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robbinggraves:
“oh, so you’re a COP. aren’t you too, hm, BLONDE & ditsy to be a cop.” a pause. “of course, now if you can shoot an innocent man, you’re good.”
“No. I’m not. If any of those people knew half the things I got up to in my youth, I’d be the LAST person they’d want enlisted.”
open to anyone
“I have no qualms regarding calling out stupidity when I see it, and that was downright MORONIC.”
robbinggraves:
“me, TWISTED. oh, now you’re just stating the obvious, dear.”
“I was under the impression that it’s my sacred DUTY to state the obvious.”
sickassjigsaw:
He smiled listlessly. “Not what I was implying, but thanks for clarifying.” He took a moment to dwell in self-congratulation for that unintentional rhyme. Next he was scrutinizing her face as she studied the picture– not that that gave anything away. Her expression was purely vacant and he was about as good at reading people as he was reading between the lines.
He wondered if her saying Castillo wasn’t her type could be taken as an admittance that she knew him, but he hesitated on that. Certainly people could say that just by looking at a person. She did seem a little more cooperative now than be- fore, no doubt since she wasn’t able to dismiss him like she had tried. He shifted his stance and nodded at her question.
“I take it you remember him? Because I need– ow!”
His foot jolted up at the sharp pain on his toes and he looked down for the source of it, but only saw his shoes and grass below him. “Sorry, I think… there’s something in my shoe…” He lifted his left foot and pulled off his leather shoe, then reached inside and winced as his fingers touched some- thing prickly. Pulling it out, he frowned at the small thorny stem in his hand. “Goddamn country and their goddamn weeds,” he muttered before tossing it on the ground.
“Anyway…” He looked back up at her and smiled. “Would it be too much to ask that I come in your your house to explain everything? And hopefully not be attacked by any more weeds?”
She fought the urge to smirk as she watched him remove the bit of vine that she had planted there, only because that response would lead to unwanted and likely invasive questions - not to mentioned all manner of presumption of guilt. “Welcome to Tennessee.” Even though the plant he had tossed aside wasn’t native to Tennessee. Or even this country. It was the sort of thing that one would get in trouble for importing to the US, given its tendency to strangle everything with the audacity to grow in its vicinity. But he obviously had limited to no knowledge of botany. Shame, for him, seeing as he might have been able to clarify his line of questioning if he had recognized it. But she was somewhat relieved. Still turning the small photo over in her hands, she leaned against the doorframe, loathe to let the man inside. She doubted that he would be able to find anything incriminating, but she was more comfortable without that possibility pres- ent. Besides, she was fairly certain that she wasn’t required to let him in unless he presented a warrant. “My house is currently doubling as a greenhouse. Not the ideal environ- ment for your obvious proclivity for the indoors.”
theylaughedatmemama:
carrie took a deep breath, a hand ran though the mess of blonde hair she was unable to tame. plump lips pressed together for a moment as she adjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder.
“ i am out of ideas then. i’m scared. ”
“Don’t bother being scared, that’s not going to help anything.” An insensitive response, but from what Karen could see, the last thing this girl needed was any sort of reinforcement. (Though it was an observation influenced by her reluctance to demonstrate any real kindness or niceties.) “Now, what are you running from?”
devilsxson:
❝ Both ❞
It itched his pride just a little to admit that wasn’t entirely someone else’s blood and he had let them get a piece of him.
❝ Give me something to stop the bleeding and I’ll get lost ❞
An exasperated sigh hissed through her teeth before she commanded, “Sit,” as though she was addressing a troublesome dog, and not a wounded stranger. They two things might as well have been the same to her.
bcdelia:
Frustration dances across the woman’s face for but a moment, and then it is gone, replaced with the tightest of smiles. Now, Bedelia rarely grew irritated without good reason, and truthfully this woman had done nothing to warrant such from her, but the blonde cannot keep the bite from her tone; honey usually dripping from her words, replaced with venom of a woman who had long since grown tired of having her time wasted.
“Then why not simply leave them be, I am sure I would have found out on my own sooner or later- instead of finding you skulking about between my bushes. I was simply being polite.”
There’s no good way to explain that she HAD intended to fix it, but she couldn’t do that with someone else present. Well, she could, but she didn’t want to. Kneel down by the plants, close her eyes, hold a couple leaves, and then declare the problem solved? No thank you. If anything would convince ‘Bedelia du Maurier’ to call the police, it would be that, and Karen has had enough dealings with law enforcement for a LIFETIME. “Because by the time you noticed, your roses would probably be com- promised and you’d have to replant. -- ALSO, I knocked on your door, thank you very much.”
mxdam:
Maggie? Is this a joke? She huffs out an irritated breath, reaches out and pushes the book down – not quite out of Karen’s hands, but out of her sightline. “When are you going to stop being such a deliberate bore, Karen?”
Not a good decision. Karen doesn’t take well to being touched, and even though Margarethe hadn’t made skin- to-skin contact, there still had been intent to manhandle her. “About the same time you leave.”
