( Avan Jogia, cis man, he/him) SPOTTED: LEON OLIVER in new york city! heard the THIRTY YEAR OLD work as a DETECTIVE. word on the streets is that they can be WITTY, but they can also be WORKAHOLIC.
basics
Full Name: Leon Adrian Oliver
Age: Thirty
DOB: 10/3/1995
Height: 5′11″
Built: Lean muscular
Gender & Pronouns: Cis man & he/him
Orientation: Pansexual
Hometown: Chicago, IL
Residential Area: Brooklyn, New York
Occupation: Detective
Association: Neutral
Relationship status: single
tw:death
bio
Raised in the windy city of Chicago by his grandmother, Leon always knew he wanted one thing: to help others and to bring justice to this dark world. It made sense to the orphan, having lost his parents to the life of crime when he was so painfully young, and whilst he idolized the profession he was after, it helped him build character. Before he knew it, Leon was the most promising student in the academy, then the best performing police officer, and when a chance arose to join a training program to become a detective, he immediately followed through.
This time, however, his path wasn’t as optimistic as before. One hurdle came after another, soon followed by his grandmother’s passing, then his girlfriend breaking up with him, and before he knew it, Leon no longer had anything holding him back in Chicago. When an offer came in to join the ranks in New York City, he jumped right to it, packing up his bags and leaving the very next day. Other times it would have been painful leaving the city he had grown up in, but it no longer felt the same, and running away from it simply felt like the best option at the time.
After Chicago, New York did not feel as haunting or overwhelming as one would have assumed. Leon assimilated quickly, still being a hardworking, career-driven detective, this time focusing mainly on his work and not on his personal life. It often became nonexistent, with him typically going into his shared home to shower and to sleep, but that was the way the detective preferred it. Instead, his main focus was solving one case after another, doing everything he could not to slip up again. He still wanted to stand out, to do better than he did before, even knowing that the world around him was surrounded by the mafia and its influences.
with: @conallxward
where: the precinct
status: closed
"I feel like my brain's not working." Leon sighed, dropping the file onto his desk and leaning back in his chair. It had been a painfully long day, and that's how it always was whenever he was restricted to desk duty. As much as he loved his job, and as much as he believed that he could be doing something good, days like this made him question just about everything. Did it really have to involve so much painful paperwork?
"Please tell me you're up to something better than filling out all those forms." The pile on his desk was beginning to feel like some kind of a wall, hiding him away from the outside world. And maybe Leon was being dramatic, and maybe he needed a breather, or a distraction, away from it all. "
francis always liked to check in on his cop friends , mainly to see if any newly suspicions have risen up for him or anyone he knew. they barley spoke about open cases but their body language sometimes was a clear giveaway. however , lately he knew everyone needed a break -- himself included. there was nothing much he could do about the state of the world but he felt like medieval times was a good and well needed distraction.
" who knows -- it could be your new calling ? how much do you really like lady justice ? " a clear tease , they were all supposed to be law abiding citizens and to leon , francis was just chief of staff to city hall -- nothing more , nothing less. " i think i'd technically be assaulting an officer so only if you promise not to throw me in the slammer. "
"Or I could be a DJ detective. DJ in all kinds of clubs and solve crimes while I'm at it. And you can't even deny that it doesn't sound like a cheesy 90s TV show that you'd leave on in the background." Leon laughed at the mere thought of that. After everything that had gone down in the city it was nice to escape, even if just for a moment or two, and pretend that things weren't as bleak as they genuinely seemed to be. Besides, he was sure that Francis must have been feeling the same way.
"If you win, I'm not throwing you in anywhere. But, bear in mind, I'm damn great with swords, so you're in for a challenge."
francis had decided medieval times was a bit too advanced for romy so he decided to go through his contacts and pick at random who would be up for the adventure. usually he had a plan but he felt like something spontaneous was needed like hot jousting men to keep his mind off the chaos that was new york city.
" you got aux privileges the whole ride , i think it's time you let the captain control the ship for once. " he said immediately switching the bluetooth to his phone as if it would make a difference. francis had randomly decided he needed a fun night out , unfortunately that fun night required a thirty minute drive out of the city into jersey --- more hellish but he'd do anything for a good joust. he was about to select his first song when the gps informed them that they had arrived at their destination. " we're here , " the man said with a huge grin as he pulled into the parking lot and found a spot easily. " listen -- if we hurry i'll buy you the light up sword. "
The last thing that Leon planned to do was go out that night, but when he got a call, he really had no reason to say no to the offer. He was free that evening, his house chores were completed - as much as it was acceptable - and, if Leon really thought about it, a change of scenery was really good for it. Besides, there was also a promise to some good company, and that was always a plus.
