* / born to fall

maybe  im  too  naive 

[candimorales]

( JESSICA ALBA, CIS WOMAN, SHE / HER ) CANDICE MORALES the THIRTY-NINE year old is said to remind people of A WHITE HAT SLOWLY BEING STAINED & A DYING STAR. they are known to be CURIOUS and TEMPERAMENTAL which makes sense when you think about how they are a dirty cop now.

 B  A  S  I  C  S 

FULL NAME :   candice morales.

NICKNAMES :  candi.  

AGE:   39.

BIRTHDATE :   februrary 14th.

BIRTHPLACE :    los angeles, california.

GENDER IDENTITY :   cis  female ,   she / her pronouns .

ORIENTATION :   heterosexual.

CAREER :  dirty cop.

 P  H  Y  S  I  C  A  L 

FACECLAIM :    jessica alba.

EYES :    brown  .

HAIR :    honey blonde  ,    usually  in  loose  curls  ,  hanging  down  right  below  her  shoulders.  during  a  lazy  day  ,  her  hair  can  be  found  in  a  sleek  ponytail  or  during  work  a  low  bun  on  most  days.      

 P  E  R  S  O  N  A  L  I  T  Y 

BIG  THREE :    aquarius  sun ,    pisces  moon ,    saggitarius  rising .

TRAITS : melodramatic ( - ) ,    adaptable  ( + ) ,    self-destructive  ( - ) ,   private  ( + )  .

 H E A D C A N O N S

randomly speaks in spanish

has a german shepherd named ghost

smokes to destress but would rather drink if that option is available

will always save herself

wakes up everyday at 5 am to go to the gym or for a run 

[candimorales]

who : open to dirty cops ( @thefallstart ) when : day after the event where : forest bank penitentiary

candice  sighed  as  she  sat  on  a  table  with  an  ice  bag  pressed  against  her  jaw.  an  inmate  caught  her  good,  nearly  causing  her  to  fall  on  the  floor,  but  she  was  lucky  to  have  a  guard  come  and  save  her.  ❝  i  hate  coming  in  here,  i  really  do.  ❞  she  mumbled  to  her  cop  buddy.  the  brunette  just  hoped  it  didn't  leave  too  bad  of  a  mark.

[femalestunning]

JESSICA ALBA Numéro Netherlands | January 2024

[scottsanchez]

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things for scotty have been a complete and total shit show. as of late, his job was hanging on by a thread and the man in all honesty had no fuckin clue on how he hung on for this long. the department should've fired him a very long time ago but the man was thankful for his captain and team for keeping their mouths shut. it was none of their business if he was on another mental break. was he? probably. but this time, this time scotty knew how to hide it better. drugs and sex and alcohol helped with it. sex with candice helped with it and god he fuckin missed her. the man missed her so much and it was his fault, he was closing himself off again. as the man finished his paperwork, the breath he took felt like a lifeline almost. felt like he was waiting for candice to save him once more.

cocking his head to the side, scotty then looked at her and nodded "i'm done. goodbye paperwork. i'm officially finished. " he sucked in a breath again and then swallowed the lump that formed in his throat. she made him nervous, but in a good way. always giving him damn butterflies. was that even a thing anymore? he only ever got the butterfly feeling around alyssa. as she stuck her hand out, he took it within a second. not even. there she was, saving him. always saving him. his chest tightened and took a moment but then realized where they were and scotty nodded his head "sounds like a really good idea." scotty said honestly and then moved a tad closer, almost whispering in her ear "i feel like i cant breathe again, please dont leave me. just stay with me tonight. please. i breathe better when im with you." scotty fiddled around with the ring around his neck "please."

