white noise.

independent marvel ocs. written by marissa.

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[officerglick]

jblaire:

   “—And what a lucky bastard I was.” One last gulp and he finishes his drink. He expects his last taste of alcohol to be heavenly, but he’s met instead with a sharp bitterness - like poison on his tongue.

  Setting his glass down, Jeremy directs his full attention towards Glick, staring her straight in the eye. Even if he ran, they’d find him. Murkoff never left behind loose ends. He’s a dead man walking.

   “Make it quick.” His hand mimics a gun, pressing his fingers between his eyes. “Boom. One shot.”

     “You prefer that just as much as I do.” Instead of taking out her gun, though, Glick walks over to the chair he sits in. She pulls out a pair of cuffs. It's not something she keeps on her at all times-- just something she was given for this occassion.

    “Get up. Let’s not make this any more excruciating than it has to be..”

[richardtrager-deactivated201911]

|| @officerglick

         “ You wouldn’t believe how many interior decorators I had to strangle to get this place looking perfect. Don’t get me wrong, Rick’s a huge team player, but sometimes you gotta wrestle and fight tooth and nail to get what you want. Even the most simplest of things. How’s the wine? That’s expensive stuff you’re drinking. “

[officerglick]

     “Very red. Exactly what I was hoping for.” She stopped herself short of speaking in the third person. Pauline’s place was nothing like his-- she didn’t have time to strangle interior decorators. That really wasn’t her kind of kink. (The interior decorators were not, at least.) “You have a lot of time on your hands, for a Murkoff exec.”

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jblaire:

               Shit.

   Glass in hand, Jeremy gives a low, breathy laugh. Mitigation. He can’t say he’s surprised they sent her. “—The feeling’s mutual, Glick.”

       The former executive takes a hardy sip of his drink.

              “So. Are you going give me a head start?”

     “You’ve already had quite the head start, haven’t you? Given you actually survived.”

          He should have just died there. At least his pride would have gone out the door at the same time as his life. Instead, his demotion came before she arrived.

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richardtrager:

I hope you don’t have a fear of heights because after one drink you’ll fall for me!

     your hair will fall get caught in a shredder before that happens

[officerglick]

@jblaire

     “Blaire, I didn’t think I’d be seeing you again so soon.”

[officerglick]

HEY PAULINE HAVE A DRINK B).

     binch when will u learn

[dailyrobinwright]

Is there a spider I can trap?

[ryleryle-deactivated20190312]

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     a very small, very tentative promo: a test blog for pauline glick, murkoff insurance mitigation officer, written by marissa. sideblog to deprivalstate.