little lion man.

take all the courage you have left, wasted on fixing all the problems that you made in your own head. penned by meredith.

[regalwinds]

daisy mae langlois.

   ❝   you    know   you   you   can   look   away   for   a   few   seconds,   right??   ❞   she   knows   she’s   annoying   but   she   has   good   intentions.   people   could   work   themselves   mad,   she’s   seen   it   before.   ❝   but   i   understand   what   you   mean.   ❞   her   hands   find   their   way   to   her   pockets,   trying   to   find   something   to   do   so   she’s   less   likely   to   peek.   everything   on   his   desk   could   be   case   related   for   all   she   knew;   she   really   couldn’t   afford   a   lawsuit   right   now.   hell,   she   could   barely   afford   rent   right   now.   ❝   if   you   need   anything   at   all,   you   can   call   me.   i   mean,   i   can’t   help   much   in   the   whole   agent   business,   but   i   have   coffee   ready   pretty   much   twenty   four   seven.   i   can   get   you   sweet   deals   on   it   anytime   you   need   it.   ❞

“ I appreciate it, but they’ve got instant in the back. ” He doesn’t bother motioning towards the break room. He fucking hates instant coffee. He hates everything about what he’s doing. Murder, he’s dealt with. Kidnapping too. It, QUITE LITERALLY, comes with the job description. But there’s something in particular about John Keller that’s an itch he can’t scratch. The concept of supposed sinners & a lack of saints dredges up bad memories of Southern Baptist upbringing, stuffy sermons and dollar store grape juice in communion cups. The cruelty that comes with subjecting an entire town to fucked-up antics is scarier. The victim is the same, and so is the killer. But the method and the reason, they’re too fresh for someone close to a decade deep in law enforcement. He hates the hotel he’s living in too, with the noisy clatter of the heater ( he thought Arizona was supposed to be hot all the time? What the hell was that about? ) and how the water barely worked. And he hated people bothering him. He was friendly enough when not working — or at least, he supposed he was. When people were friendly to him first. And in any other instance, he would gladly ( if not a bit awkwardly ) carry on a conversation with Daisy Mae. But not here. “ I’m going to make one for myself, actually. If you’d like one ... for the road. And I can ask someone to take you in a cruiser — this late with all this going on, it’s gotta be worrying. ”

[regalwinds]

sawyer kinney.

      hands in the pockets of her jacket, sawyer’s attention is undivided and his entirely. the agent might be the most exciting thing in town right now, well … aside from the obvious. and she would be an idiot not to be, at least, a little bit interested. “ than literal criminals ? ” the brunette questions, head turning towards the older. “ don’t get me wrong, i – love animals. but they’re not exactly … ted bundy. ” she regrets name-dropping a serial killer, considering, and her eyes return to the road ahead. “ not that i’d wanna do what you do. no offense. ”

“ Someone’s gotta do it, keep society LAWFUL — it’s hard. And that’s why pets are better, ” He said, slowing to match strides with Sawyer. “ You see a thousand different shades of messed up people working in law enforcement. You get shocked the first few times, then you get angry ... then you realise that we’re all just people. Even those who do bad stuff. ” He knows it’s true, but he’s not sure if she’ll believe him. People rarely do: they prefer to think of the world as evil & good, things they’d do and things they wouldn’t. But he prefers to see things levelled — there is always bad, and there is always good. The latter is easier to bury, and the former is scarier when you can. “ But come on? Helping animals? There’s little that’s more inherent good than that. ” It’s a soft spot in a stony exterior, anything that has to do with those pint sized and floppy-eared. 