[candimorales]

if  there  was  one  thing  candice  hated  was  seeing  the  people  that  she  cared  about  struggle.  scotty  was  no  different  in  that  regard.  it  was  the  reason  she  stuck  by  his  side  through  it  all  and  will  til  this  day.  there  was  a  point  in  time  where  she  wanted  to  be  the  one  that  took  it  all  away.  she  knew  what  it  was  like  to  lose  a  loved  one.  but  no  matter  what  she  tried  nothing  worked.

from  the  moment  his  hand  was  in  hers,  she  could  feel  the  familiar  connection  between  them,  a  bond  that  only  they  knew  about.  it  took  her  back  to  when  she  wanted  to  be  his  person.  ❝  i  won't  leave  you,"  she  confirmed  as  her  eyes  met  his.  ❝  i'll  stay  with  you.  ❞  she  smiled  softly  at  him.  as  her  eyes  took  in  his  appearance,  her  smile  slightly  faltered.  that  ring.  his  wife.  she  would  always  get  in  the  way  of  them.

before  she  could  hurt  her  feelings  more,  she  rushed  out  of  the  building,  leading  the  older  to  her  car.  ❝  if  we  are  going  to  be  on  time,  we  are  going  to  be  quick  about  this.  ❞  she  quickly  stated  as  she  hopped  into  her  car.  ❝  i  think  manny  left  a  suit  that  you  can  wear,  though  it  might  be  a  little  big..  ❞

[jasonmacavoy]

Though he had lost the seat, Jason accepted the small victory with nod and a not so subtle satisfaction that he did indeed get there first. It was enough, and he slid in beside Candi at the bar while she ordered them a round of drinks. "Eh, I'm alright. Same old shit, different day." Jason replied, shrugging things off as if he hadn't just run into his ex looking hot as hell in that dress or that he didn't have a sneaking suspicion that crazy shit was about to go down tonight. "What about you? You got anythin' for me?"

[candimorales]

candice  let  out  a  hum  at  his  comment.  ❝  something  happened?  ❞  while  their  days  were  different,  she  wasn't  in  a  gang  though  public  perception  might  be  different,  she  hadn't  heard  anything  going  down.

❝  no,  and  if  i  did  i  wouldn’t  tell  you  here.  ❞  she  stated  teasingly  before  grabbing  her  glass  and  taking  a  sip.  it  surely  tasted  expensive,  yet  she  found  it  disgusting.  ❝  i  never  thanked  you  for  your  work  but  thank  you,  you  helped  me  a  lot.  and  i  don’t  care  if  it’s  just  your  job  so  take  my  thankfulness.  ❞  she  quickly  ended  any  protest  before  they  could  even  begin  before  downing  the  rest  of  the  drink—  alcohol  should  never  go  to  waste.

[revencntt]

Gabriel couldn't fight off the smirk that crept on his lips. He'd noticed her inside of the party earlier, Officer Morales was hard to miss. He kept enough eyes on her to notice when she had disappeared. So, what was it really that brought him out to the courtyard? A hankering for a cigarette? Or an excuse to talk to her?

Eh, a little column A, a little column B.

Dirty cops were tricky. The woman was like a gun, a weapon he could use to his liking if he placed his hand just right. In the same vein, was the safety ever completely on? No one was ever sure if she would go off. If she did, would she sell him out and the entire Fives Families organization too, just to save her own ass? It was a possibility. It was always a possibility.

Just as much she was a wild card to him, wasn't he the same to her? Could she fully trust him?

"Oh, I hope so," Gabriel quipped back, after another cycle of inhale and exhale of the fumes. "It seems like you know how to keep a secret, don't you, Morales." He was teasing, he was always teasing. Still, there's usually the jaded truth somewhere in the words he spoke.

"As much as I'm surprised you showed up to this shitshow." Gabriel flicked his cigarette. "I'm glad you did." Another flick. "You look nice."

