinity to warrant their sudden attention. 

--

Next time she decides to take pictures at the park, Bianca is going to make sure that she doesn’t do anything to fluff up the scenery. It’s the flap of their wings that gets her, the woosh against her skin making the woman itching to pull out something that would just make them all go away. Of course Eli would have her ass if he overhears one of his detectives pulling out a gun in public against pigeons of all things. With the scene she’s creating right now, she wouldn’t be too surprised if ‘crazy woman at the park’ makes its way back to the station. Thankfully she hasn’t flashed her badge or anything idiotic like that.

Normally eyes on Bianca is something she actually looks for but now that she’s on the other end of a human versus nature episode and losing, she’d rather have them avert their gazes elsewhere. Unwanted attention has never been a thing for her and so there’s a moment of temporary panic that these birds are going to be the death of her. In a city like Chicago with all the hustle and bustle -- and not to mention the families that seem to run rampant -- she will be damned if she goes down a la Melanie Daniels. Imagining it on her obituary has Bianca’s urge to gun them down grow even stronger. 

There’s a man then and it takes all of her to keep her comments to herself, but even with that, she loses the battle. “Oh no, I’m definitely risking my life for this piece of bread,” she lays the sarcasm on thick. “Carbs, you know? Can’t let these pigeons have mine. I’m a growing girl and all that.” Huffing, she risks getting caught for littering or anything similarly as stupid and just aims her throw at the biggest looking bird. “What makes you think I started this? If anything I am their savior from hunger.”

[biancayrkvch]

pedroxleon​:

He was sitting on one of the nearby benches, carefully keeping watch of his son as the five-year-old played on the jungle gym just a few feet away. Pedro made it a habit to bringing Cam here at least twice a week, to let the little boy play and run around, and burn off some of the energy he seemed to always have in an abundance. Hearing a commotion a short distance away, he briefly took his eyes off his son to check it out.

Upon seeing that it was a fellow detective, he allowed himself to relax a bit, and even cracked a small, mirthful smile as he watched the fight the woman was having with the surrounding birds.

“Perhaps just letting them scavenge for their own food would be best, instead of trying to feed them yourself?” he suggested, calling out to her. “They can be greedy little pests.”

--

So not only is Bianca making a spectacle out of herself with the old ladies that decide that the park is the best place to do some yoga, but she’s managed to do so in front of someone she actually works with. God, she can hear the lunchroom talk now and while she’s always managed to skirt around whatever rumors surround her, Bianca is aware this is probably something she has to own up to. Pigeons 1, Yurkovich 0.

There’s a pause as she tries to make up a lie where she doesn’t sound like some self absorbed narcissist that only wanted the birds in her background to look like there’s some urban flair in her instagram feed.

“See, I’m more of a giver,” she starts, definitely not trying to kick the pigeons out of the way. “I see a helpless animal and I think ‘Bianca, what would Jesus do?’ and I provide.”

[biancayrkvch]

cataclysmiiiics​:

“Wow, that sounds rough.” She admitted with a small shake of the head. “Are you okay though?”

--

At least there’s still some nice people in Chicago but why a stranger would try to help anyone out in the city, Bianca doesn’t know. “Don’t you worry about me,” she assures her. “Worry about them getting revenge at you for being near me.”

[biancayrkvch]

archierousx​:

The answer she gave wasn’t one he wanted. He knew that there were people that needed help, hell he couldn’t be sure that some of them weren’t his own. But he was also aware that there wasn’t enough time, that some of them weren’t going to make it back to shore and well…Richie had given the orders. If any O’Shea in the water wasn’t dressed to swim they weren’t just stupid, they hadn’t followed an order from their Captain. 

Reaching to wipe down his face he looked back at the woman. “You do realize, at these temperatures we have an hour if we’re lucky to get back to shore before we freeze, and unless you’re some sort of Olympian, you’re going to need to start swimming now.” He breathed out. He could do it, with the twinkle he knew he could get there, but he didn’t have time to mess around. 

--

TW: DROWNING

Under normal circumstances, there’d be some sort of internal struggle that would have Bianca half wanting to actually go and help people, but she knows there’s a chance she would die and does she really want to go down for the citizens of Chicago? Not really. Trying to not let the relief show on her face, she can only nod at the man as she tries to keep her head afloat. There’s an urge to just start swimming but the shock’s yet to be worn off.