"Come on, it's not like you haven't been vibing to the stuff I'm putting out. I swear, I could've been a DJ in another life." Leon grinned, not really protesting as Francis took over the music duties. He really had no right to do anything, not when the other was taking him somewhere nice and, on top of that, driving. "Only if you get yourself one and we can have a proper sword fight later."
"There's a replacement for about everything. Flavors, flowers, meat and apparently coffee. It's meant to be healthier I think, but if I can't trick myself to be more awake, then what's the point?" Hande had become an early bird with the opening of the café, was brewing coffee for others and baking just as early. If not for her employees, perhaps she'd be doing that even more than she already was. Coffee was a savior to all of them.
It was good to catch up, and nice to hear someone who seemed so happy to be cheering her on. "No, we don't have that type of coffee. It is a mix of Italian and Turkish baked goods and coffee types so apart from the standard ones, that's all we have." Which was plenty, but all proper coffee. "Well, you should come by some time. Coffee, the real kind, would be on the house, of course." ❧ @leonxoliver
"See, I get meat, flavors, flowers, or milk. But coffee? Call me old, but I don't see it. There's either tea or coffee, why ruin something that's been there for centuries?" Perhaps he was a little too passionate about it, but Leon couldn't help it. There weren't many things that he could enjoy nowadays, and coffee was one of those wonderful rarities.
"Good, then you're definitely on the right path." He smiled at her, genuinely happy for her. Even if things hadn't worked out between them, he held no grudge towards her. "You got me interested at the sound of those baked goods. Is it like a fusion, maybe? Cause that would be amazing."
Satisfied with her friend's decision, Chanel nodded her head before taking another drag from her cigarette. Unfortunately for him, she wasn't always the most creative when it came to nicknames, though she did like his suggestion. Intentional or not. As a smirk settled onto the woman's lips, she gazed up at him with anticipation. "Hmm... How about Robert?"
It was impossible not to laugh as the name rolled off her tongue, knowing that it was far too serious to suit him. "It's perfect. If I ever have to introduce you, nobody will question it. Meanwhile, I know you're nowhere near that sophisticated. Maybe I can call you Robbie for short. A nickname for a nickname."
"Really? You're going to go with the name I just suggested? I'm insulted." Leon faked the horror, despite a smile that quickly returned back to his face. He could never be angry at her, especially for something this silly in the middle of the night. "The least you could've done was gone with Bobby. That at least sounds less like I'm in constant trouble."
"See, that's where your plan falls apart. Is that really what you want to be known as? Sophisticated?" He teased her, grinning at the eventual offer of a slightly different nickname. "I think you should do better than that. At least when I tell people that I'm hanging out with Smoke in the middle of the night, they'll think that I'm either completely insane or insanely cool."
Gwen wasn't always selected for these types of tasks but perhaps because Maddox was in timeout and Wes had other things to do, she'd been selected to visit the NYPD to pay a visit to one Detective Leon Oliver who was injured during the fires. She brought along a gift basket filled with an array of chocolates, nuts, pastries and the likes. She was directed with ease to the space, not being acquainted with him she extended a hand out in greeting with a smile. "Hi, I'm Gwen Hope, I don't believe we've had an opportunity to meet yet. My family is a large support of everyone here at the NYPD, and just wanted to share our well wishes for what we heard happen the other week with the fire. And also to extend this gift." She extended the basket towards the man for him to take.
Leon was getting restless. He didn't mind desk duty too much, mainly because it was then often complimented by plenty of action. However, the past few days were filled with nothing but desk duty, with his boss telling him he wasn't cleared to be active, despite how little and simple his injury was. And yet, all he could do now was wait around his desk, all of his paperwork completed in the first day, and hope that something interesting came along his way.
At least, this time, he was in luck. "Hi! No, I don't think we have." He greeted the woman with a smile as she approached him, quickly standing up and shaking the hand that was extended out to him. Perhaps he was too eager to have something to do, but Leon wasn't going to question it. Nevertheless, when she extended a basket towards him, filled with all sorts of items, his brows shot up in surprise, "That's... you really shouldn't have, that's so kind of you. But I'm really the last person to be thanked for, I got away so easily. Unlike some unlucky, poor souls."
