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[kaptaine]

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[kaptaine]

there’s a reason she went alone and there’ll be a reason she wanted us back in london. (eve)

@dllsprk / eve.

              you don’t particularly like london. it’s busy, and loud, and the thought of stepping onto the underground leaves you cold – you get nothing out of being pressed against the inside of a train carriage for twenty uncomfortable minutes, while trying to avoid touching what you’ve seen to be touched recently. this is something of a punishment to you – olivier beckoned you to his office and told you to go to london like it was the news of a family member passing, and he offered nothing except a sad smile as if to say unlucky, élise.

              “so you think she is still in the country.”  viIIaneIIe skates around the continent, from paris to budapest and leaves a trail of corpses in her wake, but they haven’t been able to get any closer than this. (you often think about how eve has seen her in person. up close. eve has been the other side of a knife’s edge to a murderer, and dodges death as though it’s a game.)

               “why is she interested in you? there’s nothing extraordinary about you.”

it’s not a critique. it’s not an insult. you don’t think when it comes out of your mouth and you stand there expectantly without so much as batting an eyelid. it makes sense: eve poIastri is a normal woman who drinks her tea with milk-no-sugar and files into the tube like the other five million people that pour out from various smelly, dirty tube stations across the city.

[kaptaine]

     – embrosse moi?      – you just asked me to brush you down.

[kaptaine]

i decided not to google that. (karl)

@dllsprk / karl.

               “no.”     you lower your head to read the transcript,  and sift through page after page of french insults that you aren’t sure translate.  karl waits for you,  and you can see him out of the corner of your eye playing with the arms of his glasses and staring down over the top of them.  you don’t quite catch the i presume it’s an insult, so i don’t need to know that plays in his tone,  and instead supply him with an answer:

            “it translates to… – you are a stupid fucking pig,  and you should go to hell.”

he looks guiltier by the minute, and even though you know that having a distaste of anyone armed with a shiny badge and a sausage roll (in karl’s case) doesn’t make them guilty, you only look back at him.

                       “i do not think he likes you.”

[charlottsullivan]

Elise Wassermann in 3x01 (aka the cutest most intense frowny face)

[sameen-shaw]

[kaptaine]

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@kaptaine | starter call

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Cold water on his face doesn’t help clear his head, doesn’t clear away the silly paranoia that he’s been found out for who he is. Even though there could be no possible way – people are so sceptical these days, besides! and even the believers would take the literal truth as a spiritual meaning! – the fear of some disruption to his stable-right-now life causes him no end of panic.

When he exits the bathroom, he reintroduces himself in his best French; rusty, and perhaps grating to a fluent ear, but passable. “Titus Mallory. Doctor, neurosurgeon, from America on vacation for a week, and I… I don’t recall seeing anything suspicious.”

                she decides already that she doesn’t like the way his voice grates on her nerves. he fumbles with pronunciation, and when she deciphers what he’s trying to say, she only glares over at him. (a part of her wishes those who didn’t speak french didn’t try, and a part of her prefers it to karl’s broken err... comme si uncertain babble, or the english’s refusal to learn any language other than their own.

           “i can speak english.”     she says it only so she doesn’t have to listen to another inflection that makes her cringe, and élise pulls out a straight, sharp hand for him to shake. behind her is the bustle of men in forensic white coveralls as they shuffle under various yellow tapes and through the flash-photography of olivier’s preferred forensic analyst, and élise takes an unconscious step away from the noise.

        “élise wassermann, capitaine de la police nationale. what were you doing here today?”

[hamndgirig]

the girl who played with fire ( book ) sentence meme

       inc. nsfw, homophobic & misogynistic slurs, violence and rape mention.