[regalwinds]

daisy mae langlois.

daisy   mae   rolls   her   eyes,   because   she   can’t   read   people   and   assumes   he’s   just   being   polite   by   declining.   (   he’s   not.   )   ❝   aw,   come   on.   ❞   she   wiggles   the   bag   a   little,   as   if   to   entice   him.   like   he’s   a   dog,   really.   ❝   you   can   take   it   and   save   it   for   tomorrow.   i   think   it   should   be   good   if   you   refrigerate   it.   ❞   she   continues   to   invade   his   space,   setting   both   the   champagne   and   bag   on   the   corner   of   his   desk.   despite   the   temptation,   she   wards   off   wandering   eyes.   she   could   get   in   trouble   for   trying   to   snoop   on   his   work   —   and   she   doesn’t   want   him   to   think   her   friendship   has   a   hidden   motive.   ❝   you   work   too   hard.   ❞   can’t   say   she’s   not   persistent.   ❝   you   deserve   to   relax.   at   least   a   little.   ❞   eyebrows   raise   to   match   her   thin   smile.

He realises now he’s not going to be able to get rid of her. Perhaps its the persistence in the face of the closest to ‘no, leave’ he’s gotten since the beginning of what she clearly considered to be companionship, perhaps it’s the fact that this is a repeat of previous nights over and over and — his eyes flick to the lunch bag. The ‘ linner ’ bag.  It really was late, he really was hungry. Instead, he turns his attention back to the papers in front of him. How Jericho hadn’t gone entirely paperless in official documents in the year 2019 baffled him, but — he supposed he was in an entirely different world now than he was used to. “ Events like this, require hard work. ” He say simply, almost primly. He doesn’t want to vent his frustrations to her — she doesn’t have the clearance if he accidentally lets something slip ( not that they’d found anything else ) and he doesn’t want her to think this was some sort of magical confess all slumber party. 

[regalwinds]

sawyer kinney.

     he’s much taller, much being an understatement, and although quite athletic, sawyer has to make sure she doesn’t fall behind. being on the shorter side of the spectrum often made walking a task. especially near people like the stranger. although, supposes she can’t consider him a stranger anymore. “ whereabouts ? ” she repeats, a short laugh leaving her. “ well, detective … ” the girl continues, shooting him a glance. “ i happen to be a veterinary assistant at the animal shelter. soon to be a vet myself. ” soon was pushing it. “ just another couple of years … ” more like it. “ how long does it take to become a certified fbi agent, anyway ? ”

“ Took me about nine years, including a probationary period where I was an agent only technically, ” He doesn’t really like talking about it, even someone as serious as Elliot always seems to be can care for separation of work and casual conversation. Not that he’s very good at it — in this case, he was the one to bring it up. “ But I’ve been all ... ” He tosses a glance to the smaller figure, eyes connecting to make sure he isn’t talking to a brick wall. This is the point where most people tune out, but she seems to actually be listening. “ ... official for around eight years now. Though I’m sure animals are much more interesting. Takes a lot of smarts to be a vet. ” It’s wistful, almost, not because he doesn’t love his job ... but because he misses his dogs. 

[regalwinds]

oliver hyung.

     oliver wasn’t the cleanliest of people around. she’d lived in spaces no other person would have the guts to rent, and a fair share of nights had been spent sleeping in her car. whichever she’d owned at the time. needless to say, she wasn’t picky. nor was she prone to cleaning. therefor, cockroaches ? no biggie. elliot’s comment, though, causes for a raise of brows, and lips are brought together into a fine line. “ if that’s your deal breaker … ” she begins, suppressing a grin, a gaze avoidant. “ then ya might be better off at the motel. ”

He shakes his head shamingly, hands held up in defense — both on reflex. Oli is a sister to him, and that’s the last thing you ever want to hear from family. “ I’ll rest easier tonight thinking you might have wet the bed or killed someone, Oliver. ” Thank God for the broad scope of forensics and plausible deniability. Though judging by the smirk about to break through on her features, he knew exactly how she was trying to get under his skin. “ The offer is appreciated, though. NEVERTHELESS. ” A pause. “ Car aside — how have you been ... ” They both know what he wants to ask. “ Doing? ” Happy birthday texts and Facebook likes never tell the full story, do they?

[regalwinds]

oliver hyung.