"yeah you might've gotten home and found yourself all moved out and new tenants enjoying your space." nothing more than a joke because how could someone know the location of his dwelling just by the keys alone, but it was funny to her. a little grin displayed on her lips and just slightly dimpled her cheeks. "at least you have a super that could let you in, right?" brow slightly raised, it was a question because maybe he was like her and had a townhome and that meant especially shit out of luck if keys went missing. "but i lost a credit card once," head shook at the memory, an almost haunted look in her eyes, "now that was some devastation." the person who'd found it had gotten a few major purchases in before she'd noticed and froze the card.
"That wouldn't even be the worst thing that has happened to me in that place." Leon joked. It was the least he could do, because if he didn't, then all of it would just be miserable. "Oh no, I don't think the supe would be thrilled about that. I'd be better off trying to break into my own room." Besides, the other seemed to enjoy taking a dig at him, and he was quick to absolutely accept that; taking himself seriously after doing something like that just made no sense. "Ooh, ouch. That had to hurt." And it was absolutely so much worse than just losing one's keys. "Did you at least report it and get whatever debt they got you into wiped?"
"Alright, there's a good point there." They had parted ways in their own way. Still, Hande cared enough to wish him well, to hope for the best for him. She had her reasons why she could never have committed enough to be fair, kind and loving; he had his own reasons. Somehow things still worked out. Somehow. It was good to see him again, regardless of the ending. "Perhaps they're some kind of coffee replacement? Those are supposed to be a thing."
Truly, it was more confusing than anything that the café owner wasn't more upset about that brown water the stall called coffee. Desperation could make anything seem tasteful. "It has. Can't believe how fast time's gone by. Things are good on my end. I own a café now, actually." A little place Hande was rather proud of. "What about you?" ❧ @leonxoliver
"Is there really such a thing as a coffee replacement?" Leon questioned the other, thrown off by her statement. It was almost too easy to slip into the old ways, into the old conversations, as if nothing had happened, and in a way, it was comforting. For once, just because a chapter had closed, it did not mean that all ties had to be severed, even if they did end up avoiding one another for a while. "That sounds horrifying. Is it worth living if even coffee's being replaced?" He asked, jokingly.
"You do? That's amazing, well done to you!" And he was genuinely happy for her, he really was. "Although, I hope that's not how you know about that replacement coffee thing?" He added jokingly, only to shrug at her own question. "Yeah, I'm alright. Work's the same, just fighting against windmills as always."
At the man's question, Chanel gave her eyes a playful roll, never one to give away her secrets. Maybe she had missed him. Or at least been looking forward to when she'd see him next. It wasn't every day she felt comfortable talking to another human being like this. In fact, she couldn't remember the last time she'd been so open.
Taking another drag from her cigarette, the woman couldn't help but chuckle at the man's suggestions, all sounding more like secret code names you'd say over a walkie talkie than cute nicknames you'd give a friend. "Smoke sounds like the name you'd give a stray black cat you found on the street... Which is kind of exactly what happened to you, isn't it?"
"See, that's where you're wrong." Leon was quick to correct her, a smile never once leaving his face. Perhaps these small moments, where the burden of the world wasn't weighting his shoulders, were the best, and she certainly was contributing to those moments. "If I was to find a stray cat on the street, I'd give them an old fashioned name. There's nothing better than a silly swanky cat named Robert or Eleanor."
Although, he had to admit, she was right. The two of them had come across one another like two stray animals lost in the night, and it was all pure luck. "Although, I do like Smoke for you. Seems fitting nevertheless." He admitted. "What about me though? I do expect a nickname in return."
The brunette offered him a curved smile, clearly amused, as her fingers slipped from his. "Mm, maybe," she conceded lightly, head tilting as she studied him, curious about his answer. "Which one are you?" Compliments were her favourite currency, and his hadn’t gone unnoticed. It only fed her ego that much more. "Oh, I'm counting on it," she murmured, already entertained. "But something tells me you won't make a fool of yourself.. you seem a little too in control for that." Taking a small sip of her champagne, she shifted, turning more toward him as she crossed one leg over the other and rested her chin upon her hand, giving him her full attention. "So, Leon, tell me about yourself. What's your story?"