[candimorales]

candice  had  hoped  to  run  into  the  other  tonight,  if  only  to  say  hi.  it  was  one  of  the  reasons  why  she  came  besides  trying  to  get  her  partner  to  let  loose.  the  mere  thought  caused  her  to  grab  gabe’s  cigarette  to  take  a  hit  of  it  herself. 

the  corner  of  her  lips  turned  up  at  the  praise.  it  all  depended  on  the  connection  to  her—  how  much  she  cared,  how  much  she  loved.  ❝  the  best  in  the business,  ❞  she  confirmed  before  taking  another  drag,  blowing  the  smoke  up  in  the  sky.

she  didn’t  understand  how  he  could  make  her  feel  like  a  high  school  girl  around  her  crush  just  by  being  in  the  same  room  as  her,  but  he  did.  and  she  enjoyed  it.  it  was  light  and  playful.  there  was  no  baggage  to  stress  her  out.  it  was  easy.

candice’s  cheek  turned  a  light  shade  of  red  at  the  compliment  but  she  tried  to  mask  it  by  scrunching  up  her  eyebrows  instead.  ❝  nice?  ❞  she  didn’t  put  this  tight  dress  on  and  applied  more  than  her  everyday  makeup  just  for  nice.  taking  another  drag  of  his  cigarette,  she  rose  to  her  feet.  ❝  do  i  need  to  leave  and  come  back?  ❞  it  was  clear  he  didn’t  get  a  good  view.

[brooklynxcox]

The brunette shrugged, "Has to be an upgrade from mine." She said with a smile. She let the other take her arm and walk over to the bar. "Not any just yet. I have my eyes out for someone to fill it with but I am also avoiding slipping back in bed wth my ex which is hard when he looks that good in a suit."

[candimorales]

once  at  the  bar,  candice  ordered  a  drink  for  the  both  of  them  and  it  was  times  like  these  when  she  was  happy  that  the  drinks  were  not  on  her  tab.  ❝  definitely  end  the  night  with  someone  new,  if  you  go  to  someone  you  actively  trying  to  stay  away  from  all  you  going  to  do  is  enter  a  vicious  cycle.  ❞  she  shook  her  head  with  a  chuckle  before  quickly  downing  her  drink.  ❝  not  that  have  any  experience  with  that,  though,  ❞  as  if  a  lightbulb  went  off  in  her  head,  she  pointed  at  the  other  rather  excitedly.  ❝  life  is  short,  so  you  should  sleep  with  both  of  them.  ❞

[giovannixdeluca]

A cop. It was her words that reminded him exactly who he was standing in front of. The thought of her occupation send a cold chill down his spine, he couldn't afford to get caught up in drugs charges and he wasn't so sure that she'd be so willing to let him go with a warning again. "I-.." He stammered out, the room not standing as still as he needed to right now as the fake sober act failed right in front of her. The only thing he could think to do starting to fall from his lips, to start lying. "I had a little bit of weed. Just something to help with being here, having to repeatedly discuss my sisters death." He breathed out slowly, "I'm good, I swear."

[candimorales]

growing  up,  the  effects  of  drugs  plagued  her  life.  the  death  toll  of  it  was  the  reason  she  ended  up  in  new  york  in  the  first  and  it's  the  reason  why  she  is  so  against  it.  it  was  like  once  someone  started  they  didn't  have  any  control  to  make  themselves  stop.

candice  let  out  a  sigh.  another  lie  and  what  was  she  supposed  to  do?  force  him  to  tell  her  the  truth?  she  always  had  a  habit  of  wanting  to  fix  the  broken—  a  nasty  habit  that  she  needed  to  end.  ❝ at  least  drink  some  water,  please. ❞  the  word  some  did  a  lot  of  heavy  lifting.  she  didn’t  expect  him  or  anyone  else  to  drink  water  tonight.

after  returning  his  appearance  to  her  standards,  she  placed  her  hands  behind  her  back.  ❝ if you  crash  come  to  me...  if  someone  else  gets  to  you,  i  won't  be  able  to  save  your  ass. ❞  she  warned.

[huimangi]

[scottsanchez]

@candimorales

[revencntt]

WHERE? Memorial Ball.

