‘ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᶦⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈʳᵘᵍˢ ,

you didn't need a weapon at all when you were born one. loved by mads dependent roleplay blog for JERICHORPG.

[infrasred]

reckonin‌.

       she moves from his grasp with ease and he reluctantly let’s her go. in some ways, he hopes that traces of his touch will forever linger, that these moments won’t be forgotten so easily when they stumble upon troubled times. it’s an inevitability, the chaos they inspire, but he could learn to revel in the calm. he crouches down, pivoting on his heels towards the small thing. ‘   you find her on the street or something ?   ’ he asks, ushering the pup to come closer. ‘   come on, girl.   ’ he says gently, he’s always liked dogs. man’s best friend. ‘   that’s a good girl.   ’ he utters as tramp tentatively comes to lick his hand. a scratch behind the ears, and he’s got her in the palm of his hand. adoration blooms instantly, man’s best friend sounds about right. ‘   you wanna go to vegas tramp ?   ’

     her favorite brand collected from an under-stocked fridge, a back is rested against the kitchen counter. she looks at him, although far from directly : the twitter-pated gaze attempted to be kept at bay. most of the time, she’s rather successful, too. a cat person, but still big on dogs, obviously, oliver had anticipated the pair’s first meeting. either he’d despise her new companion, or . . . the interaction plays out sickly sweet before her eyes, and a growing smile is to be concealed with the rim of her coors light. “ got her at the rescue. ” she chimes in, a whirlwind of thoughts having distracted her from a reply. “ ya wanna take her with us ? ”

[infrasred]

regalwinds‌.

He shakes his head shamingly, hands held up in defense — both on reflex. Oli is a sister to him, and that’s the last thing you ever want to hear from family. “ I’ll rest easier tonight thinking you might have wet the bed or killed someone, Oliver. ” Thank God for the broad scope of forensics and plausible deniability. Though judging by the smirk about to break through on her features, he knew exactly how she was trying to get under his skin. “ The offer is appreciated, though. NEVERTHELESS. ” A pause. “ Car aside — how have you been … ” They both know what he wants to ask. “ Doing? ” Happy birthday texts and Facebook likes never tell the full story, do they?

     a chuckle leaving oliver, and she decides to let him at least have that. mustn’t be easy to be so frigid. not that she was to ever find out. the sudden GRAVITY taking ahold of rugged features forces her playful nature to have its pause button pressed, momentarily. she knows what he’s asking and she knows what he wants to hear, yet– “ all good. ” she promises. “ crackhouse’s gettin’ a little crowded this time a’year, but . . . other than that ? just peachy. ” emotions and recovery were two things oliver had trouble discussing, and although he was aware of as much, she also had trouble blaming him for his curiosity. but if she went into specifics, she’d have to recap the relapse of two years ago. another topic which forced oliver hyung into avoidance. “ what about my favorite policeman . . . any cases weighing ya down ? hear that’s an occupational hazard. ”

[infrasred]

reckonin‌.

        it’s a honeymoon high with a marriage that has yet cemented, and a vacation still lingering in the near future. he sneaks up on her, just as she did he, and hands are placed on her waists swaying to a tune only he can hear. lips press against the exposed flesh of her neck, sucking lightly. it’s not about the mark it’ll leave, it’s not really about anything other than her and him and a closeness that finally, he has in the palm of his hand. ‘   when d’you wanna go ?   ’ he muses inquisitively. he doesn’t plan things, ever - he’ll ask for time off and if it’s not granted, he’ll go anyways. he hears a light smattering of footsteps first, the pitter patter that could only be attributed to something four-legged. the small yip confirms it. ‘   is that what i think it is ?   ’ @infrasred 

     they’re back to where they were two years ago. before tumultuous break-ups and hospital visits. before adultery and words that couldn’t be unspoken. it was silly to believe in a re-do, so she doesn’t. but she does believe in them, however misplaced that faith might be. they’d overcome, they always did. a touch near causes oli to lose herself, almost forgetting a secret kept under wraps, until it makes its presence known. an impulsive purchase, she was going to bring it up eventually. she breaks free from his embrace, making a poor attempt in deflection. “ how would i know what ya thinkin’, marty ? not a mindreader. ” believable was only a stone’s throw away. up until she hears the pattering of paws and a weak bark from right behind her. “ her name’s tramp. ” and a b-line towards the fridge, and whatever beer had been left from the weekend, was made. 