‘ aren’t you going to offer me a cup of coffee? ’ ‘ just how dangerous is she? ’ ‘ would you like company? ’ ‘ i have no reason to forgive you. ’ ‘ you ever touch me again, i will kill you. ’ ‘ i’m going to stop having sex with guys who smell of smoke. ’ ‘ you look like you just woke up. ’ ‘ that was brave but awfully stupid. ’ ‘ my kitchen is 100 per cent ikea. ’ ‘ i thought you were dead or something. ’ ‘ do you want me to leave? ’ ‘ you’re such a mystery. you never talk about yourself. ’ ‘ i burned everything that would burn. ’ ‘ just keep in touch. i’d like to know whether you’re dead or alive. ’ ‘ you’re an entropic chaos factor. ’ ‘ in that case, all that’s left is for me to commit suicide. ’ ‘ you don’t give a shit about other people. ’ ‘ usually it’s other people who don’t give a shit about me. ’ ‘ i thought you’d died. ’ ‘ you really are out of your mind. ’ ‘ now you’re really going to have to explain to me who you are and what you want. ’ ‘ this is going to be a long night. ’ ‘ go home and get some sleep. ’ ‘ we don’t know the motive for the murders. ’ ‘ it was an execution, pure and simple. ’ ‘ i need a burger. ’ ‘ i can keep a secret, if that’s what you’re wondering. ’ ‘ is she unbalanced? ’ ‘ is she capable of murdering two people in cold blood? ’ ‘ i’m a cynic. i believe everyone has it in them to kill another person. ’ ‘ shit, the whores are looking worse all the time. ’ ‘ you’d have to be pretty desperate to pick her up. ’ ‘ it doesn’t feel like the act of a lone nutcase. ’ ‘ can you describe the man you say you saw attack her? ’ ‘ does she have a police record? ’ ‘ i don’t think it was you who shot them. ’ ‘ they sell handcuffs and whore outfits and stuff like that. ’ ‘ lesbian satanists. ’ ‘ maybe you don’t give a damn but i want to know who killed my friends. ’ ‘ what would you do if it was me? ’ ‘ don’t you like men? ’ ‘ i don’t give a shit what you believe. ‘ ‘ how i choose to live my life and who i have sex with is none of your business or anyone else’s. ’ ‘ so you found my strap-on in my drawer. what did you fantasise about then? ’ ‘ my answer is that it’s none of your fucking business. ‘ ‘ that surly cunt is squirming like a snake. ‘ ‘ am i being arrested for anything? ‘ ‘ if your questions piss me off, i won’t answer. ‘ ‘ there are no innocents. there are, however, different degrees of responsibility. ‘ ‘ fuck you too. need help? ’ ‘ she’s one fucking freaky chick. ’ ‘ you had made her angry. ‘ ‘ i’m not innocent. but i didn’t kill them. ‘ ‘ even psychopaths need motives. ‘ ‘ do i look like a satanist? ‘ ‘ you’re a sadistic pig, a pervert, and a rapist. ‘ ‘ as far as i’m concerned, you should be put to death at once. ‘ ‘ she was a whore. whores get paid. ‘ ‘ it’s not me you need to ask for forgiveness. ‘ ‘ you didn’t have sex with her. you raped her. ’ ‘ you must be one of the sorriest perverts i’ve ever met. ‘ ‘ you look like a car crash. ’ ‘ i’m going to kill you! ‘ ‘ thanks for being my friend. ‘ ‘ in case you get any stupid ideas, if you even try to get up i’ll shoot you right in the gut. ’ ‘ you look like shit. like a fucking prostitute. ‘ ‘ you’d really like to kill me, wouldn’t you? ‘ ‘ there can’t be a man who’d want you. ‘ ‘ he’s not a fairy. he just doesn’t have sex. ‘ ‘ she was always the one with the brains — you were just worthless filth. ‘ ‘ you’re just a run-of-the-mill creep who hates women. ‘ ‘ i can tell him to break the bones in your body one by one until you answer. save us the trouble. ‘ ‘ do you really think this is going to blow over? ‘ ‘ i’m going to kill you too. ‘ ‘ you came here to kill me and nothing else. ‘

[findingchico]

[kaptaine]

are you playing ellie as autistic?

yes! i had something written up about that on an old blog and i thought it was still here but apparently not, but élise has asperger’s syndrome.

[charlottsullivan]

Do you still trust me?                    Of course I still trust you.

[kaptaine]

       -- embrosse moi?        -- you just asked me to brush you down.

[kaptaine]

be careful. you’re her type. (ilsa)

meme.

                 she’s reminded almost instantly of karI. she’s reminded because every time eryka kIein is mentioned in passing, his eyebrows raise and the word girlfriend slips out, and is met with an instant she is not my girlfriend rebuttal. (she knows when karI is teasing her. she knows, because the corners of his mouth will eventually curl and that same english glint behind his eyes that’s responsible for the mess in his car and the way he cheats on his wife lights up again.)

                “i am not considering pursuing a relationship with eryka kIein.”

more than anything, she confuses her. fascinates her. eryka steps into her space and there’s nothing in the room that éIise should be staring at more -- because although the name eryka kIein is threaded throughout the case, she doesn’t believe it. eryka isn’t a domestic terrorist, and the more time éIise spends questioning her, and sifting through pile after pile of evidence, the less she believes it. be careful. it doesn’t matter. feelings don’t affect her police-work. éIise doesn’t feel that for her anyway. and besides, gaël used to breathe too loudly when she was trying to fall asleep, and talked over her thoughts too often.

                                            “i’m not anyone’s type.”

[kaptaine]

zkljns.

“look, you say stealing. i say re appropriating an artifact that doesn’t belong.” a cheeky grin from the thief, who has a small greek statue in his hands as he stares at the police captain, “it’s for a good cause, mate.” he’s ever so slightly backing away from her, mind running through potentials, given the lady is blocking his planned escape route.

@kaptaine

                   “you are breaking the law.”    it’s not exactly her area of expertise: élise has more luck staring at her computer screen for a break until her back aches and she pulls a deodorant stick from her drawer, changes at her desk, and eats a mars bar for breakfast and staring at gruesome picture after gruesome picture than hunting artefacts that she doesn’t entirely understand anyway. (olivier had explained it as plainly as she’d bother listening to, and élise is nothing if not efficient and respectful of the law).

                     "i cannot let you leave.”

[kaptaine]

@travelledtime.

