Shepard Miller

Shepard Miller, instructor of psychology at the FBI Academy in Quantico Virgina.

[legacyofinfamy]

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“If I didn’t know better, I’d assume that you were threatening me.”

[mr-shepard-miller]

The red head stared down the other man, contempt and disgust plain on his face. “I am Carroll. You seem to have taken something from me.”  

[mr-shepard-miller]

Psa

I would like to clear up that while I did not send that anon to agentmikeweston last night, I do send anons sometimes. As these are meant to be an unknown Shepard kind of tormenting Mika or taunting those around her such as the one I sent Legacyofinfamy. This may get racey but they will never bad mouth Mika since she is his obsession.

[mr-shepard-miller]

PSA

Hello everyone! I am friends with the original maker of this blog who, unfortunately, is no longer able to continue on for a variety of reasons. So, I asked to take it over and will be adopting it. I’m going to be give him a bit of a makeover and I will try to be as active as possible but I’ll probably be a bit slow in the beginning. If you have any questions or anything don’t hesitate to ask.

[mr-shepard-miller]

therealryanhardy started following you

[mr-shepard-miller]

It was annoying to say the least he had papers to grade, past students he kept track of to speak with. “Good a reason as any I suppose. I don’t mind at all but I’m afraid I don’t have much to talk about, unless you’d like to help grade papers?”

[codesandguidelines-deactivated2]

“Love to!” Ryan said, but his voice was heavily laced with sarcasm. Still, he moved back towards the professor’s desk, eyes moving over it. Looking for something out of the ordinary. Not that he’d find it here, he was sure. “Just call me the teachers pet.”

[mr-shepard-miller]

The red head had some photos on his desk, once again former students, one of his favorites was of Michelle Weston and her twin the blond and blue hair dye was fading from her hair and she looked so happy. "Here you go." He hand half the stack over to the man when he sat down. "I can assume that you took some kind of training on Psychology and profiling yes?" Shepard left no doubt that he didn't think much of Hardy. "We were discussing cults, something you're familiar with."

[mr-shepard-miller]

therealryanhardy started following you

[mr-shepard-miller]

He smiled back, wondering what he’d done to gain this man in his class. “Interested in the future of the FBIs agents? That was my last class for an hour so you’ll have to wait.” He hoped Ryan would leave but he looked like a man here for reason.

[codesandguidelines-deactivated2]

“Well, the director keeps threatening me with a new partner, so I’m sitting in and scoping out the potentials.” Ryan circled around the room. “I got nothing but time, if you don’t mind. Unless there’s something else you need to be doing?”

[mr-shepard-miller]

It was annoying to say the least he had papers to grade, past students he kept track of to speak with. "Good a reason as any I suppose. I don't mind at all but I'm afraid I don't have much to talk about, unless you'd like to help grade papers?"

[mr-shepard-miller]

therealryanhardy started following you

Shepard looked up to the door of his classroom as the student filed out, seeing the man walking in. “Ryan Hardy? To what do I owe this visit?”

[codesandguidelines-deactivated2]

Ryan smiled pleasantly, even though it didn’t reach his eyes. “Just came to sit in on a class, Doc.”

[mr-shepard-miller]

He smiled back, wondering what he'd done to gain this man in his class. "Interested in the future of the FBIs agents? That was my last class for an hour so you'll have to wait." He hoped Ryan would leave but he looked like a man here for reason.

[mr-shepard-miller]

therealryanhardy started following you

Shepard looked up to the door of his classroom as the student filed out, seeing the man walking in. “Ryan Hardy? To what do I owe this visit?”

[mr-shepard-miller]

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[cults-myspecialty]

  She could only nod in agreement. “Especially if they think they’re all right.” Like a pack of agents that all read the same material and yet came out with different ideas. “When she lived with us, she copied his mannerisms. Some stuck, some formed away from home. There were some traits that she developed even without being around him.”

[mr-shepard-miller]

"Are you referring to her habit when it comes to alcohol? Or the fact that she uses sarcasm as a shield to hide behind?" He furrowed his brows in curiosity. "Though from what little she told me it seemed you had a happy enough family. Except for a incidence when she and her brother were younger."

[mr-shepard-miller]

legacyofinfamy started following you

[legacyofinfamy]

  "They were useful,” Joe agreed, unbothered by the other man’s commentary. The deaths of his people was hardly more than an inconvenience- Joe missed them only when it would have been useful to have someone with their particular skills available to him. People were assets, but they were disposable. Everyone could be replaced.

He shrugged slightly, knowing very well what memory, what man, Mr. Miller was referring to. Ah, Roderick. In the end, he was a useful man, but he grew too fond of power, as so many did. He was more useful to Joe dead. He would have preferred to do it himself.

But a life lived without regret was no life at all, of course. He turned to Miller, watching the other man with a thoughtful expression. “Why, I suppose I am fond of your Michelle,” he admitted, as though this was some great insight. “She is so like Ryan. That sort keeps some excitement in one’s life, I’m sure you understand.”

[mr-shepard-miller]

"I tend to find it easier to do things myself in all honesty. If I want them done right." He had paid others off sure but those people tended to die before they got to cash the checks. 

