??the weight of a broken heart.

"She was a barely-hidden warzone. She joked about death in a way that made my heart ache. She would look me in the eyes and say, “God, I hope I get hit by a car.” Everyone around us would be laughing. It was terrifying; this dance she had of half-shown torment. One day I asked her, “what have you been through that you make comments like that?” She just laughed."

[facelesssnaps]

The Pleasure of Finding Things by AlicjaRodzik

[leonamcnroe-blog]

@lesliegentile

[lesliegentile]

&&. aurora blake.

           “Guess you could say that,” she said quietly before looking up at the other with a small smile on her lips, slipping her body back into her seat and looking at the endless amounts of articles that were around her screen. “Of course I am, been watching True Crime and Criminal Minds since I could talk, and it helps if I’m caught up when stuff like this happens,” she sighed quietly, shutting the laptop slowly.

            “Mhm, don’t forget Law and Order SVU; that one is a true classic now compared to the others. Never gets old,” she quipped in casual agreement. Her smile faded however at the alluding to all that was happening in their quiet Colorado town. There was a time when Leslie could pretend that the worst thing in the world was going to one of her father’s sermons. But she was only a kid then. And now, she couldn’t pretend forever. Things were much worse than that. “Well, there are times I wish it was like TV. Nine times out of ten, things work out and everybody gets to get home while the killer is locked up to rot. If only it was that easy.” 

[lesliegentile]

&&. jordan darius.

               Death was death, that was the end of the story. It didn’t matter if it were a human who had passed or a cat that someone had loved like their own child —- death left its mark and it had only just been a month since the death of Brian Darius and Jordan couldn’t handle anymore death at the moment; cat or not. So, the sheriff took a step backwards from the pair and let Leslie do her job because at the moment, he couldn’t be quite fucked doing his. “Is there any point in us telling her?” he finally said as the old woman walked away from them.

          “I think you should know the answer to that by now, JD.” She paused as if rethinking it for a moment before giving a shrug of her shoulders, “If she’s already come back a third time this week, I think it’s hopeless to try and explain it more to her. Ignorance is bliss, after all.” 

[lesliegentile]

&&. maddox chase.

                   While the low route was familiar territory for Maddox (it had been used on him many times) sometimes it was the only thing a person could do in those type of situations and something he tried to save other people from. “Probably not my place to step in, but I know those types and thought better I go down that route than you.”

         “You mean the over aggressive dicks who are almost always trying to compensate for something?” She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Should have just shoved him into booking for being a complete ass.” She piped up after a minute though, “Buy you a drink for thanks? Beer, coffee --- whatever the hell you drink. On me.”

[lesliegentile]

&&. leona monroe.

“I just called you…” The exact date escaped her, but it couldn’t have been more than a month. Which truly spoke to how distant Lenny had grown from everyone she once knew in the sleepy Colorado town. “You know, I remember a time when we used to dress up like adults to sneak into bars like this.” Luckily the Corner Pub was far more welcoming to her appearance than the one owned by The Crows, she’d rather down a shot made of tequila than lead anyway.

          “You mean when we were dumb and stupid? Don’t remind me or else I’ll start to miss being that age.” Of course it wasn’t long after that when her life fell apart, yet she still clutched to the memories like it was all she had. “Fancy a drink?” she sang out in a purposely snobbish tone, heading to open to door to the Corner Pub in question, “Surely your family isn’t already pulling you all over the town for random shit yet, eh?”

[lesliegentile]

&&. leona monroe. 

“Not lost, no.” Well, lost in the daydream of walking through a town she never thought to step foot in again. Very little had changed, save the recent murders and how familiar faces aged during her decade removed from Blackwater Bay. Lenny almost couldn’t decide if the idea were more haunting or sad when she paused to think on it, her internal observations only interrupted when someone took note and addressed the woman. “Pretty sure I’d know these streets even if I were blind, so the directions aren’t really necessary. I appreciate it though.”

          “You sure about that?” She grabbed the other and pulled them along as they walked, “Feels like I haven’t seen you in a lifetime, Lenny. Ever thought to pick up the phone or shoot a text?” Leslie shot the other a pointed look but quickly broke out into a grin.

[lesliegentile]

&&. jordan darius.

                    “Your cat is missing and you want to file a report.” the newly appointed sheriff deadpanned at the elderly woman who had been showing him three albums full of Mr Whiskertin. His father would have dealt with things differently, been better at this — but his father was a better man than himself; and he was dead. “Look — Oh, its you — what did you want to talk to me about that was so important before??” he quickly asked the person walking passed him as his gaze flickered towards the old woman, indicating that he just couldn’t deal with her in this moment; seeking help in the form of anything else.

          “Eh,” she stopped at the sight of the elderly woman who had been here multiple times before for the same occurrence. The only problem was that Mr.Whiskertin was a long since passed pet. “I think Mr.Whiskertin needs your help far more,” she half pouted in sympathy for the woman, scooping up a photo from the album. “He’s cute, so you better make it snappy.” She merely teased the other before figuring it was best to let the poor woman be on her way, “----We’ll do everything we can to find your cat, okay?” It was the nicest response Leslie could offer, not having the heart to remind the elderly woman her cat was no longer with them. 