     SAME AGE : but she’d always seen elliot moore as the older brother she never had. since day one. didn’t help that he acted the part, too. and though it was clear to the two of them that their unlikely friendship was based on mutual grief and loss, she liked to pretend they could’ve stuck together regardless. wishful thinking. “ but it’s a dump. ” she chimes in. “ yeah … wouldn’t wanna be ya. ” oliver would’ve much rather taken her worn leather couch in the dead of winter over the crummy motel. ANY DAY. “ you’re not scared of roaches, are ya ? ” 

He snots at the response, but the idea of what exactly lurked underneath the carpets and behind the shower curtains was a little TERRIFYING. Not necessarily that little creatures could come crawling out, but a general lack of cleanliness. He’d always been a bit of a stick in the mud, the type of guy who stays sober to help clean up after parties. At least, the two or three he’d been invited to ... in his LIFETIME. “ I’m not scared of anything, Oliver. You should know that by now. ” A pause. “ But if I find anything that glows under blacklight, I’m hoping that couch offer is still open. ”

[regalwinds]

sawyer kinney.

     the streets of jericho were as familiar to sawyer as the layout of her childhood home. she knew the shortcuts, and the detours which offered a few more minutes of silent contemplation. and she knew which route would lead them straight to the local precinct. not that she was all too well-versed with the ins and outs of the station. after all, she’d only been inside a handful of times. once to report a stolen bike. another to deliver flyers for a lost kitten. and a third … well, she wasn’t always so mannered. “ lucky you, ” she begins, tucking headphones away into her running jacket. “ my shift’s not until nine. ” and with that, a turn of her heel. “ right this way, detective. ” TYPICAL SAWYER ; acting the welcome committee for the strangers which pass town limits. “ so … got any ideas yet ? ” a glance is passed over, singular brow raised. the brunette had strayed away from the investigation aspect of the case and focused more on the emotional : the well-doing of the community, the grieving, and the support. but an fbi agent now walked beside her, how could she not ask. 

“ About the case? ” NOT YET. How could he, yet? There were no theories, no proof, no evidence. There was absolutely nothing he could do except watch it again and again and again, and pray that the case would go cold instead of repeating himself. He’d love to solve it, be painted as some sort of hero. The kind he’d always wanted to be. But as time ticked on, and chances of finding body or perpetrator diminished, there seemed to be less hope. No hope — but he wouldn’t say that to the smiling girl next to him. He couldn’t. He couldn’t say that to ANYONE, not really. “ Some. Can’t disclose them, exactly. ” What’s a white lie if he’ll never see her again? If in a month’s time, he’ll no longer be needed and sent back home? “ But I think everything’s gonna be fine. ” He wants to change the topic, and so, he clears his throat and moves backwards in the conversation. “ Shift? I take it you’re not an undercover officer? Whereabouts do you work? ”

[sbstianstan]

Brett Dalton in The Resurrection of Gavin Stone

[regalwinds]

oliver hyung.

     unlike the remainder of jericho, oliver hadn’t uprooted her entire life in hopes of avoiding a self-proclaimed serial killer. while the death of the teenager had been brutal, she had the unfortunate ability to say she’d seen WORSE. she’d been mixed up with several gangs, as well as the sinaloa at one point, after all. “ hope you catch ‘em. ” it’s an empty statement for she doesn’t particularly care. people died all over, all the time. but the world only ever seemed to care when it affected those of a CERTAIN TYPE; class, skin-tone, or sexuality. thus, little sympathy can be found for that one teenager. “ where you stayin’ … i would offer you a place, but – figure you’ll be here for a while, and the couch s’not exactly comfy. ”

“ The Sunrise Motel. ” He says, feigned ( and sarcastic ) excitement coating his tone. He ignores the statement on his work, and the town’s current situation. He knows viewpoints are different, and he knows the DIFFICULTIES that are faced when considering her lifestyle versus his. Different sides of the law — but they’re different sides of the same coin, he like to think, at least in how they function. Squared off, a bit — distant. At least he’s only here for a month. TOPS. “ It’s no luxury hotel, but ... ” He tails off, offering a tight, lopsided smile that verges more into territory of a smirk. That’s it. There’s not really any but. 

