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" master of disguise " IND. SEL. PRIV. MODERN AC RP officer frederick abberline est. 2017/02/18

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Breathing in, Freddy booked one of the rooms for himself near closing hour, to make sure no one was exactly there to see him. A well toned and defined build but he still didn’t wish to show off his body in any sort of way, insecure as crazy as it is. Hands wrapped up he steadied the punching bag before throwing punches one after another, the hair once slicked back now fell along his eyes but he didn’t bother to move the strands the defied it’s placement.

The officer didn’t even hear the footsteps that entered the room, with his punches and now kicks he delivered to the punching bag made him sweat more than expected, slicking over his forehead but also his abdomen. Steadying it again he let out a harsh breath, heavy and unstable. But as he turned, unwrapping his hands he looked up briefly to see the man there, enough to make his heart skip a beat and body go ridged. He didn’t want to be seen like this out of all times but he couldn’t do much now as he tossed his shirt into the duffle bag to the side, blue eyes flickering between Rafaello and that bag.

“W-well what a surprise..” He chuckled nervously, a hand coming up to rub at his neck, avoiding to look at the other now.

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when your modern Freddy is poppin' because his fc is Dominic Sherwood 👌🏼

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APPEARANCE / BUILD ;  MODERN

For the many years as he’s worked for the Police from being an Police Constable and slowly working his way to Sergeant, the man’s body is nowhere near being unfit, underneath baggy clothing lies a toned and athletic build. Being rather insecure since he was younger for the fact he was never one to play sports or be super public on showing off his body, he still has the same rules. Abs litter his abdomen, a six pack that he’s been working for since he was Police Constable. The faint show of his v-line is there but he doesn’t see the appeal of it, how woman or even men find it so attractive, simply apart of their anatomy. Despite his good condition and even appearance being much different than the pudgy one before, he still wears his dress shirts a smidgen bigger so you don’t see the biceps popping through and having the shirt hugging it, pants not clinging to thighs.

Freddy’s facial appearance is no big difference compared to his body, he still has facial hair along his jaw to chin and a mustache, nicely kept back so it’s not a bush of hair that looks terrible, no mountain man look here.

NOTES ; 

FACECLAIM ; Dominic Sherwood HEIGHT ; 5′9″ ( 175.2 cm ) HAIR COLOUR ; Blonde - dirty blonde EYE COLOUR ; Blue

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Send me “Restrained” + a number for a starter in which one or both of our characters are:

Or send “Restrained?” for a randomly generated number.

1. Locked in the trunk of a car 2. Tied to a chair 3. Chained up to the wall 4. In a cage 5. Behind prison bars 6. In a room with a locked door and barred windows 7. Hand-cuffed to an object of their choice 8. Hand-cuffed to one other person (or each other) 9. Stuck in a hole underground 10. Trapped in an attic 11. Trapped in a tomb or mausoleum 12. Stuck in the back of a police car 13. Stuck in an elevator 14. Locked in a vault 15. Strapped to a table

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Walking alongside of the man, Freddie looked to him and chuckled faintly, shaking his head a little and looking down. “I suppose many people could see the interest in such things, although i do not. But it was interesting to see you fight.” He added with a little jab of elbow into the other. “Perhaps I will start coming around more often, it certainly would be interesting, and could pass some of the time from the days.”

Freddie knew that technically, he wasn’t suppose to know of a lot of things that went around London, but when you had eyes and ears everywhere, it was hard not to. Officers certainly had no filter when speaking to their Sergeant either. Looking out in front of him, he pulled the door open to walk out into the rather bright outside, enough to make Freddie groan with slight pain, eyes had become adjusted to the darkness within the fight club.

“I’ve come to see you for something, and I know you or Evie hasn’t helped along with one of these in a while but.. there's been a terrible case from last night, murder but it seems like somethin’ more darker is happening than just a simple kill.” Shaking his head, the man sighed, rubbing at his neck. “I know this isn’t the right time to be telling you this but perhaps you could help, even if it’s just a little.” With his words, Freddie could never understand how the twins could solve every single one of the cases offered to them, almost as if they had this other vision of sorts. “I’m sorry if it’s a weird time to ask but I really have no one else to go to at this moment.”

