Junior Deputy

"I didn't sign up for this." Indie "Rook" from Far Cry [UNDER CONSTRUCTION]

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masterhuntrcss:

@donewithhope gIVE ME THE CAT | cont.

      She’s on her knees reaching out to Peaches before the Deputy finished speaking, soft cooing slipping past her lips. She’s never that soft — not unless she tries to charm a cougar into letting her pet her.

             “Come on, Peaches, the Deputy is boring and doesn’t know how to have fun.” 

        “You’re welcome for letting you borrow my cougar, smart ass. And excuse you, I have a ton of fun, I’m just choosing to have fun in a less murderous way thank you very much.”

     Eve shakes her head at her friend but can’t help but give her a soft smile at the way she changed around Peaches. If it made her a little less hardened she’d give her Boomer too.

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        “Last time you were in ‘water’, you were dragged there unconsciously and nearly drowned by my big brother~ You’re bigger than me, Eve. I couldn’t overpower you if I wanted to~”

  And she splashes at the riverbank, trying to wet the deputy anyway.

She flinches at the splash, sizing the blonde up before giving a deep sigh. Her clothes are shed in a manner of seconds. 

        “So help me God, if anything fishy happens again I’ll come back from the dead and haunt your asses, I swear I will.”

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So, who are we gonna fuck up next? I haven't had a target in, like, forty minutes.

“Why don’t we…I dunno, take a break from fucking people up? At least not Faith and John. You can work out a plan to blow Joseph to smithereens though in the meantime. Or better yet, take Peaches for a walk and thin out the Peggies, is that enough excitement for you?”

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blissfcl:

  She doesn’t say anything. Silent and smiling, with her hands extended to the element of WRATH. Fingers waved, flexing, beckoning her forward. C’mon, Dep. C’mon. Water’s fine~

@donewithhope knows its adult’s swim. || one-liner*

“You know, last time I was in water it didn’t go so well for me so I think I’m just gonna pass. But enjoy it yourself, I’m just gonna get comfortable on the solid ground over here.”

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"If I promise nobody else will be there, and no weapons of any kind - are you going to give me at least a chance to talk to you? Just talking. Honestly."

         “Yes.” 

    It’s spit out quickly, so quickly in fact that everyone nearby looks at her with wide eyes as though they can’t believe she agreed to it. ‘It has to be a trap’ they mouthed with worried looks as if questioning whether or not Rook’s sanity was in check. It was though, even if the Deputy knew she should be more worried than she was. It had to be a trap, it was the only way he’d agree to such terms but it was one that had to be walked straight into anyway. It was the only possible way to lead him away from the path he was on and possibly save everyone else. 

      Anxiously Rook licks her lips, glancing around the room at everyone before turning back so that she couldn’t see their faces. Their judgement could wait until later, and last she needed was one of them trying to ‘help’ and talking her out of it. 

         “Name a time and a place then. But first sign of anything fishy and I walk out, you got it? I’m trusting you, don’t abuse it.”

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salvatiicn:

     Tʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪs: the silence isn’t a bad thing. The longer she takes to think, the longer she stays in the line, and that makes it so, so much easier to track the signal down. One would think someone trained to catch people would consider these things, but no! No, the deputy never fails to astonish him with her ignorance. Maybe she wants to be caught. Maybe some part buried deep within her longs for peace, understands what needs to be done, and it is just a stupid pride that keeps her from giving in.

     Even if her words, once they finally come, make her look more like a stubborn child. Really? That’s insulting his intelligence, but he’ll indulge her for now — it won’t be long until they get to her, anyway, and such talks are much more effective in person. There’s just so many more way to convince them of their wrong ways. To make her see that he is only trying to help her.

           "Please, Deputy.“

     His voice is soft, even though it’s hard to strain anger from it. Impatience. The radio filters it, but probably not for long if she keeps on being so utterly wrong.

           "There’s no need to be difficult. I’m just trying to make you see the error of your ways — I’m only trying to help. You don’t need to make this harder on both of us.”

    She should have hung up long ago. Someone wiser than her would have done it ages ago, or better yet not even started the conversation. But there was something about him...perhaps it was the danger of the whole situation, an unfamiliar feeling for a woman whose life could be called ‘boring’ compared to what he was offering her. Even in the strictest sense of doing her job, this was more excitement than she’d ever had. 

        ( It was probably wrong to be this hung up on a murderous cult ) 

    No matter how quiet andkind he’s trying to appear, she knows it has to be a ruse. A man who’s threatened to peel her skin from her and already tried to drwon her once wasn’t sddenly going to be nice and civil, especially when they were merely talking over a radio. 