[regalwinds]

sawyer kinney.

     a soundless ‘ oh, ’ is formed on full lips, feeling like quite the airhead for overseeing their current location. but surprise does slip through, she would’ve pegged him for a guy with his own car. not that there’s much time to dwell on the fact, because he’s already making another comment which takes her aback. “ oh, because of that psycho ? ” sawyer questions, halfheartedly gesturing towards nowhere and no one. “ yeah, don’t … don’t worry ‘bout me. i’m very fast. ” not to brag, but a little bit. “ i’m more concerned ‘bout you, actually. ” forearms crossed, another step. “ how about i escort you to where you need to be, and you can buy me a coffee as a thank you ? tina’s makes some bomb frappes. ”

It’s there for a split second, a hint of a smile at her words. She was tiny, closer to half his size than anywhere ABOVE it, and even saying the words ‘ bomb frappes ’ was an indicator of youth — which Elliot usually associated with a lack of a jaded viewpoint, one he considers to be much needed. “ I would appreciate the guided tour — with protection, of course. ” He adds, and though his voice remains serious, the half smile is still creating an indent in his cheek. “ And I’ll certainly repay you in coffee. ”

[regalwinds]

oliver halonen.

     her demeanor changes with the reveal : a full figure rested against the car now supporting itself, arms crossing below her chest. “ they sent you here to look for the butchered white girl …  ” oliver summarizes, cheek sucked in. “ look, hate to be a killjoy, elliot, but … if they haven’t found out anything by now— the guy’s probably fucked off to kansas, anyway. ” it’s a bitter commentary. but cases like these never appeared to be solved. that combined with the lack of faith held in the police force … yeah, she was pessimistic. “ so ! how long are you staying for ? i mean, how long ‘till the feds are outta town, ‘cos … ” she clicks her tongue, attempting to bring humor back into the conversation.

“ Fed. ” He corrects, even if he takes offense to it. She might as well rest assured nothing much will change — he’s the only one around, and considers the younger to be FAMILY as much as family could be. Selective silence and feigning ignorance is not the same thing as lying, not in his book. “ And I’m here until they find out who killed that, ” A pause, and he clears his throat, making quotation motions with his hands. “ ‘Butchered white girl’ — or at the very least ensure the threats are baseless. Fucking off to Kansas is the reason I’m here, after all. Pesky state lines. ” He wishes he wasn’t here, truthfully. Not here as in now, seeing a familiar face after so long. That’s a plus side to a shitty situation. But in Jericho. How depressing does a town have to be where a MURDER is the only source of excitement? 

[regalwinds]

sawyer kinney.

     eyes narrow as he offers an explanation : one indicating unfamiliarity with jericho and its residents, surely the man behind john keller would’ve been more cautious to start. and although her suspicions aren’t immediately erased by his demeanor, and good looks, they dwindle drastically upon the flashing of a badge. she takes a step forward, only to be able to read the fine print shown. seemed legit. and wouldn’t a refusal to give a hand be obstruction of justice ? she’d watched about fifty seasons of svu. “ kinney. but you can call me sawyer. ” the choice to disclose her personal information to a complete stranger might’ve been a much poorer one years ago. but nowadays, it was all online, anyway. “ it’s about a mile up the road … you walking ? ”

“ I suppose I have to, considering all roads end here. ” Eyes flick to the bus stop sign, nodding curtly with his voice resigned to his fate of a mile long trek into the more populated part of town. Though instead of taking a step forward, a frown deepens the thoughtfulness in his eyes and creases his forehead together. “ I hate to sound antiquated, but ... with all that’s going on, I feel OBLIGATED to ask if you’d like me to escort you home. Running doesn’t seem like the best idea this early. ” It feels outdated, like he’s in some black and white movie that’s supposed to be romantic — but safety always trumps saying what sounds good. At least, in his mind. 

