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georgiehastings:

“You can play where you did before? Or do they just get tired of the practice itself? Because, hey, if you ever need space, I’m sure one of these coffee shops or something would like a nice little talent night or something. Sounds cute, right?” Georgie took a sip of the cold coffee and shrugged, “it was a good place to get some reading done. And I like people watching so,” she nodded at the window vantage point she had, “figured I could have some coffee and do all three. I won’t give away your seat if you want to grab a coffee, by the way.”

“I think they’ve moved past annoyance and are now overtly angry.” She laughed, picturing the looks on her upstairs neighbors’ faces as they threatened to call the landlady for the fifteenth time. “That is super cute! I’d only attend as a fan though, I think they need to save that for the real talent.” She gazed at the window Georgie had gestured to, and though she hadn’t noticed it in her rush in, she was able to see now why the brunette favored the view. It was a lovely little street, and it wasn’t at all short in interesting passerby to watch. “I see your point, it really is a nice little cafe, isn’t it?” Ruby agreed, realizing what a pity it was that she had only been there a handful of times. “I’ll wait until that line dies down just a little, I can’t stand standing in lines, especially when I’ve got such nice company.” She grinned. “So, what’ve you been up to lately?”

#georgie

adelynnrenaud:

“Gatineau,” Adelynn responded, quite excited to meet a fellow Quebecker. Her eyes returned to the scene, scanning the crowd for the examiner. “If you wanted a word with him,” she nodded towards the man, “I can help you but you’re going to have to tell me what for.” This town was small so everyone who worked at the police station knew exactly who she was. She was the one that was often nagging or helping the police get their warrants and law straight.

“We probably passed each other in some store back home and didn’t even know it.” She grinned, already feeling familiar with the stranger due to the shared language and area. She wasn’t reminded often of how much she missed home, but in talking to the stranger, she recognized the familiar ache. “I work for the funeral home. Embalming, mostly. I just wanted to see the body before it comes to me.” She explained, though she leaned closer to the stranger and dropped her voice to a whisper. “I have a hunch the coroner does some covering up before the body is passed on to me, but it’s just a hunch. So I’m only here out of curiosity.” Returning her volume to a normal level, she asked the woman, “What about you?”

#adelynn

barsilaj:

“i would hope it’s convincing,” considering it was the real thing. the jabs at his attire was unavoidable and did little to settle his nerves. but he did appreciate the dark humor to it all. he cracked a smile (tiny and genuine) before it faded away like his hopes for a peaceful evening. “this town is far too small for houses to be broken into– we’re doing well enough with nightly attacks and the occasional murder to not add breaking and entering, to the list.” he made light, but ashbourne never ceased to keep him on his toes, that much was certain.

“Well, then maybe start bringing candy to interrogations? Maybe the sugar would soften them up a bit.” She suggested sarcastically, but she was running out of things to do with her joke. She abandoned it entirely. “I know it sucks for you to work tonight, but it is kind of interesting, for me at least, to see you all work before it reaches me.” She said, though looking at his face, she wasn’t sure if she’d ever been asked to leave a crime scene by this particular cop before. “At the morgue.” She added a second later for good measure.

#barsilaj

veraelwyns:

Vera was clinging to the bar as if it were her lifeline. The crowd moved like a multi-headed beast that shared only one brain. Their thoughts were in lock-step as much as their feet. It was interesting to watch this brilliant mess of humanity. But only for a moment. It was fun to witness, but that didn’t take away from the fact that the place was quickly becoming very overcrowded. Even at the bar where there were fewer people and Vera had shoulder room, there are still hundreds of conversations told in loud voices, all of them competing with the rock music that dominates the atmosphere. Not even finishing off what was in her glass, Vera slips off of her bar stool.

The blonde stops abrubtly as she notices from the corner of her eye someone moving closer to her. A hand goes inside of her clutch to grab an object if she needed to defend herself, but as her eyes landed on a soft face, Vera stopped herself, though the tension in her shoulders didn’t retreat. Her initial response is, “Sorry, I only dance to ‘Jingle Bells’,” though because of the dry tone she used and assuming the woman was already drunk, she quickly covers up her words figuring her humour would go over the strangers head. “I’m heading out.” Vera tells the other, chewing at the bottom corner of her lip.