[infrasred]

gidcarlisle‌.

     gideon notes her expression and wills himself not to respond. “i live close by,” he says, shutting down her question. gideon dutifully takes the toolbox; he supposes it’s the least he can do since he’s making her walk to his house. “it’s probably an easy fix, i just don’t want to fuck it up. i don’t know anything about cars,” he says, to fill the silence. with a sideways glance, he takes a long breath. “do i know you from somewhere?”

     close by or not, a tow-truck should be anyone’s go-to. she’d never been a fan of house calls, no matter their proximity to the shop. but once more, cash was cash and she had bills to pay. brows furrow upon his inquiry, throwing the older a glance. “ s’that a line ? ” of course it would be, she’d heard it a thousand times. but the unprofessionalism of it all. not that oliver hyung had ever taken professionalism into account. “ assumin’ you’re single with a laptop . . . it’d be a wonder if ya hadn’t. ” the brunette starts. “ do a lot of browsin’, do ya ? ”

[infrasred]

reckonin‌.

         ‘   then vegas it is.   ’ cliche, but it suits them to a tee. he’s never been, and while he’s not aching to breathe the stale air of broken dreams, if she wants to go, so does he. don’t let him gamble, he’ll lose it all and probably, lose her in the process. ‘   might as well get married there too if we’re going to make a big trip of it.   ’ he’s joking but the thing about his jokes is that they’re never really funny. testing shark-infested waters and challenging her to bite. he wouldn’t mind the pain, they’re both masochists in that sense. ‘   i want a big fucking lobster too.   ’ he says offhandedly, because he’s thinking about the swirling lights at the casino’s he’s been too and how vegas only promises bigger and better. which therefore, means the grandest of seafood buffets. 

     she is caught off guard. yet familiarity threaten their existence : an UNCONTROLLABLE wave of nostalgia washing over an, usually, unsentimental being, forcing her back to days of triumphant highs and devastating lows. but it is nothing like the last. because her forearms are unsullied by fresh needle marks, and clothing of another aren’t scattered around them . . . it’s an almost sober interaction that expects deliberate words, and she struggles. not for the right response to his unforeseen comment for she already has it. she’s always had it. it’s safely tucked away, recaptured from their last official break-up, beneath her ribcage and it’s been been CLAWING at her chest ever since. an enamored gaze finally finds the older once more, and she leans her whole self into the nostalgia succumbing them. “ okay. ”

[infrasred]

roguedmen‌.

   felix   rolls   his   eyes,   setting   two   shot   glasses   in   front   of   her.   (   one   for   himself   on   her   bill,   of   course.   )   ❝   oh,   fuck   off,   jane   smith.  this   is   why   you’re   not   eligible   for   the   kramer   discount   no   more.   ❞   he   shakes   his   head   as   he   pours   them   both   something   on   the   stronger   side.   strong   enough   to   peel   the   paint   off   one   of   her   cars,   that’s   how   he   liked   it.   ❝   hm.   boring.   ❞   he   downs   his   shot   with   one   swift   motion,   pouring   another   one   as   soon   as   he’s   recovered.   ❝   i   didn’t   know   you   had   friends.   you   pulling   my   leg??   ❞

     although dramatized, her offense is anything but theatrical. ouch. truth be told, she DIDN’T. not many, anyway. and especially not in jericho. “ got plenty, alright ! more than you. ” she argues, although her point is hardly backed up by fact. she had elliot, she had mimi, and – yeah, that was about it, wasn’t it. “ just not that BIG on makin’ friends with small town folk. ” or anyone, really. her isolation had been intentional and a choice made by herself entirely, yet . . . she had friends ! “ should’a seen me back in texas, kramer . . . ” another statement which goes moot. friends ? try acquaintances, or enablers of her drug addiction. not that oliver hyung was about to admit to both her friendlessness and heroin use all at once.

[jones-jessica]

[infrasred]

jones-jessica‌:

Which Jessica Jones are you today?