[regalwinds]

oliver halonen.

top 100 : drive it like you stole it – sing street.

     she stands by her dodge, arm propped onto the roof of the car, eyes rolling at the detective’s questions. of course she couldn’t have afforded it. oliver was many things, though thrifty was not one of them. the woman’s scarce savings were to be found beneath her mattress, for crying out loud. and it certainly didn’t help that she was found with a new vehicle each time the two HAPPENED to be catching up. “ the less you know, the better … detective. ” oliver speaks, performing a two fingered salute. “ -– - i’m guessing you’re not in town to LECTURE me. ” / @regalwinds

Despite their differences, Elliot enjoyed Oliver’s company. The two of them went way back — farther than he even liked to extend his memory, lest it become too painful. And thus, he felt a sense of protectiveness over Oli, even though it was clear she was more than capable of taking care of herself. And more than capable of providing for herself — no matter if he approved of the means. “ Unfortunately, no. I didn’t come across the country because I heard rumours of grand theft auto. ” He cleared his throat awkwardly. “ I’m here about the ... situation with those videos. I moved even further on up in the world you hate. ” There’s no bitterness in his voice, but he sounds almost disappointed that through all their connection, they still run parallel in entirely different universes. 

[regalwinds]

dasiy mae langlois.

   daisy   mae   considers   elliot   to   be   the   smartest   person   she   knows.   he   looks   smart,   talks   smart,   and   even   has   a   shiny   badge   to   prove   how   smart   he   is.   to   say   she’s   impressed   is   an   understatement   —   she’s   enthralled   with   him.   but   the   smartest   people   carry   the   biggest   baggage   (   that’s   a   quote   that   she   found   on   facebook   ).   it   rings   true,   living   in   a   shoddy   motel   to   investigate   a   gruesome   murder   is   heavy   baggage   indeed.   his   perceived   baggage   is   what   led   to   the   cat   and   mouse   game   between   the   two,   the   game   of   daisy   mae   attempting   to   earn   protection   via   showing   elliot   a   good   time   versus   elliot’s   professionalism.   it’s   a   fun   game   for   one   of   them.   she   arrives   to   the   police   station   a   little   after   seven   with   a   bottle   of   champagne   (   day   after   new   year’s   sale   )   that   she   didn’t   intend   on   drinking   and   a   bagged   lunch   with   elliot’s   name   on   it.   ❝   hey,   mr.   agent!!   ❞   she’s   too   cheerful   for   this   time   of   night   as   she   holds   up   the   goodies.   ❝   i   brought   you   lunch.   or   dinner,   depending   on   you   look   at   it.   i   like   to   say   dunch.   sounds   better   than   linner.   ❞

closed for: @regalwinds

He’s watched this video dozens of times now, and each time the killing seems more gruesome than the last. Without the shock factor, when the cries and the bleeding are so familiar they seem scripted, one has to pay attention to detail. It turns his stomach still, but now he’s more aware. The mannerisms of John Keller as he speaks, even with his face hidden from view. He’s not hunched over and jerky, as if he’s nervous or hiding. He seems proud. The pure terror displayed on Ariella’s face, and watching the life drain from her eyes, like an hourglass dropping sand to its bottom half all to quickly. As the screen turns black once more and the loop continues, it feels like he’s being tortured. Searching for something, anything, when he’s basically BLIND. A voice interrupts him however, one he’d classify as unfortunately familiar, and he slams the computer shut to look at her.  Daisy Mae had been bothering him, badgering him, since his entrance into Jericho. What he’d chalked up to as annoying & overly-invested townie greetings had turned into a fascination that frustrated him, now even more so. It was twenty-five minutes until he was off the clock. Though he’d planned on working overtime. AGAIN. “ Thank you, Daisy, but I already ate. ” He hadn’t. “ Both lunch and dinner. And, ” his eyes catch the bottle of champagne. “ It’s rather unprofessional to have alcohol on the job. ”

[regalwinds]

elliot moore.

     sawyer never pegged herself for intelligent. she knew how to study and how to apply the knowledge, though common sense was often quick to escape her. a psychopath on the loose, and still, somehow, sawyer finds an excuse to spend the hour before sunset out, in her lonesome. in some ways, though, maybe a quick death by serial killer was less awful of a fate than running in the desert heat. she’s at the end of her jog ; sweat prickling her forehead, and music blaring out of her earbuds. she’s less than a mile from home and then … she slows down, against her better judgment, choosing to approach a stranger rather than to make a RUN for it in the opposite direction. pause is hit on her phone and she reenters the world of jericho, arizona. “ hey … can i help you ? ” the girl attempts at politeness, though she still stays feet away, prepared to dart the other way.