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He had actually just started to finish up with his daily training, going up against the last Rook standing in the ring. As he moved around his opponent, he noticed Frederick through the door, most likely searching for him. The sight was enough to distract him from an incoming punch to the cheek. 

Stumbling with a grunt, he focused back on the task at hand, giving a few quick socks before bringing them down to his level for an uppercut. Not even waiting for Topping, he hopped out of the ring and hurried to him.

“Freddie?? Wh- How did you even find this place? What are you doing here??” Jacob asked, wiping the sweat off his forehead. It wasn’t that he didn’t want him here at all, of course. But given that he was the Sergeant of the police, it probably wasn’t the best idea. 

Still, a smile tugged at his lips as he breathed in and out slowly. “I don’t imagine you’re here to enjoy the show.”

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Had he known that Jacob was here he'd try to be a little more discreet, these days fight clubs where the rise of discussion between the officers and especially pressed as an issue to Freddie, something the sergeant didn't want to touch as a subject. Looking down at his hands for the brief moment, he didn't suspect to see the man making his way over to him, skims of blood and sweat, the new forming bruise along his cheek.

Eyes skimmed over Jacob, feeling his cheeks become feverishly hot at the other, the sweat was like a shine to his already toned build, one that Freddie could barely keep his eyes off of, but blue eyes flickered up to meet Jacob's own. "Let's just say a little birdie gave hint of where a certain assassin was." The corners of his lips curled into a faint smile, hands stuffed away into that black coat of his, blue scarf wrapped securely around his neck.

"Perhaps I am, maybe i've taken a liking in men beating the livin' hell outta one another." Sarcasm glossed over his words before he looked past Jacob where Topping seemed concerned over why a copper was here. Looking back at Jacob he chuckled a little. "Maybe we should take this outside? I think your friend is a bit concerned over me being here.." Freddie said as he leaned it, a near whisper beside Jacob's ear.

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Well now there was no use hiding it. His smile spread across his lips into a wide grin. Though it was a sheepish one, his eyes still showed the partial smugness he felt.

“True, but flattery will. And they say imitiation is the sincerest form of flattery.” Then again, his imitation was a bit of a mockery, but that wasn’t the point.

 A hand reached out to pat the other on the shoulder. “Besides, it’s all in good fun, Freddie! I wouldn’t be offended if you did an impression of me.” At least, he hoped not.

Flattery in the form of imitation, if he ever heard a joke, this would be a good one. Freddy allowed the hand to pat at his shoulder as eyes looked briefly at it before the brit again, eyes narrowed as he crossed arms over his chest. “Oh?” Eyes held a glint of defiance as he shrugged off the touch, moving off to the side and huffing. Breathing in deeply, eyes closed as the man tried to settle himself to look back at the Assassin. “All good fun, sure.”

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“Don’t, ‘yes freddie?’ me.. You’re well aware of what you’ve done.” The man truthfully shouldn’t be getting mad with the Assassin but everything was boiling down for the officer. “No innocence will you you anywhere.”

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Brows knitted together as the sergeant tried to refrain himself from shouting at the Assassin, jaw clenched and nails digging into palms. “..Jacob..” The man let out warningly as eyes looked at him, agitation in them, flaming into a near anger soon. 

Continuation. ( @impetuous-brother​. )

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Heathers: the Musical — Dead Girl Walking  {Sentence Starters}  {{ nsfw }}

“I’m in your yard.”

“Tonight I’m yours.”

“So, the world’s unfair.”

“Slap me! Pull my hair!”

“I’m a dead girl walking!”

“No sleep tonight for you.”

“Kiss this dead girl walking!”

“Let’s go. You know the drill.”

“How’d you find my address?”

“I think you tore my mattress!”

“What’re you doing in my room?”

“Better chug that Mountain Dew!”

“Make this whole town disappear!”

“I’m snappin’ off your window lock.”

“I’m hot and pissed and on the pill.”

“You’re my last meal on death row.”

“Sorry, but I really had to wake you…”

“Touch me there and there and there!”

“I don’t have to stay and die like cattle.”