Leon shrugged his shoulders, almost as if genuinely considering an answer to her question for a moment or two. "Honestly? Wouldn't be able to tell. It all depends on the day." He joked with a smile on his face. The other was proving to be quite the company already, and maybe, given the whole picture, it was all that bad that he had gotten stood up. "Maybe I'm just fantastic at pretending, you never know. Before you know it, I'll be talking utter nonsense." He warned her, relaxing a bit more now, his smile getting more warm, more genuine, too. Taking a sip of his own drink, he allowed himself a moment before speaking up again. "There's nothing interesting there. Just your regular overworked person with obviously pathetic attempts to have some for of a love or at least dating life." He couldn't help but take a dig at himself. "Tell me you're in a better situation than I am, please."
"how so?" head canted slightly to the side he regarded the lawman, tried to place him in his head and note if he'd seen him before. even if not, they were always easy to spot. considering how much they'd made his life hell growing up, in a multitude of ways, he was never the friendliest when they came around. "probably a good call. you'd likely not have made it down the aisle had you." gone inside, that was. cash stopped moving toward him when he was a couple of feet away, knowing how cops could react if they felt threatened. "ahh don't play with me," a grin, a show that he wasn't necessarily the bad guy he could tell by the posturing that the cop had assumed him to be, "you know exactly who i mean."
"Forget it." Leon brushed it off with a shrug. The other already seemed fairly tense around him - for reasons he was curious finding out - and he wasn't going to push him. This wasn't the time, nor the place for it. So instead, Leon focused on the jab at himself instead, laughing it off. "And to be fair, I didn't in the first place, so there's that." Not that he didn't try. But then again, years down the line, he was starting to understand that it was a good thing. As the other stopped in his tracks, a safe yet intimidating distance away, Leon smiled a little, wanting to prove that he wasn't out there to do harm either. If he was working at this place, then he definitely did not need to make him into an enemy. "Not really, no. Who do you have in mind?" He was playing coy, yet it would have been silly of him to give out the answers left and right like that.
despite all of her disappointments with the police, fidan wouldn't stop trying until she got some answers for her friend's murder. that, of course, meant she was having to do her own investigation. following yet another waste of her time a dejected fidan exited the building and pulled her phone from her bag, at first checking some notifications and then to see what an uber would cost her. a glance up because she'd sensed a figure coming her general direction, she witnessed something drop from his pocket when he'd pulled his hand free of it. "hey, you just dropped something." with a jut of her chin she directed him to what had just landed on the pavement a steo or two behind him now.
Leon had been so focused on his phone, going over the latest unread messages, that it was pure luck that he even heard the stranger call out. There goes his instincts that he had been developing for so long – clearly all down the drain. “What?” It took him another moment or two before he registered what the other was saying, and, looking around, he spotted the keys that had fallen out of his pocket when he rummaged through it. “Shit-“ Leon cursed under his breath, quickly retrieving the keys and straightening back up. All he could do now was swallow his shame and offer the stranger a smile. “Thank you. Pretty sure you just saved me from making an even bigger fool out of myself when I get back home tonight.”
𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰 latch, letting the smoky cloud escape into the night air. “i’m shocked and somewhat concerned that the fire alarm didn’t go off,” she told him, fanning the air with a dish towel. the thought of sharing what was eating at her made her hesitate. once they started talking shop, the whole night would spiral into case files and theories. still, she was honest. “yeah,” she admitted, rolling her shoulders like she could physically shake the tension off. “been going over the bomb scare stuff. trying to find something useful before it turns into more ‘classified, don’t touch it’ bullshit.” her eyes moved to him, brow raising slightly. “figured if i had something solid, i could bring it to you, or conall, or isaac…someone who won’t just sit on it.” she huffed a small laugh, nodding toward the pan. “clearly went great.”
she spotted the cherry pie he’d brought, its crimson filling peeking through the latticed crust. “i’d say we can just eat that, but i fear i’m too old for a bunch of sugar on an empty stomach.” she crossed to the fridge and pulled the door open with a decisive tug. “beer on the other hand…” she grabbed two bottles by the necks, the caps clinking as she kicked the fridge door shut with her heel. “josie sends her regards but she’s at a sleepover.” she glanced toward the staircase. “mckinley’s upstairs playing fortnite or whatever the fuck. doubt he’ll come down.” her little brother had discovered the digital rabbit hole and hadn’t surfaced since. “so it’ll probably just be us. think we can resist the work talk temptation without a chaperone?”