                 “excuse me. you cannot put your phone-box there.”      -- for a moment, her brain is still catching up with the logistics of an english phone-box showing up in the middle of calais without so much as a call of disturbance or local complaint, except for the fact that it’s blocking her porsche in and she has a list of things to do as long as her arm. but she reads phone-box, not cabine téléphonique and she hesitates. her eyes dart from the man, to the box, to each letter in black ink, and back to him.

                             “--- how did you get that there? it is english.”

[themusiciheardonce]

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[vilanele]

killing eve sentence starters episode 7 - 8

have you just had breakfast?

did you wear those clothes yesterday?

the bad news is s/he’s been murdered in prison. the good news is the buffet’s open.

this isn’t a coincidence.

that happens all the time in those places.

these sausages are so good.

you’re welcome to stay but you haven’t been invited.

we need permission and we’ve prodded them too much already.

don’t pull that determined face.

ooh, my tits are about to drop off.

i’m not interested in how she became to be a killer.

you told me to find her. that is the job that you gave me.

travelling makes you rude.

my understanding of solitary confinement is that it is solitary.

you smell of cabbage.

what’s a butterfly bead?

i decided not to google that.

you have a very pretty nose.

i don’t like girls.

a word of advice: don’t fall asleep.

i don’t want to bring up old wounds.

anything you can give me could potentially protect other people from getting hurt.

do you eat cake?

i don’t want to be free.

i’m afraid this one might be a little challenging.

she said that the only reason i loved him was because he had a penis.

she said she was going to get out and come back to me.

maybe you should stay with a friend for a little while, just in case s/he makes contact.

you’ve never called me sausage before.

you abandoned me.

i was protecting you.

thank you for keeping my family in a cupboard.

your wife is big. strong. and your daughter is so loud.

take the pills.

i am so proud of you. i love you. i love you more than this house. i love you more than my family.

i try to be angry at you. i try to discipline you. i try to trick you into doing what i want you to do and i fail. and i fail because i love you.

you are more powerful than any other person because of what you have in your heart.

you hit me with a log!

i am going to skin your family alive!

be careful. you’re her type.

i just want you to know, darling, you are the most important thing in the world to me.

you might want to keep your husband’s todger locked up.

you can say ‘todger’ but you can’t say 'sex’?

you come in, whoever you are. you come in and show us your dodgy little face.

oh my god! shut up! or i’ll blow your tiny head to pieces!

my dad is going to kill you in the face!

i’m going to kill your dad in the face! because he is an arsehole!

you are going to die!

what? i’m hungry.

stick out your thumb. look vulnerable.

there’s a reason she went alone and there’ll be a reason she wanted us back in london.

we need to ask her what the hell she was getting out of my girlfriend.

you must have some gadgety thing or something?

god, it makes me rage how efficient things are when you’re a dick to people.

can we at least knock once in case she’s naked or something?

why don’t you speak russian?

language is information. and information is everything.

she’s been told to kill me. i’m her next target.

someone always wants me dead.

she’s going to drive that woman crazy.

is she really annoying?

she’s amazing, but so annoying.

you either want a job, in which case, do what i say, or you don’t want a job, in which case, fend for yourself for once.

your face. your face is hurt.

you look the same.

you look older. it’s nice.

don’t move your tiny stinking ass.

the best sex we ever had was on that chair.

it’s an example of someone who thinks they can shoot a gun, but they can’t.

i will shoot your black heart.

i’ve spent every night dreaming you were alive so i could shoot you myself.

i don’t love her anymore!

did you two used to go out?

the thing is, i can kill you.

now look for some money. we deserve a big lunch.

if i told you, i would really have to kill you, you know.

we just need to give her what she wants.

i’ve decided. you’re a good person.

you’re a good person because you’re sad and sad people are usually good because they feel things more.

oh god, you’re one of those profound kids.

i am not sad. i have a happy face.

why do you have a gun in your car?!

tell me the truth or i’ll shoot you in the leg.

i’m not gonna shake your hand.

do you want some tea?

your passport photo is hilarious!

that’s right, ladies, a child could die!

please stop moving or i will shoot someone!

she is really annoying. i like her.

i’m not here to hurt anyone.

don’t break my heart.

i want to do my job so i can go home and have a bath.

you know, we’ve never had sex. weird, huh?

do you want a cheese puff?

there’s only one cheese puff flavour.

please take me with you! i’m dying here!

that was a dirty move but a good one.

that morning, she had only her underwear on!

did you have a party or something?

what are you going to do with that?

i’m gonna kill you.

you like me too much to kill me.

i think about you all the time.

i think about what you’re wearing and what you’re doing and who you’re doing it with. i think about what friends you have.

i think about your eyes and your mouth and what you feel when you kill someone.

i just want to know everything.

i think about you too. i mean, i masturbate about you a lot.

too much?

so you trash my apartment because you like me so much?

what do you want? honestly. don’t be a dick.

i want normal stuff. a nice life. cool flat. fun job. someone to watch movies with.

god, i’m tired.

you found me. well done.

are you gonna kill me?

would you stay for a bit?

i’ve never done anything like this before.

that’s rude.

i really liked you!

it hurts!

don’t pull it!