[lesliegentile]

&&. maddox chase.

                        “She said leave her alone —- so back off.”

          Genuinely surprised at the other voice that stepped in, she turned on her heel even despite the horrid excuse of a human who still attempted to stand their ground. As the raven haired male approached, however, they seemed to have gotten the point. “Thanks, I suppose. I’d have handled it but I’m pretty sure it’s frowned upon any time I take the low route and use my fists instead of my words.”

[lesliegentile]

&&. ryan darius. 

“Shit,” Ryan patted down his pockets, acting flustered as the bartender waited, “think I left my wallet in the car,” which he didn’t actually have. “Add it to my tab?” which he wouldn’t pay anytime soon… or at all. But the bartender didn’t look like he’d be budging, metaphorically and literally– the guy was a giant so Ryan straightened, nodding “No? Right, uh, just one sec– hey,” he tapped the shoulder of the nearest individual, rubbing his jaw slightly as he gave them a sheepish look, acting embarrassed to even be asking this, “look, I hate to ask but…could you help me out? Wallet’s back in the car and The Rock over here won’t let me get it and, well, you know how it goes.” The middle Darius flashed them the trademark lopsided grin that seemed to run in the family, hoping they’d buy it and his drinks for the night because he sure as hell wasn’t going to.

          “Eh, not really fooling me, Darius,” she half taunted, eyes flickering over to the bartender, “Get him some of your finest tap water. Maybe that will humble him enough to cough up the tab once in a while,” she couldn’t help but snicker. Perhaps she’d finish her drink and leave the middle Darius to plead with the other patrons, but otherwise she could only offer a beaming grin at the other, clearly gloating in her own antic. 

[lesliegentile]

&&. bonnie hastings.

              “Oh hell no — I am not drinking with you again! You are not to be trusted, far from trusted! All I remember is belting out the lyrics to Here I Go Again by Whitesnake on the bar top and I don’t want to relieve that horrifying experience. Alright? Good, glad we’re on the same page!”

          “Oh, come on --- I was the one who had to carry you home. And, let me tell you, you are much heavier than you look. C’mon, it’ll be fun.”

[lesliegentile]

&&. aurora blake.

             “E—–ey, woah. Do not even think about back-talking about the one and only Charles Manson, my dear. Not when your so-called favourite serial killer is the overrated Jack the Ripper. Charles was not a psychopath and I am actually very offended that you would ever say such thing, he was nothing less than a sociopath and I certainly hope that you go back into your one-bedroom apartment with your cat and research this topic before trying to argue with me on the subject. Wonderful, thank you. Bye bye!” The detective said with a very satisfied smile on her lips as she watched the other walk off in the other direction

          “Slow night at the station?” She quirked a brow at the other, chastising them in good humor. “I didn’t know you were one to be up to date on your serial killers, color me impressed, Rory.”

[recklesseeker-x]

Suspects name: Leslie Gentile Age: Thirty One Residence: Suburbs  Occupation: Police Officer  Behavior: Intuitive, Loyal — Micromanaging, Hypocritical  INTEL: File corrupted. Information unavailable, delivered to unknown.

                                  INFORMATION

Teenage pregnancy, religion TW

Leslie Gentile came from a sternly religious family background. The preacher’s daughter; branded as the oldest cliche in the book. She was supposed to be tender and cusp to the direction of prayer leading her life. Yet, Leslie was somebody who felt destined for greatness. For more than what her family’s church could ever allow. Of course, she’d dabble in whatever her father wanted. Singing hymns in the choir, belting out a prayer for the local Sunday gathering. Such concise regimen to her father’s beliefs allowed her to be rather spoiled in life. After all, they had long since resided in the gated community, her mother’s career catapulting them for the greatness Leslie always knew she could obtain to.

For a long while, Leslie lived a life of happiness and laughter. It always seemed that things came too easy to her, or that happiness was bountifully handed to her in heaps. As soon as she entered high school, Leslie joined the school’s soccer; much to her father’s distaste. He wanted Leslie to commit to her faith and become a nun, devoting herself to God. There was no time for sports. If only her father knew how many days she had scurried over the tracks, towards Crows Pub. Towards ‘danger’; down the path that her father would consider condemned. Plagued by Satan’s trickery. Whatever other mumbo he tried to shove down his only daughter’s throat.

Leslie always thought she could live her double life in peace. Devote herself to God’s work in the morning, soccer practice after school and immediately to dress herself up and brand herself as 21 and up. The legal age to drink. To live a double life; a life away from what was considered to her; God’s nuisance. Leslie thought she had perfected such schedule. Until the night she got pregnant.

It was always funny how she waltzed around Crow’s Pub like some overly made up adult, prancing around as if she had any right to be there. Only to wind up pregnant by another high school boy. She was hardly an adult at all. A sophomore in high school and pregnant. The two topics should not have coexisted. But here she was. And to make it even more of a mouthful; she was the preacher’s daughter.