“I could sing the entirety of Jingle Bells for you, if that sweetens the deal.” Ruby interjected with eyebrows raised. She didn’t feel tied to staying at the party, and while it was fun, she definitely wouldn’t say no to adventure elsewhere, so when the other woman stated that she was leaving, Ruby jumped on the opportunity. She hoped that the blonde wouldn’t mind her doing so.

“It is a little loud here, isn’t it?” She looked over her shoulder, gesturing to the crowded bar. “I don’t like to go places with strangers, no matter how pretty they are, so, I’m Ruby.” She explained, extending her hand to the stranger once again. “So, now that we’re not strangers, where’re we heading?”

#((im laughing this is like the inverted version of our other thread))#vera

danielleabbott:

“I dunno…” Danielle murmured, finally tearing her gaze away to look at the girl beside her. Pretty girl, dark hair, eyes glassy from alcohol. She smiled, shrugging her shoulders before reaching out to lay her hand on the other woman’s upper arm lightly, “Got much upper body strength? I swear those ladies could hold themselves up there for hours…”

She laughed as the other woman placed her hand on Ruby’s arm, and shook her head, “I’m sure you can tell, I do not.” She grinned and looked back up at the dancers for a moment before adding, “They’re incredible, I want their work out schemes and their phone numbers. I don’t think I could do it nearly as long as they do, but maybe five seconds or so. You can do anything for five seconds.”

#danielle #halloween

georgiehastings:

Georgie looked up from the book she’d been paging through absentmindedly when the other woman sat across from her. Smiling at the other’s disposition which was rather infectious, the Original nodded, “That’s what they say anyway– Ruby, right?” She grinned, “oh well, likewise, and that singing was great– gonna put on another show sometime soon? Or just stopping by for some coffee in which case, welcome, mine is cold or I’d offer; no offense but you look like you need some.”

“You got it.” She grinned, happy that she hadn’t just ruined some stranger’s day. “I’ve got to space out my performances,” She said, hanging her head in fake woe. “I think my apartment complex is going to evict me if I make it a regular practice.” She looked over her shoulder to check on the line, which was small, but hadn’t seemed to have moved at all, so she stayed seated. “My primary function here is for an iced coffee, I glad my appearance gives that away.” She laughed, forgetting for a moment her need for directions. “So, what’re you here for if it’s not to drink coffee, since yours has gone cold?”

#georgie

@veraelwyns

Ruby danced in to the room, a familiar grin on her face and her fourth drink in her hand, the other toying with one of the braids she’d forced her normally unmanageable hair into for the night. The orange lights bathed her in a golden hue, something that had fascinated her several drinks ago, but her current haze prevented her from noticing it. She had been told before that she couldn’t handle her alcohol, and really, she couldn’t, but she figured she had a couple more drinks left in the night before she would find herself in the morning without any recollection of the night before.

For now, the night was still young, and Ruby was itching to dance with someone. She had seen a couple of familiar faces earlier in the night, but as of now, they seemed to be preoccupied or off somewhere else, so she scanned the crowd for someone who wasn’t already wrapped up in another’s arms. Her eyes landed on some beautiful thing, with blonde hair and blue eyes making her seem like something straight out of a movie. She approached the other woman and extended her hand, yelling above the noise, “Wanna dance?”

#vera #halloween

barsilaj-deactivated20171222

halloween was, without a doubt, the worst holiday to have to work on. he’d gone back to his uniform, letting the colors be a staple of authority that would shine through even the most mundane moments of the night, all in an effort to maintain some semblance of order. he’d been asked three time already if he was ‘dressed as a police man’, which only helped to add to his annoyance. “i don’t have candy,” he started, “and i’m not wearing a costume,” he muttered roughly, letting the words be a preface to whatever stupidity that might come to greet him.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!! &. open starter

rubyxclark-blog

“That’d be a super convincing costume, though.” Ruby said with a grin that she hoped wouldn’t annoy the man further than he already seemed to be. “Or maybe you should start carrying candy! You could tell people, ‘Sorry your house got robbed, but here’s a kit-kat!’ It might soften the blow.”