"Yeah, you might want to have those checked. I could do that after dinner, if you'd like." Leon suggested, picking up a spare towel and helping her to fan the air, get the smoke out as soon as possible. With two children in the house, it was important to make sure that all the safety factors were in place, and Leon was more than willing to help Kennedy out. Not that he didn't believe that she couldn't manage to do it by herself - he was just more than aware that a spare hand was always welcome. Besides, he trusted in her to know that his intentions were always genuine. "You know that anything helps. WHat have you got on it? Even the smallest details coud lead to something." Leon insisted. One of the many great things about Kennedy was that she was so observant and so smart; yet, two heads were always better than one.
"Yeah, we're not risking a sugar crash in the middle of the night." Leon mused once the smell of smoke was gone, picking his phone up again. "You could almost count beer as a decent meal, but both of us are way past that age, too. How about we treat it as an appetizer, and I'll order some pizzas for us?" He suggested, already browsing the options. The mention of the kids, however, brought a smile to Leon's face. "We're definitely leaving a slice of the pie for each of them. And you never know, maybe Mckinley will descend upon us at the smell of pizza." Even if it was unlikely. At Kennedy's question, Leon pretended to consider it for a moment or two. "I mean, we could make a game out of it? Or a bet? I bet we wouldn't last an hour without talking about it."
Chanel had always been a bit of a night owl. Long before she'd worried about the Pantheon or The Mob, she'd spent her her school years studying late into the night or hanging out at the bar long past close. It was the time of day she felt most herself, but it was also the time she felt most productive, with all of her best ideas born between the hours of midnight and 4 AM. While she had spent many nights roaming the city in solitude, the woman had to admit that she had often looked forward to her nightly meetings with the stranger.
With a cigarette perched between her fingers, Chanel stood leaning against a brick wall, the sharp features of her face illuminated by nothing other than a nearby street light and the glow of the moon until she heard the familiar sound of his feet against the pavement. "I was wondering when you were going to show up." she mused with a grin. While the woman had never been all that determined to conceal her identity, Chanel had to admit that it was rather fun keeping him on his toes. And it especially made her feel a little more open about the intimate details of her personal life. "Hmm, good point. Maybe it's time I let you give me one. Just try not to pick something stupid," she teased.
As always, Leon's eyes lingered on the cigarette between Chanel's fingers, yet he looked away, with more ease than the day before. His promise to quit, made to his late grandmother, was something he still believed in and stuck to, even if there were more days that he craved a cigarette than the days where he was fine. Nevertheless, he never said a word against it to Chanel, instead enjoying her company.
"Did you miss me?" He teased her lightly with a smile on his face. He'd lie if he said that he wasn't used to their nightly meet ups, and that without them the night would somewhat feel empty. "Ah, see, that's where you lost me. The only thing I can do is stupid." It wouldn't be a day where Leon wouldn't get a chance to poke fun at himself. "I could go with something like Smoke, or Whisper, or Night Owl. You know, since there's probably nothing more that'd be so on the nose."
"oh, if you ever see this face," cash neared the lawman and made a circling motion around his face, "always assume i'm busy." it wasn't a hate for authority, he'd just had too many run-ins with law enforcement throughout his life. from unhelpful in his youth and aiding him out of his troubled home to then wanting to jail him for trying to survive. plus, the older he got the more he understood just how corrupt the system and institution was. "you've never been in a strip club before have you?" thinking back to the 24/7 comment. "or you think movies tell the truth." a smirk cropped up as he edged closer, a clear size difference made apparent. "why were you following that guy?"
"Kind of an oxymoron, don't you think?" Leon queried the other before he could help himself. Just by the show of hostility or the subtle changes it was obvious that his presence was not welcome here, but it was still a free country, and he wasn't crossing any boundaries. Instead, all he was getting was someone who was acting shady without a good reason for it. "No, never went far enough to have my bacheror party there." Nevertheless, it was a poor attempt to diffuse a situation with a lame joke. The other was clearly not backing down, and whilst it should have intimidated him, Leon stood his ground, not moving, not showing a sign of worry. "Who do you think I was following?"