Confiding in her mother, it wasn’t long until her father had heard of the mess. An uproar caused from him, she had never seen him so angered. So infuriated. Mostly at himself. Had he not prayed hard enough? Had he not devoted himself far enough to be free of the world’s evils? Of Satan’s calling? No. His daughter was pregnant and there was no turning back.

Pulled out of school her father excused it as a need to be closer devoted to God. That he would home school her and make sure she committed to God’s will. That was what he told the school at least. Leslie was stuck in their mansion of a house, that sat nestled in the gated community. She no longer had any right to her freedom, any expectation of what would happen to her baby; nothing. Her parent’s love dwindled; a cold shoulder as they thought she had turned against God’s love. They had failed her. It was that simple.

9 months later, Jedidiah was brought into this world; a healthy and loud baby boy. But he would not stay with Leslie. She was not to care for her. It seemed her parents had cracked under the pressure to be perfect to the public eye. A scandal as horrific as the preachers daughter being pregnant had to be salvaged. Keeping the secret smothered to themselves, her mother went off on her own path. Pretending to be pregnant as she walked around with a fake stomach they smothered their lie like they had smothered Leslie into solitary. Jedidiah was not Leslie’s, Jedidiah was their baby boy. Leslie was still as pure and devoted as ever.

Yet to keep up with their own scheme, she was not to return to school. Never to raise suspicion. Soon, once Leslie had healed from the pregnancy and Jedidiah could be without a true mother’s care; a nanny was hired to separate the true mother and child. Leslie was not allowed to be near her son.

And so, Leslie kept her head down. She forced herself to finish high school and soon joined the police academy after. Anything was better than the nauseating thought of church or her baby that could not ever be considered hers. Yet after her pregnancy, Leslie’s father made no comment about her life’s choices (she really thought he would keel over at her attempting to be a police officer). He allowed her the free will to breathe so long as the secret of Jedidiah was kept under wraps. That she was to view him as her younger brother and not her child.

Graduating from the police academy with high regard, Leslie smoothly integrated herself into the Blackwater Sheriff’s Department. As always, she kept her head down. Glad for the distraction of work. As Jedidiah grew older, she grew farther apart. One day, she never returned back to her childhood home, settling into the Suburbs. She could not face the fabricated lie that was her family home any longer. It was suffocating. Gods will. Fake brother. She had to get away. And so, she left and never attempted to contact them again. It was funny how she wished to distance herself, yet could never leave Blackwater. For after all her years forced to live in the gated community; this was all she had.

Headcanons:

Despite already working long hours at the police department, Leslie is also a volunteer firefighter on the weekends. Anything to keep her mind busy. Some days she becomes so involved in her work, it can be days before someone can genuinely get into contact with her.

She was prescribed medical marijuana for her panic attacks she began to suffer from one day.

Even though she had grown up under a family devoted to God, Leslie has grown to have quite the sailor’s mouth.

Her one dream was to join the National Guard and never return to Blackwater and everyday Leslie regrets the decision of not going every day.

FC: Hilarie Burton 

[inkskinned]

there is fox in her, a curled up copper wire that binds her backbone together, a hint of wild, the cut of cleverness, eyes that laugh at everything, a smile all full of mystery, of playfulness, with feet that carried her through nights that rang with the howl of hunting. you cannot tame her. when she comes, it’s because she wants to. and when she stays: you should be on your knees in thanks. foxes like her choose their dens with the sharpest elegance. don’t betray her trust. don’t send her running. keep her close and love her hard or you’ll never see her like again. and trust me, you’ll miss her when she’s gone. you’ll miss her more than anything.

copper // r.i.d (via paynesrps)

[icrucio]

She’s the girl ablaze; Her kiss burns like whiskey, Her touch trails fire, Her eyes burn brighter than city light She’s the girl ablaze; Who flames like the sun, The moon and stars She will ignite

J.P.  (via musingisms)

[lesliegentile]

&&. ⏤ chief khom:

“ No one told you to never surprise a cop from the back ? “ The brunette groaned, sighing heavily as she putted her gun away. “ I could of shot you, for fuck’s sake. ⎯ so what do you want ? “

          “Wanted my spot, boss ---” She used the name in a teasing manner, brows raised as she locked the safety on her gun to prevent any possible accidents. It had been a long time since she had been back in the line of duty and target practice to her was important. “Not used to be being under somebody and uh, chief or not -- you’re in my spot.” Ashlynn attempted a teasing grin, though there was a force in her voice that showed she wasn’t joking. Dedicated to the job and rather selfish, she could come off as aggressive from time to time without meaning to.

[lesliegentile]

&&. ⏤ james caster:

James was lost in thought, he had a lot on his mind. Today was the day and he always hated this day of the year, “I am sorry, i was not listening. What where you saying again?” he asked as he looked at the person seating next to him.

          “I was asking why the long face. It’s hard to do paperwork when you have the look that somebody died.”

[lesliegentile]

&&. ⏤ the little gallagher:

Didn’t anyone ever tell you that waking a sleeping nurse who’s been awake for two days is against the law?

          “You’re going to pull that card on me --- of all people?”