Ardelia Mapp

Fierce protector || Best Friend || FBI agent "Right. Give me a son of a bitch with some manners every time." ((Indie RP blog for Ardelia Mapp. This blog is mixture of the books, movies, and the television series. There will be many trigger warnings! I RP with any fandom including OC's! Please read info before interacting. FC: Zoe Saldana)) #fiercelyprotective

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//Oh my lord I am so sorry for not being active! I'm going to try to get on more! <3

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Clarice twisted her mouth slightly, raising a hand to itch her nose and partially hide the small smile that was bubbling on her lips. It seemed stupid to be talking about something like this, something so serious and desperate - yet here she was feeling giddy at the opportunity to prove herself beyond exam scores and gun range trials. A real life study. Well — kind of.

"Buffalo Bill." she replied with a slight hesitation in her tone.

"I mean, I’m not goin’ t’be working on the actual case — not yet anyway. He wants me to try and get some information from someone in The Baltimore State hospital. They think he can help with the profile…"

Strangely, she found her fingers drawn to the bed, tangling around her thin cotton sheets, half excitement, half trepidation.

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Small details didn't seem important to Ardelia. She is far too busy celebrating what she is already willing to call a victory for Clarice. Practically tackling Starling as she dives onto the bed, childish squeals were impossible to retain.

"That's amazing!" What possible danger there may be also seems to escape 'Delia. Allowing her best friend to go head first into a harmful situation made her cringe, though Clarice said she would be gathering information first. A factor which seemed to put her mind at ease.  

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❧Chocolate, Whiskey, and Late Nights. || Clarice And Ardelia

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More night time questioning about her role in a manhunt that is increasingly becoming apparent. A little messenger graduated to a pawn. Son of a bitch, she did not have time for this shit or looking at all too smug of men behind glass trying to make her dance. Say what he wants, Starling is not dancing for him or Crawford.

But being wrapped up in comforters is the priority in her life right now, and she isn’t having nightmares. For once.

There is a holler muffled under pillows and blankets when Ardelia tackles. A yelp of protest. “The hell! Mapp?" She was lost under the covers, tangled up in her cocoon before finding a lick of cool air and pulled herself out from the tangle of blankets. “We are going to have words. I am not a hick. I am a hillbilly. And when did youget in?’

Where is her chocolate and booze, Mapp? She’s got coke for the booze, though.

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Ardelia rolls off the irritable woman, falling leisurely by her side. It's extremely tempting to continue shaking Starling. However, she recognizes the possibility of her night taking an unpleasant turn. In which case listening seems far more appropriate than provoking.

"A few minutes ago," she responds with a small shrug, lips curled into an infamous smirk. Lingering on her whereabouts isn't an option as intends on questioning Clarice. "Anything interesting happen while I was out?"

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//I'm sorry for the delay in replies! I'll try to get to those tonight<3

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//I need to do replies, and make an Ardelia fanmix. Sounds about right.

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(aaaw yiiiiss) The kiss is sudden and hungry. Perhaps for Mapp it was out of nowhere but for Starling it had been building for weeks -- /months/. Lips are quick, moving, hard against Ardelia's mouth. There's nothing but orange juice upon Clarice's lips as she cups her friend's face. Tongue brushes over lips, not quite seeking entrance, and lips caress against mouth once more. When she pulls away, there's a tip to Clarice's head, the smile sweetly embarrassed.

*evil laughter*

    Her reaction was delayed by the initial surprise consuming Ardelia. However she doesn’t stand there like a lifeless rag-doll. It’s only a matter of seconds before her lips respond with the same fervour. The first thing she notices is the tang lining the Starling’s mouth, which only increases her hunger. 

    The moment Clarice parted, a small shake of her head was ‘Delia’s only response. After managing to catch her breath, and allowing Starling to do the same, she pulls her in once more; hands greedily clinging to the fabric of her shirt.

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❧Chocolate, Whiskey, and Late Nights. || Clarice And Ardelia

           The night had been more eventful than Ardelia had previously planned. She'd stayed out until the crack of dawn, leaving Clarice a voice mail assuring her there was no reason to worry. Sneaking through the halls of the academy was easier said than done. By the time she returned, everyone was already rushing to their morning classes and prepping for an early jog. For the most part she'd gone unnoticed, only managing to bump into one professor who's class wasn't until later in the afternoon. Victory.

          Arriving to her dorm, she was surprised to find Starling still fast asleep in her cocoon of comforters. 'Delia realized waking her would only bring forth a serious of questions about her whereabouts, but that didn't stop her from tackling her sleeping form.

       "Come on, Starling! Time to get that hick ass out of bed!" She chuckled as the woman beneath her stirred, only increasing Ardelia's bouncing. "I brought you half a chocolate bar and a bottle of whiskey!" She'd managed to remember to stop at the store before she returned home There was no way Clarice could be mad at her if she brought back her favorite beverage.

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"There is a very definite arc for Maya, but the wonderful thing about her and actually the most difficult thing about her as an actor to play is she’s someone who does not explain her subtext. She doesn’t take the time to say how she feels. She doesn’t sit down and have a drink with someone and talk about her feelings. I mean, she’s so haunted by this mission." ― Jessica Chastain

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Dr. Chilton as a Eurasian Magpie

The Eurasian Magpie is a distinctive species with its pied plumage, graduated tail and loud chatter. The birds do not avoid humans unless they are harassed. Magpies are territorial and stay in their territory all year, even in north of the species range. Various behaviors have been observed that indicate intelligence. They use complex strategies when hunting other birds, and when confronted by predators. Widely believed tendency to "steal" shiny objects or it’s aggressive behavior toward favored songbirds. One of the few animal species known to be able to recognize itself in a mirror test.