WHEN? 11:11pm.

WHO? Open. @thefallstart

Death and parties was the strangest cocktail ever concocted in Gabriel's humble opinion. And he was a guy who liked to celebrate. Throwing a ball as a memorial was a choice.

He was taking a break from all of the festivities. Even a veteran of a party boy like himself needed a breather sometimes. Keeping a pack of reds in his pocket gave him the perfect excuse to excuse himself. He found his way to a courtyard, just outside of the ball.

Smoking was a nasty habit of his, something he saved for when he was drunk or stressed or bored or a poisonous combination of all of the above. When Gabriel realized he wasn't alone, a sheepish grin rose on his face, with the cig still in between his lips. He raised both hands in surrender. "You caught me," he said to them, his words jumbled by the cancer stick in his mouth. He took another inhale, then took it out of his mouth. "Don't tell my mother."

[candimorales]

candice  needed  pictures  of  herself  in  this  dress  as  she  didn’t  know  when  the  opportunity  to  dress  up  would  present  itself  again.  she  found  this  spot  after  five  minutes  of  looking  for  the  perfect  background  and  to  her,  nothing  would  beat  the  moon  shining  down  on  her.

the  courthouse  was  beautiful  and  if  she  had  her  way,  she  would  stay  out  here  for  the  rest  of  the  night.  placing  her  phone  against  a  vase  that  definitely  cost  more  than  she  could  ever  dream  of  affording,  she  took  a  step  back  so  that  she  was  in  frame.  the  sudden  sound  of  movement  made  her  jump.  placing  a  hand  over  her  heart,  candice  lips  parted  as  her  chest  rose  and  fell  rapidly.  ❝  mi  dios,  ❞  she  mumbled  to  herself.

as  her  brain  registered  who  was  with  her,  a  shy  smile  appeared  on  her  nude-stained  lips  as  she  tucked  her  hair  behind  her  ear.  ❝  these  lips  are  sealed,  ❞  she  zipped  her  lips  before  giggling  lightly.  ❝  but  you  scared  the  fuck  out  of  me.  ❞  she  bent  down  to  pick  up  her  phone  before  making  her  way  to  sit  next  to  the  younger.

[scottsanchez]

closed starter for: @candimorales

location: new york city police department

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It was a slow day and there was nothing else for him to do besides paperwork, which in hindsight it was a good thing. There was a load of paperwork stacked on his desk for months waiting to be finished. With the weather being shitty, it was a good day to do this. Almost six at night, the Detective put his hands together and rubbed his face. Taking a deep breath, Scotty looked up at Candice and swallowed hard "I think I'm finished." He mumbled, shocked that this was the first time in a long time Scotty has done all of his paperwork. "We should get out of her Morales. Celebrate me actually completing a pile of paperwork within two hours." He let out a shaky breath and rolled up his sleeves for a moment "What do you say? Yes?" It had been a minute since Scotty was in sync with his partner, and she was someone who he was always in sync with but right now he felt distant. "I miss you." The man whispered and swallowed the lump that had formed within his throat "Please."

[candimorales]

tonight  was  about  to  be  the  longest  of  her  life.  first  paperwork  then  dealing  with  a  bunch  of  people  that  she  would  rather  not  see.  packing  everything  up,  she  went  up  to  her  partner  and  sat  on  the  edge  of  his  desk  to  see  how  far  along  his  was;  to  her  surprise,  he  was  done.  ❝  you’re  done?  ❞  shock  radiated  from  her  voice  as  her  eyes  went  wide.  this  was  a  once  in  a  lifetime  thing,  especially  as  of  late,  but  nonetheless  she  was  proud  of  him.

candice  was  about  to  decline  the  offer.  she  had  other  plans,  and  her  night  was  already  mapped  out,  but  as  she  looked  at  the  other  her  face  softened.  she  had  never  seen  him  like  this.  the  practically  begging,  it  wasn't  normal  for  him  especially  not  while  on  the  job.  with  a  small  sigh,  she  hopped  off  his  desk  and  stuck  her  hand  out  for  him  to  grab.❝  i  have  a  better  idea,  ❞  she  started  gently.  ❝  there's  this  gala  tonight  and  we  will  be  able  to  drink  all  night  and  not  have  to  spend  a  dime.  ❞  her  smile  widened.