#barsilaj #halloween

danielleabbott

Danielle stood watching the dancers up on the poles of the strip club with a bit of awe. While she’d probably never have that confidence, she couldn’t entirely wrap her head around how they did it. Plus there were sexy ladies dancing in front of her, who was she not to at least enjoy the view? “I don’t even know how they do that..” she stated aloud.

rubyxclark-blog

Subdued by what was probably too much liquor for the lightweight she was, Ruby had her head propped up by her arm, which was rested against the elevated dancers’ platform. She was lost gazing at the women, too drunk or too awestruck to care how they did it. She smiled at the girl next to her, who seemed to be in a similar situation. “I bet if I was drunk enough, I could do it.” She stated, though her sober self would argue that she’d only break a hip by trying.

#danielle

adelynnrenaud:

Adelynn was surprised to have someone respond, in French nevertheless, and she immediately turned her head see who it was. “No, I don’t. It’s just a shame this stuff happens all the time,” she stated, continuing their conversation in French. “I work on these cases after the police are done with them.” She had been rather surprised by the amount of people she’s met in Ashbourne who actually knew her mother tongue. French was a dying language in Canada and many people didn’t care to know it. “Are you from around here?” she asked, curious to know more about the girl.

“I do too.” She said with a small smile, like she was admitting a secret. “You’re here trying to get information before the examiner too, then?” She looked at the other woman, wondering what her job could be, knowing that the jobs that were involved in crime scenes were usually unpleasant. “Nah,” She answered, shaking her head. “I’m from Québec City, what about you?”

#adelynn #honestly tru my french is shit

@leon-hastings

Ruby pushed open the door to the diner with a motion that seemed to demand the attention of the room she walked into, but the sleepy customers at the booths and the barstools payed her no mind. It hadn’t been a long walk over, but the increasingly cooler air had left her breathless and wondering how she had let the season creep up on her. A familiar array of scents greeted her as she took a deep breath of the warm air, taking in also the scent of coffee, pastries, and frying oil that had perhaps been left alone too long.

“I hope you know that this doesn’t get you out of taking me cliff jumping.” She warned Leon, though the grin had yet to wane from her cheeks. She slid into a familiar booth and handed him a menu, flipping it over once it reached his hands. Her fingernail tapped at the laminated surface as she said, “Any pie you want, pick your poison.” After a moment she added, “Though I wouldn’t pick the coconut creme unless you actually want to be poisoned.”

#if u get a somewhat duplicate let me know #i thought i posted the first one but i think i deleted it lol #leon

@georgiehastings

Ruby looking up from the map some stranger had scrawled in blue ink on a coffee napkin. In three months, she thought she had Ashbourne figured out, it was an awfully small city after all, but some of the roads on the farther end of town eluded her still. She was looking for a farmhouse, and with google maps being uncooperative, she wasn’t going to find it driving around in circles.

So now she was back where she started, though it was a different coffee shop now. Frustrated, she opened the door with gusto, thinking that another latte and another friendly stranger could help. “Hey!” She practically yelled, recognizing a familiar face. She slid into the empty seat at the other woman’s table. “Georgie, right? I street harassed you the other week, I never forget the face of someone I’ve street harassed, especially someone so pretty.” She grinned, hoping that she looked less crazy than she felt.

#georgie

adelynnrenaud

@rubyxclark

Adelynn sighed, already imagining how the case before her would play out. As always, the body was burned beyond recognition and Detective Hastings would once again have to announce that there were no clues left behind as to the cause of the victim’s death. They both knew the real reason, however.

She stood behind the yellow tape, deciding it was best to stay out of the way as the officers did their jobs. It was far too early in the case for her to get involved but her sense of smell has been more powerful lately and she couldn’t miss the scent of burning flesh even if she tried. “Quel dommage…” Adelynn whispered, more to herself than anything.

rubyxclark-blog

If Ruby could have been leaning casually against the yellow tape, she would have been, but the tape rested against her back instead, and she hoped her folded arms and relaxed shoulders could convey the message that she belonged there. She definitely did not, but she was sick of getting convoluted information from the coroner and she was curious, so she couldn’t help herself from stopping at the crime scene on her way home.

She stood as far back as she could, as she hoped to stay in the scene as long as she could. From what she could tell, the person was badly burnt, but surprisingly, that hadn’t been an uncommon occurrence during her time in Ashbourne. Some woman said something quietly beside her, and though Ruby didn’t think the words were for her, but the familiar language prompted her to respond. “Ouais... Savez-vous qui c'est?”