[infrasred]

mimidunne‌.

     mimi gives oli an overexaggerated wink when she takes off her jacket. “lookin’ good,” she remarks, egging on her friend. she shrugs, accidentally flinging paint across the canvas in the process. “imean it. you give me a time and place. jericho needs a little bit of excitement,” she pauses to look over the canvas. “huh, i like that.” a happy accident. mimi laughs at oliver’s question. “definitely not– no body shaming here. you’re perfect as is.” 

     mimi’s offer is one oliver has trouble refusing, and so she won’t. sweater goes tugged over her head, for the sake of ridding her of layers - of course - and she peeks over at her friend. “ yeah ? ” boots go, too. “ how ‘bout expanding your audience . . . ” oli muses, treading the topic carefully. an adverb she’s completely unfamiliar with during normal circumstances. “ and do a little show with me ? ” single brow quirked. “ nothing major ! but . . . my guys are pretty generous. ”

[infrasred]

hotheadcd‌.

okay, so maybe getting drunk at a bar in a town where a girl was just murdered for sinning wasn’t his best idea. honestly, it was probably among the top three worst decisions he’d ever made. pile onto that his anger issues and the overwhelming shame he felt from the fight with carmen. he’s not usually one to wallow in self-pity — steven much prefers burying his problems, boxing them away at the gym. but broken knuckles ( which was the cause for his tiff with carmen ) kept him from doing so, and thus he’d turned to hard liquor to attempt to ignore everything, for a while. he barely looks up from his gin and tonic at the other’s words, shaking his head. “ if it were that easy, don’t ya think i’d already be … trying that ? ” words are halted, and he wishes it were that easy. but carmen made points and steven’s just too worried he’s going to lose her at this point to even try anything but groveling.

     oliver resists the urge to tell the other to GROW SOME BALLS . . . although just barely. there’s a nagging that she’s supposed to be sympathetic, even if she’d argue him to be in need of some tough lovin’. “ it is that easy. ” the older corrects. “ maybe you’re doin’ it wrong, ” there’s always that possibility. “ guys tend ‘ta think they’re hitting it right . . . when really they’re miles away. ” edging on inappropriate territory, not that it’d stopped her before. sympathetic, sympathetic, sympathetic . . . yeah, alright. “ fine. have you tried apologizing ? ” oliver had spent enough time around men to know they often found it a last resort. correction : she’d spent enough time with herself. a fairly bold suggestion coming from someone who had trouble articulating the most minuscule of remorse. 

[infrasred]

regalwinds‌.

He snots at the response, but the idea of what exactly lurked underneath the carpets and behind the shower curtains was a little TERRIFYING. Not necessarily that little creatures could come crawling out, but a general lack of cleanliness. He’d always been a bit of a stick in the mud, the type of guy who stays sober to help clean up after parties. At least, the two or three he’d been invited to … in his LIFETIME. “ I’m not scared of anything, Oliver. You should know that by now. ” A pause. “ But if I find anything that glows under blacklight, I’m hoping that couch offer is still open. ”

     oliver wasn’t the cleanliest of people around. she’d lived in spaces no other person would have the guts to rent, and a fair share of nights had been spent sleeping in her car. whichever she’d owned at the time. needless to say, she wasn’t picky. nor was she prone to cleaning. therefor, cockroaches ? no biggie. elliot’s comment, though, causes for a raise of brows, and lips are brought together into a fine line. “ if that’s your deal breaker . . . ” she begins, suppressing a grin, a gaze avoidant. “ then ya might be better off at the motel. ”

[infrasred]

reckonin‌.

      ‘   yeah.   ’ he refuses to tread the waters of sentimentality for any longer than needed, but he lets himself. for a fleeting moment he lets himself feel as though all this, his life ? is good. not in the self-aggrandizing way he usually does, but with a tender realism that takes into account what is tangibly there. her, this town. how he loved jericho so. then, with a deep breath and shake of his head, the charming, cheeky smile is back and he continues to play the game he sets for himself. ‘   we have to get out of here. just for a bit. i’m serious too. it don’t have’ta be paris. just away. you and me. i won’t take no for an answer.   ’ he wants to go home, he wants to take her home, in all of it’s iterations. 

     it was foolish : despite years spent together, ups and downs, to think they’d ever make it. sure, this far . . . but how long ‘till their luck was to run out ? they were not idealists, not by a long shot, although when it came to the relationship shared, they somehow managed to believe. she watches him with careful eyes, prepared to offer an excuse or poke holes in his plan, and then she doesn’t. it’s a deliberate and conscious decision, one that she NEVER would’ve made months ago. “ well . . . ” the brunette begins, leaning into the idealism of it all. into them and what they had, even as the odds remained forever staked against them. “ i’ve always wanted ‘ta go back to vegas. ”