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sickassjigsaw:
It didn’t catch him off-guard that she would deny everything he said. It was in her best interest to avoid self-incrimination. But he had spent the last three months researching every- thing there was to know about her– which wasn’t much with- out police reports or formal records– and trying to locate her. He wasn’t leaving without the information he came for. He would resort to threats if he had to.
“I’m not a mind reader either, but I know damn well that you know exactly what I’m talking about. And I know you know damn well who this is.”
He produced a picture from his wallet and held it out to her. The picture showed a man seated at a table of an outdoor veranda, a martini in hand and a cigarette in the other.
“Oswaldo Castillo. Now according to my made-up story, you knew this man very well. Worked with him. Maybe even possessed certain personal knowledge of him. Am I ringing any bells here?”
“I’ve never fucked him, if that’s what you’re on about.” Of course she hadn’t. She had been underage for the majority of the time she had spent supplying and dealing. Not to mention that even in her youth - before she had resigned herself to a bit- ter adulthood - she had never been inclined to let anyone have power over her - sexual, monetary, or otherwise. All of her deal- ings with him had been business, and the majority of those had been conducted through other people. “Not my type.” She plucked the photo from his hand without so much as asking first, turning it over in her fingers as though she was thinking on the matter. An innocent person wouldn’t remem- ber contact at first thought. The fidgeting movement also serves to hide a small gesticulation that encouraged a tiny, thorny vine to coil in the toe of the man’s shoe. Raising her eyebrows, she inquired flippantly, “Is he yours?”
Crisis: Pilot (01x01).
mxdam:
“Karen, darling, you simply must live a little. Don’t tell me you enjoy living like – like a pair of shoes thrown in the back of a closet. Come out for a little sun once in a while, won’t you?”
“Like it does you any good,” she replies offhandedly, still refusing to look up from what must have now seem like an UTTERLY engrossing book. “ -- I’m not a plant, Maggie. I don’t need to photosynthesize.” She knows that that isn’t Margarethe’s name, but she’s feeling ex- ceptionally disagreeable today.
bcdelia:
The tone of surprise that lilted in the woman’s tone was genuine, and Bedelia could not for the life of her figure out if the woman was simply lying in order to cover up a more sinister motive. Though, there was something that told Bedelia that was not so- perhaps she did have an invasion of japanese beetles attacking her garden… Though she had never heard of such a thing.
“Oh. Well, thank you, I suppose. Can I offer you a glass of wine, and perhaps you could tell me how to get rid of said beetles? Forgive my lack of manners– I asked for your name but never gave my own; I am Bedelia du Maurier.”
She wished that ‘Bedelia du Maurier’ - or whatever her swanky name was - hadn’t come to the door, but it was too late for wishing. There were probably other ways of getting rid of beetles, but Kar- en’s always opted for the method of which she alone was capable: changing the chemical composition of the leaves that the beetles fervently devoured. But she couldn’t do that with someone else supervising. -- Not to mention that she’s never been one for socializing. “You could just google it, you know. They’re a fairly widespread nuisance on the eastern sea- board.”
sickassjigsaw:
His lips pursed. He wasn’t going to get anywhere with her if she insisted on denying everything. In truth, he was bluffing a little. He didn’t have nearly enough evidence to bring any charges against her. She’d been careful to cover her tracks. All he had against her were the words of several convicted men and a couple of not-so-incriminating photos. Not enough to bring her to court, but she didn’t know that.
“Look, whether you fess up or not doesn’t matter to me. Like I said, I’m not here to bring charges or anything. I can see you’ve built yourself a respectable life now and I don’t want to drag you back where you came from.” Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his wallet.
“What I do want– need, actually– is your help. Regarding the past I made up, that is. You think you could do that for me?”
Her icy gaze tracked his movements as he reached into his pocket, brows furrowing when all he removed was a wallet. She had feared that he had been reaching for some sort of weapon, but now she wasn’t sure what to do with that information. Maybe he had something in that. Some sort of proof that she couldn’t refute. But why wait until now - 20 years down the road - to pull that card. Surely if they had something on her, they would have used it years ago. Unless this was a power play, though she had no idea what they would be playing for. “ -- If you made it up, then you can’t expect me to have your answers. Unlike those of you in law enforcement, I don’t claim to read minds.”
# stop it with your Disney princess hair.
bcdelia:
“What are you doing here? Is there something in particular you want? Or maybe who are you is a better question.”
“ -- I was driving by and thought I’d point out that you have a small-scale invasion force of Japanese beetles attacking your landscaping.” She had only meant to make sure that no one was home before fixing it herself, but that plan had been foiled when this woman had opened the door and she found herself forcing and feigning her way through pleasantries. “Karen Hasen.”
bcdelia:
[ofdeadlynightshade]
“I am going to chalk this up to my having had too much wine in too short a space of time.”
“If I were an illusion, I probably wouldn’t be wasting my time HERE.”