The distance is instantly noticed, and he puts his hands up, realising a rather glaring mistake in the beginning of their conversation. “ My apologies. I didn’t take into account the ... sensitivity of Jericho’s ... situation. ” Voice is measured and words are chosen carefully, one hand still up as the other pulled his identification badge out of his pocket, flipping open the leather booklet to show her. ELLIOT MOORE. FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATIONS. All the official text, next to that and a picture of his face.  “ I was just wondering if you could point me in the direction of the police station, Miss ... ” He trails off. Perhaps he shouldn’t have addressed her in the first place, it was relatively obvious he wouldn’t know her name — introduction occurring approximately ten seconds before. At least now, she has a name to the face, tall & unfamiliar figure hopefully dropping in intimidation. 

[regalwinds]

veru stevens.

if you had asked veru three years ago that she’d have to leave montreal to take refuge in a shitty small town.  she would’ve fired a warning shot into the air and told you to fuck off.  But yet, here she is, completely trying to just stay afloat until her mum can get back to her.  So now, she’s forced to take a dumb dog on a walk that the family had recently adopted as more of a way to blend in.  ‘As if a fucking dog would help with that.’ Vee thought as she turned the corner, Vee heard the large bang of a dumpster being dropped, she froze up and dropped the leash as the dog went up to approach someone.  “shit.” she said to herself, “I’m so sorry, I’m just not used to loud noises, I guess I got a little spooked.” she lied easily– something she was groomed to do back in montreal.

He didn’t know what he’d expected from a small town motel, but a lack of cleanliness hadn’t been too far down on the list. He’d not wanted to cause a scene over it ( the last thing he wanted to do was put any more of a spotlight on himself — he’d already had people coming into the station just to ask him questions about Ariella ) and thus, he’d run down to the grocery store for cleaning products and trash bags. CURRENTLY, he was taking out his garbage in one of said bags, and only looked up from his task when there was a panting tongue and wagging tail at his feet. He’d been sat down, on the asphalt of the alleyway even in his suit, scratching behind the ears of the pup. When the voice of the owner interrupted him, he looked up. “ I don’t think you’ve got a very good guard dog, ” He tells her, giving the dog one last pat. Standing up and brushing tiny remnants of gravel off his pants, he picks up the leash and moves to hand it back to her. 

[regalwinds]

@eclipteds ↪ Sawyer Kinney & Elliot Moore

January 2nd, 2019. It’s the beginning of a new year, fresh as could be, and he was in the middle of bumfuck nowhere. Not exactly the peak of his life: the thrill of chasing crime and saving the world, one crook at a time. INSTEAD — one girl, one town, one county, one state, one side of the country. But when pretty white girls go missing over state lines, and end up six feet in the dirt ... that’s when it’s his job. He isn’t a ROOKIE at this point, it’s been closer to ten years since he achieved a lifelong dream ( his or his father’s, he was never sure ). This, in climate and situation, seemed more like HELL to him. Tie is already hung loosely around his neck, top button undone, and suitjacket slung lazily over his arm, where a briefcase sits. They’d sent his bags of personal belongings to the motel he’d be staying at, some crummy place advertised as a desert view. The whole damn town was a desert view. And now, with no idea of where to go, he has to make the executive decision to bother the girl about to enter his path. An idiotic idea on both their parts, with the situation as it was: young and pretty and alone at somewhere near seven in the morning, him a tall stranger stopping her in their path. But he just wants to get where he needs to go, and get the fuck out. “ Excuse me? ” He stands in front of her a few feet in front of where she soon would have been, gesturing to his ears to motion to take the headphones out.