[infrasred]

gidcarlisle‌.

     gideon watches the girl, following her as she walks around the garage. he couldn’t place it– but it was undeniable that he knew her from somewhere. studying her face, he’s late to respond. her expression snaps him back to awareness. “oh…. yeah, it’s at my place. wouldn’t start, so i just walked here.” he’s frustrated at himself. he should remember, but doesn’t want to put himself in the vulnerable position of asking. 

     he’d walked. walked. brows knit together, and arms cross. “ ever heard of a tow truck ? ” idiot. but . . . oliver never was one to say no to a greased up engine, and certainly not to the money that came along with fixing one. “ too late now . . . ” she announces, pushing herself off this month’s project and grabbing the half-shut toolbox. “ alright then, let’s get walking. ” she announces, a phone tucked in her back-pocket. the younger might be desperate for cash, but she was still no fool. there was a possible serial killer out there. and though her phone wouldn’t do much for protection, the pocket-knife in her boot would. just needed some way to call the fed. “ you can take this. ” she offers him the toolbox, no way she was going to carry that thing all the way.

[yamakucci]

[infrasred]

clublemonade‌:

me

[ellenripleys]

[infrasred]

charlesxaviers‌:

She’s the Man (2006) dir. Andy Fickman

[infrasred]

prompt: delaney loses a bet to oliver.

     oliver wasn’t big on flowers. she’d never been good at caring for them, or herself for that matter, and they’d always wind up dying within days. thus, no point had ever been seen in receiving or buying them. but . . . sometimes they were required for work, and today was one of those days. she’d walked into the local floral shop with the intention of buying rose petals, only to end up sticking around. off-handedly, she’d bet the man at the register that the customer who’d been standing by the bouquets for twenty minutes must’ve cheated on his wife. the other, suggested it to simply be anniversary related. she’d scoffed, ever the pessimist, and the two shook on a ten dollar bet. of course, the world isn’t all sunshine and rainbows . . . much to oliver’s delight. “ told ya, ” the older beams as the door slams shut behind him, hand extended towards the florist. “ time ‘ta pay up, flower boy. ” / @unwoe

[infrasred]

prompt: oliver and carmen fight over the last portion of delicious food.

     she’d been waiting against the counter of their local dinner, anticipating their special, and her favorite, the all-american burger. but of course, today of all days, incompetence would be a bump in the road. what kind of restaurant didn’t have enough burger patties ? the waiter apologizes profusely before vanishing back into the kitchen area, leaving oliver with the task to convince the one other customer to switch out their order. “ look, sugar . . . i’ve had a really long day and if i don’t get somethin’ in me soon, -- i’ll be a real pain. ” she directs her attention towards the toddler accompanying the stranger, voice softening. “ ‘sides, shouldn’t the little ones be eatin’ home-cooked, anyway ? seems like ya might wanna head into your own kitchen. ” / @ofshirazis

[infrasred]

GIDEON CARLISLE.

– @infrasred

     locking the door behind him, gideon twirled his car keys around his finger. climbing into his old black forerunner, he puts the key into the ignition– only to hear it sputter and refuse to start. “fuck me,” he groans. he tries again. then again. accepting defeat, gideon locked the car again and set off towards the main road. he didn’t have a smartphone– too risky– but he knew there was an auto shop around here somewhere. hell, maybe the fresh air would do him some good. after a few minutes, he turns the corner to see the auto shop he was looking for. walking up to the open-air garage, gideon calls out to the first person he sees. “hey, can i get some help?” he does a double-take. did that girl look familiar? 

     she’s elbow deep in her latest project ; poking around in the engine of a rusty 1965 buick rivera. the owner had dumped it at the shop weeks ago, disinterested in the pricing it’d take to fix it. luckily, oliver had a knack for vintage vehicles and all the time in the world. she’d resell it once it was done, although done was in the distant future. hands tainted with grease & oil rub against an already stained rag as she considers her next move, only for a thought process to go interrupted. great. heel turned, and she tosses the dirty fabric onto her toolbox. “ depends . . . ya got a car ? ”