[jasonmacavoy]

It took Jason a moment to register the culprit as friend and not foe, his scowl immediately relenting replaced by a feigned scandalized expression that read: who me? never?  “You know it’s not like that, Morales. But I was here first.” Jason harped on it. This time it was all in good fun as he eased up on the back of the chair to allow the boss man's cousin to sit down. If it were anyone else, he may not have been able to back down so easily. “Alright, alright. And since it's on the Blackwell's dime make it a double and whatever top shelf, fancy shit they have. I'm not picky.”

[candimorales]

candice  let  out  a  chuckle  while  shaking  her  head,  ❝  of  course,  you  were.  ❞  calling  a  bartender  over,  she  pointed  to  a  pretty  gold  bottle  that  had  been  calling  her  name  ever  since  she  laid  her  eyes  on  it.  ❝  two  doubles,  please.  ❞  she  gave  a  friendly  smile  before  scooting  her  chair  over  so  the  other  could  have  a  place  beside  her.  with  a  quick  thank  you  escaping  her  lips,  she  turned  her  attention  to  jason.  ❝  how  have  you  been?  sorry  i  haven’t  really  talked  to  you  since  your  last  job  for  me.  ❞  pressing  her  lips  together,  the  older  felt  bad  for  not  keeping  in  touch.

[giovannixdeluca]

Nico wouldn't admit this, but it took him at least five minutes to even get the bathroom door back open again. Seeing double and trying to pretend like he was sober was a lot harder than he remembered it to be. Coming face to face with Candice as soon as he felt victorious with the door opening only made his sober act all that harder. "Nada, cálmate." He tried in defense of himself, "I was just going pee."

[candimorales]

all  she  could  do  was  glare  at  him.  ❝  you  are  trying  to  lie  to  a  cop  right  now,  mi  qeurido.  you’re  going  to  have  to  do  better.  ❞  the  brunette  didn’t  know  what  she  could  do  to  get  it  through  his  head  that  the  road  he  was  heading  down  wasn’t  a  good  one.  it  was  one  that  would  be  hard  to  turn  around  from  when  or  if  he  gathered  enough  sense.  ❝  what  did  you  take?  please  tell  me  you  didn’t  mix.  ❞  candice  asked  while  straightening  out  his  clothes.  truth  be  told  she  didn’t  know  why  she  cared  so  much.  if  he  wanted  to  waste  his  life  away,  she  should  let  him.  yet  here  she  was  trying  to  fix  something  way  beyond  broken  once  again.

[brooklynxcox]

"If that's collecting dust I want to play in the rest of your closet that isn't." She said with a smile. She felt the same disdain for the event that most people felt. I'm sure the family is grateful but she didn't really know Cali. The main reason she was sucking it up is for Nico. "Well if you need anything a bit stronger, you know where to find me. And besides, I'm pretty sure they are encouraging people to drink."

[candimorales]

all  she  did  was  let  out  a  laugh.  ❝  i  think  you  will  be  disappointed.  ❞  her  closet  was  mostly  jeans  and  while  she  loved  dressing  up,  she  knew  by  the  end  of  the  night  she  would  be  rushing  to  get  the  dress  off.  looking  over  at  the  bar,  she  smiled.  one  wouldn’t  hurt,  or  two.  ❝  i’ll  keep  that  in  mind,  but  you  right,  let’s  get  a  drink.  ❞  candice  grabbed  onto  the  other’s  arm  and  led  her  to  the  bar.  ❝  got  any  plans  tonight?  ❞

[blcodthirst]