“She says Monday, 8 am, I will be deleted.”

“Bow down to the will of a dead girl walking!”

“Spend those thirty hours gettin’… FREAKY!”

“Thirty hours to live, how shall I spend them?”

“You say you’re numb inside, but I can’t agree.”

“See, I decided I must ride you till I break you.”

“Shut your mouth and lose them tighty-whities!”

“The demon queen of high school has decreed it.” 

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“I could make your life a living hell.”

It caught him by surprise, enough to raise some of the hairs on the back of the neck. Catching Freddy in his tracks, he looked over at the Templar with a slight glare, trying to ignore how much it effected him to hear such a thing, a chill. "And now why would you do that.." He muttered, they'd been on good terms these days but perhaps the officer did or said something that pissed the man off.Send my muse “I could make your life a living hell.” for their reaction / accepting. ( @inquietatemplar. )

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Send my muse “I could make your life a living hell.” for their reaction.

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bold fears, italicize which make them uncomfortable.

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the dark ⋆ fire ⋆ open water ⋆ deep water ⋆ being alone ⋆ crowded spaces ⋆ confined spaces ⋆ open spaces ⋆ change ⋆ failure ⋆ war ⋆ loss of control ⋆ powerlessness ⋆ prison ⋆ blood ⋆ drowning ⋆ suffocation ⋆ public speaking ⋆ natural animals ⋆ the supernatural ⋆ heights ⋆ death ⋆ dying ⋆ intimacy ⋆ rejection ⋆ abandonment ⋆ loss ⋆ the unknown ⋆ the future ⋆ not being good enough ⋆ scary stories ⋆ speaking to new people ⋆ poverty ⋆ loud noises ⋆ lack of noise ⋆ being touched ⋆ forgetting ⋆ insects ⋆ disease ⋆ falling

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With his hands still cupping those warming cheeks, he was half-certain that Freddy would push him away, the flash scenarios in his mind ranging from shock to anger. Yet the last thing he expected was the one he wished for most, to feel that kiss returned as was happening; now, Jacob was no stranger to kissing or even really kissing the same sex, but it felt somehow different with Freddy continuing, his own heart beating faster from the surprise.

Just about to draw away and call it a day on being embarrassed over potentially crossing wires in their friendship for something else, Jacob felt the other man kiss him a shade more intensely – so much so that his lips tingled lightly at the sudden contact. How long did that kiss last exactly? He wondered once Freddy drew away, he had never said his name like that. A sort of thrill to the name he heard hundreds and hundreds of times, making it sound almost new.

He gazed back at him, grinning now instead of smirking like before as he rubbed his thumbs ever-so-lightly over the Sergeant’s face, trying to read the expression there. It was imperative he could, from those parted lips to the eyes he thought he knew well before. “Yes, Freddy…?” His lips brushed against him as he spoke, teasing at what more he can offer him if only given the chance. There is mirth and curiosity present in his hazel eyes until they slide closed.

Not waiting for an answer, he pressed another light, lingering kiss to Freddy’s lips while one of his own hands, the one not held, drifted down to wrap around the other’s waist and rest there for a time.

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Freddy didn't have time to respond to Jacob, his eyes slid shut at the light lingering kiss. Fingers twitched to thread through his hair, it was funny but he had thought about more than once, but it struck out to him even more now. Feeling the hold against his waist, Freddy moved in a way to get from that desk that proved some distance between, hands moving to grab at the shirt Jacob wore and back him up a little.

Lip's curled a little as he leaned back against the edge of the desk, half-certain something would fall in the process but he couldn't care. The light kisses made his heart beat hard, his skin hot, just from feathery kisses. Pulling back a decent amount, Freddy could feel the heat of his own cheeks as he looked at Jacob, almost unsure on what to say. Sitting on the desk almost he hummed, a brow raising at the other now. "And here I thought i was going out for lunch with you.. but.. I don't think I can complain about the outcome of this.." He teased a little, that faint smile turning into a cheeky grin.

Those fingers still holding onto Jacob's shirt stayed there a bit longer, intentionally letting them trail down before coming to grip the edge of where he sat.