He had wondered how Tim had died but found that he didn't fully care, he was just happy he was dead. Shepard could guess that most people agreed.

The words served to get on his nerves, after all he was ... protective of his lamb, and the thought Carroll being overly fond of her made his skin crawl a bit. "I'm sure you aren't as fond of her as you are of your wife or that Hill girl or even Hardy.  But yes she certainly brings excitement to ones life."

[mr-shepard-miller]

legacyofinfamy started following you

[legacyofinfamy]

  "Ah, it’s as I imagined," Joe said, his warm smile sliding into something more amused, as though he had amused himself, some inside joke he didn’t care to share. "No wonder Michelle is so fond of you.”

There it was, of course- there was little chance Miller hadn’t realized to what Joe had been referring. He kept close watching on the Weston family- or had people who did- and Miller had been in… rather close contact with the female half of the Weston duo. A woman who, Joe had to admit, he was quite fond of tormenting. If he hadn’t been, she would most certainly be dead by now by sheer virtue of her annoying bloody mouth.

He turned his smile on Miller, facing him. “And what word would you use, Mr. Miller?”

[mr-shepard-miller]

"You seem rather interested in Michelle." His face grew dark. "Should I be worried about that or am I still the only one fond of her." No need to hide after all people like them recognize each other. Though he was far less interested in murdering or cults. "She is rather fond of me, but more fond of a memory of another man." He said taking a large drink out of his scotch, perhaps this man understood wanting a woman that wanted another man.

"A pariah would be more fitting."  Miller smiled more friendly. " Though some pariah are celebrities.  "I'm sorry you people died, for the most part the seemed... useful."

[mr-shepard-miller]

legacyofinfamy started following you

[legacyofinfamy]

  Joe smiled, all friendliness and charm, sliding into the stool next to the other man at the bar. “It’s still so surprising, finding myself a celebrity,” he mused more than responded, tapping the sticky surface in front of them when the bartender glanced his way- “Scotch, please.”

It would be a moment, but Joe was happy to have that moment to turn his attention to the man, tilting his head slightly as Joe considered him. “But of course, I’ve seen you as well, Mr. Miller.”

[mr-shepard-miller]

He listened to the drink order gesturing that he'd have the same. "Celebrity isn't the word I'd use."

He turned to look fully at Carroll, knowing that the man was just as, if not more, dangerous than himself. "Well, Mr. Carroll I can't imagine why I'd be one the news." He allowed a sharp smile onto his face.

[mr-shepard-miller]

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[mr-shepard-miller]

  "I suppose you have a good point, though not every agent can be a Agent Reid." He said with a slight chuckle.  Acting as much as a professional as he could when it came to Michelle. "The amount of debates she started about the accuracy  different profiles on older cases or even on current profiles was staggering. Real drive in that girl, though she did have some problems." He was quite intimate  with those problems acting as a therapist for Michelle someone who she confided all the things that tore at her mind and heart.

[cults-myspecialty]

"I’m not exactly sure how well have multiple Reid-like geniuses would go over in practice." High IQs along with some of the biggest egos on the planet were a dangerous combination. Debating people. Yeah, that sounded like Mika. "Like father, like daughter. Not the actual quotation, but close enough." Truthfully, she got problems from both sides, but it wasn’t something she wanted to admit.

[mr-shepard-miller]

"It would be very hard to convince anyone of anything." He smirked a little, he could use this to get more into her family history from her parents side. "Were they close? She didn't talk about her father a lot. Outside of the fact that he was an FBI agent."

[mr-shepard-miller]

legacyofinfamy started following you

The red head sighed as he sat at the bar, waiting for the other man to show up. A shadow feel beside him looking over seeing a man he didn't feel like dealing with. "I've seen you on the news."

[mr-shepard-miller]

open rp

[equivoquexfinale]

  Saying that Dylan was worried would be an understatement. Since the beginning, there was something about Miller that irked Dylan. 

Obviously, Dylan did what was normal for him to have done. Talk to the man face to face. Was he overreacting to all of this? Maybe. He didn’t know much about the relationship between he and Mika. But, he felt that he had a duty in doing this.

"Not exactly," Dylan replied, voice gruff. 

[mr-shepard-miller]

Shepard smiled calmly at the other man after-all there was no need to give away why he was there. He moved closer making his intentions to sit on the couch apparent. 

"I didn't know you had a key to Michelle's house. She just went out to grab some food." He gestured to the empty space. He knew Dylan was close to Michelle but not how close well to an extent after all he couldn't watch her all the time and his camera wan't at this mans house.. "You know she talks about you a lot. Are you too" He waved his hand as if reaching for an answer. "Seeing each other?"

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“☼”

… to yours sexting my muse

[Txt] Dude I think u got the real wrong no. here

[mr-shepard-miller]

[Text] I apologize I thought this was Michelle's number.

[mr-shepard-miller]

open rp

Shepard rumaged through the car looking for his tools. After all his smart lamb had changed locks again. He walked up to her door picking the lock, succeeding and opening the door. The apartment was empty, the ,now, brunette wasn't anywhere to be found. A voice called out worriedly for the woman. Shepard stepped in to the view of the doorway.

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