@candimorales LOCATION: the blackwell memorial ball, outside the suites

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐋𝐘 far from lost on emmanuel -- the fact that his cousin turned to the side of the law. despite his father being the black sheep of the family, the phoenix that emerged from the ashes of their upbringing. however, his father wore the char like armor, letting it burn him. from that moment on, their bloodline had split into two. emmanuel had always known candi was meant for something greater. better than them -- better than the future that he was bound to from birth: zipties, chain and all. every form of bondage one could think of: it bound the boy to a seat -- aboard a one way train to hell.

he knew why he was here. emmanuel had never been one for the blackwells, despised them actually. even still, he would never wish anything like this upon them. the founding families had earned his distain -- due to the entitlement and privilege that ran through their bloodlines. he enjoyed watching them scramble, cover their own asses by simply throwing dollar bills at the wounds that had been left -- but they were still human. calliope was a sister. a daughter. this time, however, everyone was in danger. his people had been threatened. in true resemblance of a lion protecting his pride, he is more than ready to bare his teeth. but, who is he to attack?

the urge for a smoke break had been biting at his heels for twenty minutes now, and he finally finds himself giving in. emmauel has just placed the cigarette between his lips, announcing his presence to his newfound company with the simple flicker of light. ah, family. " the fuckin' frills in there. how much do ya think all that cost? " he chuckles, taking the very first drag before the smoke dances through the air. it's somehow poetic. " feels a little fuckin' overkill, but i'm okay with drinkin' on their dime. "

[candimorales]

life  was  surely  something,  putting  her  into  this  world  that  maybe  she  wasn’t  a  part  of.  she  remembered  when  she  first  passed  the  academy,  eyes  bright  and  wide,  dreaming  of  all  the  criminals  she  would  lock  away.  some  dream  that  was  and  maybe  it  was  a  little  naive  of  her  to  think  it.  there  was  always  one  thing  from  making  her  go  all  the  way.  family.  it’s  the  one  thing  that  made  her  stay  in  this  career  for  this  long.  it’s  the  only  way  the  brunette  knew  how  to  protect,  to  help,  and  most  importantly  herself.

candice  needed  a  break  from  all  the  small  talk,  fake  smiles,  and  blackwells.  coming  outside  to  breathe  in  the  fresh  air  was  the  best  option;  well  besides  rushing  home.  while  hot,  a  smile  still  formed  on  her  face  as  she  stepped  outside.  she  almost  didn’t  notice  the  other  until  a  faint  light  popped  up.  ❝  don’t  even  want  to  think  about  it.  it  all  seems  rather  wasteful  to  me.  ❞  sitting  down  next  to  him,  she  snatched  the  cigarette  out  of  his  hand  to  take  a  drag  of  it  herself.

after  blowing  the  smoke  into  the  air,  she  took  a  good  look  at  emmanuel.  it  was  a  shame  how  they  lived  in  the  same  city,  yet  didn’t  see  each  other  as  often  as  they  should.  ❝  thinking  about  something  or  just  needed  a  break?  ❞  she  asked  before  taking  another  drag  and  handing  the  cig  back  over  to  him.  she  would  really  like  to  stop,  it  wasn’t  healthy  by  any  means,  but  of  all  the  things  that  could  take  her  life  one  day—  a  cigarette  was  last  on  her  worry  list.

[candimorales]

candice morales for the memorial ball.

attending with no one.

[candimorales]

open / closed for : @nicoblackwell location : memorial ball

candice  strutted  her  way  to  the  bathroom  to  touch  up  her  makeup  when  she  saw  him  exiting.  ❝  nico?  ❞  she  questioned  as  she  glanced  at  his  demeanor.  absolutely  fucking  not.  ❝  en  serio?  ❞  she  grabbed  his  jaw  to  force  him  to  look  at  her  before  shaking  her  head.  his  eyes  were  blown.  ❝  what  are  you  on  right  now?  ❞