        “I didn’t know you had it in you to say the word ‘please’! I’m impressed, Seed. And I’m not being dificult, just trying to understand your thought process.”

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salvatiicn:

    Sʜᴇ ᴏꜰꜰᴇʀs, ʙᴜᴛ her offer is kept to limitations, to conditions. It’s not true, not within her heart, and how can he save someone who doesn’t want to be saved? How can he bring peace to her soul, if she does not want it, if she is only plotting, if she is already contemplating on how to ruin everything even further —

           "Deputy.“

     The anger sits right under his tongue, and one wrong word is all it takes to have it flare up.

           "As much as I appreciate your honesty — we cannot take the opportunity to confess, to clear themselves from their sins from others, now can we? It is rather selfish of you to ask to lock them out for a chance of reaching forgiveness, don’t you agree?”

        It didn’t work though in all honesty she wasn’t expecting it to. He was too ingrained in his beliefs for a simple switch to suddenly make a difference in something he’d held onto for years. There’s a silence that hangs between them as his question goes unanswered for a bit. 

        He’s...not a good person, not in the slightest. Not like the man she’d already pledged herself too. But still, there was some hesitation, some belief that she had to take a chance first. If she didn’t at least try to get him better before turning him in, she’d never forgive herself.

     Somewhere deep down there had to have been a part of him that was good. He’d said he had been when he was a child, that the abuse was what led him to where he was now. So it only stood that perhaps he could be redeemed even if a little bit. 

            “I dunno, seems like it’s their choice. You can’t force someone to accept it right? Makes your paradise mighty full anyway. But it’s fine, I get it. I thought you wanted me there but if not so be it. Enjoy your paradise alone then.”

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It’s been a while since they last talked, the silence unnerving her and making her paranoid. At least if they kept up a steady stream of communication there was a chance she could get something out of him. So she decided to break the silence first. 

 ( She’d been breaking the silence first a LOT lately )

       “Say I join you? I give in or whatever the hell...then what? What do I get? You gonna stop flaying people if I say yes?”

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I know he can be a bit overbearing at times. He feels things so deeply that he bears them on his very flesh, but you have to understand that he and I- We care about you. We want the best for you now that you're here, and this close to joining our family. Deny him his carnal pleasure if you must, but don't deny yourself this true chance at happiness, Deputy. Join us. I made you a flower crown and everything.

domestic violence. minor shoplifting. people ignoring the speed limit. all things that rook thought she was in for when she signed up to work for the hope county sheriff's office. murderous, ‘religious’ cults with hallucinogenic drugs and forced tattoos of your supposed sins, however, was NOT. 

faith’s voice is almost angelic – or as close to angelic as rook can imagine. her experience with angels being nonexistent pretty much. it’s a strange sensation and rook is almost tempted to ask her if she could just pick up a radio and talk to her normally but feels as though it’d probably be a stretch. 

‘we care about you’ ‘we want the best for you’. it was a load of shit if she ever heard it though wording it like that wouldn’t do her any favours. john brought out the snark she tried to keep down, as if unable to control herself around him. despite exposure to the bliss she was much more clear-headed around faith than him. 

     “Why should I? You’re drugging people and John is taking their skin. If this is happiness then I don’t want it. If you have to force people to join you then it isn’t true happiness.”

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salvatiicn

 “deputy. baby girl. why can't you just come around and let us talk...”

u didn't say anything about coming alone. or leaving guns at home

damn it john this is why no one trusts u

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deputy. baby girl. why can't you just come around and let us talk about our differences. why do you always have to run from me. dear. sweetie.

   lips curl in an expression of annoyance as his voice crackles over the radio, paranoia making rook look around in worry that he was nearby. she wouldn’t put it past him to be around somewhere near, watching her every expression. knowing him he thought that using those pet names would butter her up, as if calling her ‘baby girl’ would suddenly get her to open her legs to him. though there is a brief thought that matt never called her by anything other than her first name.

    (and the feeling that suddenly came up at hearing john’s voice call her such familiar terms was merely indigestion ) 

   she doesn’t respond immediately although an initial response of ‘because you’re an asshole’ pops to mind though it isn’t the most professional. instead, she licks her lips. pausing before giving a response. 

        ‘ because i like my skin intact thank you very much. you put your knives down and meet me in a neutral place and we’ll talk. maybe. you’re also more than welcome to turn yourself in peacefully. all this bloodshed doesn’t need to happen.” 

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