“I --,” there are screams all around her and Bianca’s reminded of her ‘group home.’ They can’t be helped at that point. The lights of the city aid in guiding towards which direction they should go but the distance it would take to get there -- would they even make it? “Do you have anything on you? Light? Noise maker? Come on, you should have watched the Titanic at this point.”

[biancayrkvch]

emelkaya​:

Emel tried to leave people to their own devices, but there were sometime when her attention was caught and hell if the woman with the birds wasn’t amusing. She was on her usual search, as all Fausts were these days but the woman was right in front of her. 

“Having fun there? I’d offer assistance, but you seem to have it under control.” 

--

There’s a huff, a few more arm flailing, before Bianca gives up and throws the bread in the other direction. Hands pat her own form down to make sure that they didn’t leave any markings; God, she’d probably just lose it if she touched something slimy or sticky. 

“Definitely had it under control. Not like I was under attack or anything like that.”

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orionxanderson​:

- && Tilting his head to the side as he silently watched the scene before him unfold, placing a finger over his lips as a way to keep the laughter that threatened to leave him inside. It had been a long time since he had seen something like this, something so ordinary and human.

--

Bianca notices him then and it’s the wind that tints her cheeks pink, not the embarrassment. Well, that’s what she’ll tell anyone that asks anyway.

Arms crossed, she levels a glare with the man. “You know you could help out a stranger. Get your good deed in for the day and all that,”

[biancayrkvch]

littlcxbirdie​:

birdie couldn’t help but chuckle slightly as she also flinched at the birds flying around them. “god, i know… they can be a lot.” she grunted softly as she covered her head a little. “fuck.”

--

At least she isn’t alone in this. Bianca contemplates throwing her shoe but figures she wouldn’t be able to walk home one foot down. 

“What even is their purpose anyway,” she huffs out. “It’s not like they do anything here.”

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cataclysmiiiics​:

Amelia couldn’t help but laugh at the other woman that was currently being chased by birds. “Woah, what did those birds do to you?”

--

There’s an ever present pout on Bianca’s lips, the laughter of the stranger not helping her embarrassment. “I tried feeding them.” For a picture, but she doesn’t tell her that. “And then they just attacked me.”

[biancayrkvch]

ominouslys​:

Joey knew her sister was missing and that she should spend her time looking for Aurora. But it was getting to a point where she wasn’t sure if they would ever find her. Needing a break from the hotel room, Joey decided to walk through the park. Everything was peaceful until she walked up and saw the woman fighting with the birds. 

“I don’t think you’re supposed to feed the birds bread.” Joey stated calmly, watching the other. “I heard it may make their stomaches explode.”

--

If she’s making a spectacle of herself, Bianca doesn’t care, pocketing her phone to ensure that she doesn’t drop it. At that point, she starts to wonder if maybe getting the insurance wouldn’t have been too bad an idea. Attack of the flying rats probably wouldn’t make the cut for an exchange, though.

“Good,” Bianca huffs out, trying to aim at their heads. “Maybe if they blow up, I wouldn’t have to be dealing with all this shit.” 

[biancayrkvch]

sincerechitownjudge​:

Sincere had just dropped her kids off with their father and was walking back through the park when she noticed the woman’s movements. “What is you doing?” She paused in walking not wanting to get anywhere near the rats with wings. 

--

Throwing her glare in the woman’s direction, Bianca can’t help but spread her arms, gesturing towards the flock of birds descending for a piece of bread. “I’m trying to create my own legion of pigeons,” she quips with a roll of her eyes. “What the hell does it look like I’m doing?”

[biancayrkvch]

crimsxnbeau​:

Dark sunglasses covered his eyes a lopsided smirk on his face. Leave it to Bianca and her flare for the dramatics. Taking another bite of his hot dog, he watched the spectral unfold.

“ Pretty sure you waving food at them is having the opposite affect.” 

--

Bianca ignores the comment in favor of throwing the bread towards his direction. Arms crossed, she watches as the birds go over to him instead. This would make for a good Snapchat story.

Phone out, there’s a couple seconds of footage recorded before she gives in, walking on over to the man and kicking the bread out of the way. “They’re supposed to sit still and behave while I had them in the background.”