D O L L F A C E

Nora. 36 Robbery-Homicide Detective. Single. Just seeing where this crazy thing called life takes me.

[norafreemanx]

cooperhawkinss​:

what: closed starter 

 for: @norafreemanx​

 location: crime scene somewhere downtown 

 It was a shitty day. Well more like a shitty morning. It wasn’t even noon yet and Cooper just wanted this day to be over. No, he more so wanted this week to be over. This case was killing him and Meg was driving him up a wall and he had no idea what the hell to do with her. She was his sister though and he couldn’t give up on her. Cooper’s mind was all over the place but being called to a scene at five in the morning wasn’t his favorite thing. Well it was but not when he didn’t have his coffee. Cooper needed it, he needed coffee so badly. Once he arrived to the scene it was a madhouse, thankfully it was outside so it was a little bit more organized but Cooper took a deep breath. He wasn’t sure what was in store for him today. Cooper was hoping this case would go smoothly but that was rare for the male and rare for the Homicide unit. Sometimes it took a few days or a week. Cooper hoped to God that it didn’t take a week this time, he needed a brake. A brake from all the madness that was happening right now. He loved is job, truly, he loved being a Detective but sometimes Cooper needed a brake from it. Standing in front of the yellow tape, Cooper looked down at the victim and shook his head. This was going to be a rough one he could tell. Swallowing hard the wind hit his face and Cooper looked up for a moment. His heart dropped into his stomach. 

 This wasn’t right. What was she doing here? Was it really her? Nora couldn’t be here. Cooper didn’t need this. He did not need this. He could feel his color drain from his face and when his partner asked if he was okay the male just shook it off. Cooper wasn’t okay. It felt like he had just seen a ghost and the man swallowed hard again. Cooper stood there for a moment. His feet were glued to the ground, he couldn’t move. Feeling sick, Cooper walked up to her. He was about to open his mouth and say something but then his Sargent did it for him. Taking a few moments to collect his thoughts, Cooper looked at her again and shook his head “Excuse me, Detective Freeman is it?” He was being an asshole. Of course he was. He needed to be.  It was the only way that Cooper knew how to cope with this. Cope with the fact that this might be real. “You can’t be here right now. This is for Homicide. Not sure why they called you in.”

-

Nora had finally felt comfortable enough to leave Jane and Abby by themselves while she went to work. Her paperwork had already been filled out and the transfer had been completed so it was only when Nora had let them know a few days prior that she was ready for work that she knew that she was going to get a case at any time. There wasn’t much crime happening in Eureka - at least that she was aware of - and when she got the call about a robbery gone wrong resulting in a homicide, she grabbed her things and headed out the door. She wrote a note to let Jane know where she had gone and left all the numbers where she could be reached at any given time so that she knew all of her bases were covered. When she got the location, she had met up with her new partner and got caught up on the case in question and then headed to where the robbery took place. Everybody was already on sight and gathering what evidence was available and she hadn’t been paying too much attention until she saw him - the one that she hadn’t expected to see ever again. Her heart beat faster against her chest and her palms started to sweat but she was at work so she had to keep her cool. She was introduced to the sargent and all the others that were working the case and she couldn’t help but keep her eyes on him. 

When he started to speak, her gaze met his and then narrowed before she shook her own head. God he could be such an asshole at times and she wanted nothing more than to just walk away but she couldn’t. Her feet stayed glued and she could feel eyes on her but her demeanor never changed or wavered. “That would be correct, Detective Hawkins,” she responded, a laugh soon following - one that she didn’t mean to come out. “I’m sorry but you might want to take a look around. The homicide happened during a robbery and I’m with the robbery-homicide unit so yes I’m supposed to be here. Might want to get some coffee in your system before you start saying that people shouldn’t be here,” she retorted. “Now, if you excuse me, some of us have cases to solve. Might want to try it sometime.” The blonde rolled her eyes as she finished working on the case and the things that she needed to take care of. When they were almost through, she headed over to the other detective and gave him the information that she had. Thankfully, they were far from the others to hear. “Stop being such an asshole and just pretend like you don’t know me, got it? Keep it professional. Think you can manage that?”

[norafreemanx]

claytonbaker​:

open - @eureka-starters​

Clayton glanced around the crowded bar for a few seconds before letting his dark hues drop towards the person on the other side of the pool table. He crossed his arms over his chest as he watched them line up the shot to break the balls up. As soon as they hit the cue ball, his eyes watched it jump right over the triangle and straight onto the floor. He pressed his lips together to keep the amusement from spreading along his features. “You were right. I’m impressed.” He teased.

-

The bar was her saving grace here lately when she had too much and tonight was exactly that for Nora. She made sure that Jane and Abby were all settled in for the night and headed out, leaving a note for her sister to call if she needed anything; hopefully, tonight she wouldn’t. When she got to the bar, she had a few shots and then a beer before heading toward the pool table. As she watched the ball fall to the floor, she couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her - probably too loud. “Well, I said that I could play pool not that I was very good at it. Let me see you try then, mister. I think it takes great skill to get it to go right over all of them and onto the floor.”

[norafreemanx]

l-rojas​:

💉

Despite finally escaping the shift from hell, Leo still found himself with the immense impulse to stick a 7 gauge needle in his brain.  He had been doing the job long enough that he knew going home with that sort of mood would end in him eating too much pizza, drinking too much beer, and sleeping the night and probably next day away, only to wake up just in time for his next shift.  SO he made the executive decision that he wasn’t going home until that impulse had lessened to at least a 20 gauge needle.  Tried and true methods had failed to work, so he was at his last resort: ice cream.  Now, Leo wasn’t a man for small talk or talking to strangers even on a good day, let alone on a day that made him rethink being born.  He knew he should have put his earbuds in before coming in, because then at least he’d have a reason to ignore her.  “–All ice cream flavors are fake and taste artificial, so I really don’t know what you’re looking for, here.  Make a choice and live with the consequences.”

