monsters are real

santiago talavera. 28. detective. P E R S E U S

[hadleymorrison]

                     she already looks like a walking accident waiting to happen , what with a far too large cork board under one arm , two small potted hydrangeas situated precariously against her hip , supported by the crook of her elbow . to balance it out, she’s got a bag ( far too large for a woman as petite as she is ) dangerously close to slipping off of her shoulder and ruining the whole operation ( or , trek to her car ) .  the moment she stops to take a breath , the pollen rears its ugly head and josie sneezes:  once , twice , and  - -

                                                               NOTHING. 

            jocelyn shakes her head , laughing lightly at her own state , and again at the fact that she’s situated herself in the middle of frequently walked sidewalk, entirely disrupting the flow of traffic because of allergies. she wrinkles her nose several times , as if trying to provoke a sneeze.               ❝ they usually come in threes ,  so i’m just gonna wait it out here for a second… ❞

[mcnsterslayer]

           santiago misses having to hastily eat a hot-dog from the vendor on a corner before having to head back to patrol. it’s been four years and he still misses the simplicity of his life as a beat cop. perhaps his promotion to detective has never felt real to him, it was sudden, and while a part of his life goals, surprising. he often wonders how different it would be to be a detective at his old precinct, and not here on the ( ocassionally ) quiet streets of seneca.

        at least the people around here are friendlier, he was never good at making friends. and the friends he had made, well he had also made sure to drive them awyay. but he is trying.

       ❝god bless you!❞ santiago says loudly, ❝there i jinxed it for you❞ he says reaching out to try and help jocelyn with whatever he can. ❝no but seriously let me help you --❞ santiago says just as a random dude bumps against him, ❝before people start to get angry❞

[mcnsterslayer]

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eleanor had watched the whole scene go down with concern and relief, hugging herself with an almost white-knuckled grip. she managed a tight smile when the hero of the moment stepped forward to check on her and she nodded her head in affirmation. 

“yeah,” she replied. “i’m fine. just a little startled. i’ve had bouquets stolen, one time someone even managed to sneak away with the give a penny, take a penny jar. i’ve been lucky up to this point to avoid an actual robbery, though.” she sighed and reached up to pinch the bridge of her nose, a headache starting to spread from her temples. “i suppose this all could’ve gone a lot worse, though. i think he was more afraid than i was.” her eyes moved over the man’s shoulder so she could watch the kid get handcuffed and escorted to a police car. “would’ve shooed him off myself if he hadn’t had a knife.” 

❝while i’m sure you are capable of shooing him off, i would advice against it. even with no visible weapons you never know if they are carrying one...❞ santiago couldn’t help but said, he knew that was probably the last thing she wanted to hear, but it just spilled out of him. ❝he did seem scared, and he’s just a kid❞ santiago said shaking his head. ❝i’m not on duty but one of my officers is going to take your statement, but i do have to warn you that if the kid took money it’s going to be a few days before you get it back❞ santiago said with an apologetic smile. ❝are you going to be okay without access to that cash for a few days?❞ santiago asked, his entire childhood had been a living paycheck to paycheck situation. ❝after they are done with our statements i’ll be happy to make some purchases, only if you are in the mood to see clients.❞ 

[vldjihyun-deactivated20210508]

one of the reasons eleanor loved seneca was how small and friendly it was. most people knew most people and the community took care of itself without complaint. there were, however, a few instances in her memory where things had gotten unpleasant. things had been stolen, her cash box robbed, her front window broken. but she still had an optimistic outlook on the behavior and personalities of the people that walked through her door.

that day, unfortunately, her optimism let her down. she’d heard the little bell above the door go off and she’d thrown out her typical “welcome! i’ll be with you in just a moment!” without looking up. when she finally turned around she was met with the point of a knife and an anxious looking teenager. 

she wasn’t dumb. she handed over what he wanted without complaint and a little burst of relief came up when he dropped his knife during his escape, but the second he was out the door she was calling 911 and running out after him. “someone get that kid!! he just robbed me!!” she called out to anybody that would help.

[mcnsterslayer]

          for a quiet town seneca had quite it’s share of criminal activities. santiago realized that during his first month at the job, now four years later he knew what to expect. more or less. because he didn’t expect to have his day off interrupted. he had finally decided to get some plants, to make his apartment look a little bit more alive, or so have people suggest after visiting him. but really he never had much as a child, and he lived well, he turned out fine, why would he want to own lots of things? 

         he had finally caved in and wanted to know which plants required less attention, the last thing he wanted was to kill a cactus. so he had headed down to the nursery. just before he got to the door someone ran past him. santiago barely had time to react when the owner of the shop ran out as well. ❝are you hurt?❞ he asked before running after the perp.

         who in their right mind robs a greenhouse? santiago could not stop thinking as he ran after the criminal. ❝stop❞ he yelled, oh, he thought upon catching up, a kid. ❝easy. i don’t want to hurt you❞ santiago was off duty so he had no handcuffs on him, but the kid seemed to be more scared than anything else. by the time they made their way back to the greenhouse a squad car was already parking, stellar response time, santiago thought. he nodded to his officers, ❝cuff him and process him. take the owners statement.❞ he instructed handing the boy over and walking towards the shop. ❝you alright ms. westfall?❞

[mcnsterslayer]

hi y’all! it’s me ( val ) again!! this time with my precious son santiago! he’s a work in progress but less of a mess than me and spencer!!

⌊ peter gadiot, cismale, perseus ⌉ ⏀ have you spoken to SANTIAGO TALAVERA recently? the TWENTY-EIGHT year old who’s been in seneca for FOUR YEARS or so? either way, they always seem to remind me of STRONG COFFEE, BUBBLEGUM, RUNNING UNTIL YOU ARE OUT OF BREATH, AND LEATHER JACKETS, whenever i see them on main street. on a good day they’re pretty DETERMINED, but they can also be RECKLESS.

santiago talavera. 28 years old. from queens ny. 

mexican on his mother’s side. fluent in spanish.

the only child of a hardworking single mother. 

santiago’s parents fell in love when they were both super young. his mother was a maid for his father’s super rich upper east sider family. of course once his grandparents found out they shipped his father across the ocean and fired his mother.

santiago’s father never knew he was going to have a child. his mother never tried to contact him.

santiago never really asked about his father. his mother was there for him and that’s all he ever really needed.

it takes a village comes to life in the block santiago grew up. it wasn’t just latinos but other minorities that occupied the building and those around the block. they all looked out for each other. 

as a child santiago was quiet and soft spoken, and a bit of a nerd. other kids often picked on him. but it wasn’t the teasing that made him want to help and protect others. but rather the things he saw happen to the people around him every single day.

santiago could not wait for the day he could join the nypd. he wanted to change the world. 

santiago got a b.s in chemistry while he waited to be 21 and be allowed to enroll in the academy.

as a beat cop he started to make waves, specifically bringing up his suspicious of corruption against members of the vice squad. 

at just 24 he made detective. and with the promotion came a reassignment. santiago was sure it was because they wanted to keep him quiet. his mentor reminded him that it could be worse. 

santiago took the position of detective at the precinct at seneca.

santiago feels like he has failed the little kid that used to dream of bringing justice to those around him.

that’s about what i have for him!! i hope you love him as much as i do!! i’ll try to get some wanted connections up (for both santiago and spencer) and i’m always down for plotting either through dm or discord!!