-

Nora really hadn’t expected so many people out to get ice cream at this time of day and really she was being more rhetorical than looking for an actual answer when she asked about ice cream flavors. Instead of being met with a neutral or kind answer, she was met with a more cynical answer to the question at hand. Her brow furrowed as she looked over at the man next to her and shook her head. “I know there are a lot of things to be cynical about but ice cream and talking about the consequences of a choice don’t seem like they really go together,” she muttered, her hands resting at her side now as she waited for the line to move. Her lips pressed together in a line as she continued to look up at the board full of ice cream flavors. “You’ll probably give me another half-ass answer, but are you alright there?”

[norafreemanx]

abelbecker​:

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It was hard to believe that Abel had gone from big time fights in the octagon for crowds of thousands to a five year prison sentence and finally now — to ice cream parlors with his six year old niece. Despite the fact that the fame and the money were nice, these days, Abel was just grateful for the things in his life that actually mattered like family. As Jaime squeezed his hand and rambled on about all the different flavors of ice cream to the woman beside them in line, Abel remained fairly quiet. Once Jaime has spewed all her ice cream tasting knowledge off and stepped up towards the cashier to order her own ice cream, Abel leaned back momentarily to offer his own insight on the matter, “I think it’s ice cream — it’s all gonna taste a little artificial, doesn’t mean it ain’t good though,” He said with the shrug of his shoulders and a faint, polite smile, “Maybe take a gamble on it, tell me how it measures up to actual cake batter.”

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Nora looked down at the little girl who was telling her all about ice cream and she felt an instant wave of sadness rush over her. Would her child have been around the same age now? The thought of it tore through her stomach that she had to hold onto the counter for a moment but she soon smiled at the little girl and thanked her. When, who she assumed to be the child’s father turned to her, she had to laugh and nod her head. “Yeah, I guess you are right about that. But I guess some artificial just tastes better than others,” she said with a smile. When it was her turn to order, she quickly placed an order for a small cake batter and small cookies and cream, just in case. She paid and turned back toward the man and child as she took a bite. “Definitely tastes like cake batter and I’m not sure how I feel about that,” she laughed, holding the cup out in front of her. “Wanna try?”

[norafreemanx]

c-nilsen​:

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Cyrus decided that he didn’t need his kid with him to go get icecream.  He was a grown man, there was nothing wrong with getting ice cream by himself.  Sure, he didn’t want to make a habit of it, but, he could treat himself.  Though, Last Temptation did bring back all the memories of standing in line for anything cold on the simmering summer nights, having spent all day with Evan at the Beach, or after one of his games, either celebrating a win or cheering him up after a loss.  Between the rush of memories and surplus of new flavors, Cyrus found himself staring up at the board, probably for too long to be normal.  “Oh, uh–” he paused, looking over to whoever it was that spoke, and realized she looked to be much in the same situation as he, at least the ‘debating over the flavors’ bit.  “I’m gonna be real, my kid tossed his cookies after eating cake batter ice cream like…Once when he was twelve, but I’ve stayed away from it ever since.”  Cleaning vomit out of car upholstery has a way of leaving a permanent negative bias towards whatever it was that caused the vomit, strangely enough.  “But you go for it and let me know how it is, alright?” He suggested, laughing. 

-

Nora wasn’t a huge ice cream person but there were some moments when the cravings hit and she had to run to what used to be her favorite ice cream spot; however, everything seemed different and she was so unsure of what options to even consider. Part of her wanted to take the safe route because let’s face it, it was always better to be safe than sorry, but then again she liked to venture out from time to time. As she listened to the man next to her answer, she immediately shook her head and laughed. “You just solved my problem. I always trust a kids opinion when it comes to ice cream, at least, they know what they’re talking about there.” Instead, she ordered just a small cup of the cookies and cream ice cream - old faithful. “What are you having? I’ll buy. Especially given the fact that you and your kid possibly saved me from the horrible job of tossing my cookies, It’s the least I can do, really.” 

[norafreemanx]

where: last temptation when: monday evening who: open

Nora hadn’t been back in town very long but it felt as if she never left in the first place. The streets and atmosphere felt the exact same and although at one point in time she may have found it comforting, this was not one of them. She vowed to herself that she would never return home, but when her sister called it was only a matter of days before she had her entire car packed with her belongings and was on the road from New York to California. The first few days of her being back were rough, her sister withdrawing and Nora learning how to take care of a newborn was enough to push her over the edge but they got through it and that was enough. The baby was finally asleep when Jane suggested ice cream and well, she could go for a late night snack. She grabbed her keys and headed to Last Temptation where she found herself staring at the different ice cream flavors unsure of what to get for herself. “Okay, so do you think cake batter tastes like actual cake batter? Because if so, I’m game but I don’t want it to taste artificial, you know? What do you think?” she asked the person standing next to her.

[theblackpearl]

Once upon a time, there was a girl made of dirt. She lived in a town full of stone people. “You’re nothing,” they all said to the girl made of dirt. “Nothing." Every night, the girl made of dirt would talk to the wind… and the wind would only sigh. The girl was lonely. Then one day, there was a storm. It rained for days and days. The water climbed and climbed, higher and higher. Soon, the stone people were trapped, begging the wind to take them to safety. But the stone people were too heavy to carry. Then the wind spotted the girl made of dirt. She would be no problem to carry. So the wind opened its arms. And the girl made of dirt turned to air…and flew.

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[bob-belcher]

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