❝Monsters are real and sometimes they win❞

( Status: Currently Under Con. )

[indiiesmemes]

send me a ✍ to see a glimpse of a muse i might want to play.

[iracundusbellator]

spencrd

“Hey...you okay?” Derek asked the other, his eyes scanning the younger man’s face. Something just seemed off with the other, and Reid was always on his a-game. Today just seemed, different, and Derek didn’t like that.

[spencrd]

      The youngest member’s fingers tapped against       the manila folder. There was something about       this case—something he simply couldn’t put his       finger on. His mind searched for the answer,       eyebrows furrowing to further his concentration       on the papers before him. It took him a moment       to comprehend the words slipping from the       other’s lips.

      ❝Huh?           Y-Yeah,                 I’m okay.                     I’m fine.❞

      The words were curt,       wanting to return his       attention to the papers.

[spencrd]

( agent hardy. )

           Admittedly, this case had caught his attention.            The genius followed Joe Carroll’s case—along            with the man who infamously caught him. The            pure fact that Edgar Allan Poe’s poetry was            wiped upon the walls of the murder sites had            been enough to perk his curiosity. So, when            the agent heard that they would all be working            with Hardy, he couldn’t help but be excited.

      ❝Agent Hardy—Pleasure! I followed, as well as analyzed,       every detail in your case with Professor Carroll. I also       read your book, & Carroll’s. Your wording was intriguing.       I can see Professor Carroll has had a heavy impact on your       life. Interestingly enough, it’s usually the most brutal cases       that have---❞

           & he's ranting...

[spencrd]

x

      ❝---None? Perhaps, it would be wise to take a short nap, at the very least.       An average adult needs between seven and nine hours of sleep—which       you did NOT acquire in the last twenty-four hours. Though a nap would be       helpful, what you truly need is pure REM sleep, which resides in the third       stage of brain wave-related analysis—❞

                 At times he forgets that no one            wants to really hear his rants. He’s            just concerned for his well-being.

[emilyyprentis-archived]

            “Exactly. I’d actually be more surprised if you weren’t. Kinda                 comes with the territory and all. 

                       —-BUT, we need to recap. Noticed any suspicious                        people around?”

[spencrd]

      ❝Oh! I’m sorry to disappoint you.       I mean, it is true that I observe       others as my job. But you? I’ve       never truly analyzed someone       from the team---

           If you glance at six o’clock,            there’s a man watching us.            He’s with a woman, most            likely an accomplice. They’re            beginning to move, possibly            to acknowledge us.❞

[whcwashe]

She considers it for a moment, working her jaw with a quiet sort of focus. Right. It made sense, she supposed. While she held a certain amount of anger towards her parents, having been lied to by the one, and all but abandoned by the other – it was easier to forgive. Despite the hardships they’d placed on her. Despite  the fact that they’d never given her a choice. Despite the fact that they’d tried to lead her life instead of guide it.

        And while there was a bitterness that lingered, it was a relief to         tell herself they’d done it because they’d loved her. But – maybe         that wasn’t the point. He was only talking psychology. “Did your         parents piss you off or something? Or do you just spend a lot of         time analyzing behavior?”

Not the question she’d meant to ask, really. But it seemed best to shift the focus now. To anything that she couldn’t reflect back to herself. She didn’t have the energy for that. Not right now. Not while her life was still to messy to reflect upon. 

[spencrd]

      this wasn’t a personal opinion. it was a simple fact.       his parents never truly made him bitter. quite the       opposite, he had nothing but love for his mother.       while his father not been there for him, he never       truly blamed him. nor did he feel any animosity       toward the man. it was simple fact, that’s all.

           ❝no. my parents were never cruel to me. i have never had            any reason to be ‘pissed’ at them. my mother is kind. she            raised me, despite difficulties. primarily my job requires            watching others. it’s the only way to capture criminals.            however, i do enjoy the power of simple observation. ❞

      it seemed their conversation had taken a long turn.       he was working after all. nonetheless, he wanted to       further inspect the girl before him.

[emilyyprentis-archived]

         “ —learn to surprise people a bit, Reid. It’ll come              in handy someday, y’know.”

[spencrd]

      ❝Did I not surprise you with the very       fact that I was observing you? While       commonly, I would not necessarily       watch you for extended amounts of time.❞

[emptylifc]

                    “listen, kid, i didn’t even wanna know the                     beginning of it.”           it’s late. he doesn’t know who the fuck this           guy is. he couldn’t give a fuck less about           covalent bonds and magnets or whatever.                      “please stop talking. fuckin’ spare me.”

[spencrd]

      ❝---oh, i assumed you were making friendly conversation.       that appeared to be an appropriate topic, was i incorrect       in hypothesizing that?❞

           honestly he wasn’t sure what to speak of.            how had he even bumped into this man?

[spencrd]

( commencing war. )

                ❝What on Earth---?❞

      His miniature rocket. The genius had been working on it for days.       Sure, it wasn’t yet as large as he’d planned, but the prototype       certainly worked. Seeing it d e m o l i s h e d—-it left him with an       overwhelming sense of bitterness, though he knew his revenge       would be sweet. With any luck he would be able to recreate it       within the next few days. Nonetheless, his assumption of the       culprit had proven correct when he found the launching device       in Morgan’s hands...                 Let the prank war commence once more.

           ❝Oh-- oh this is how we're going to play, Morgan?                           Alright. At least inform me that it worked.❞

[gxrcias-blog]

"Pip pip da doodly do!" ( I'm sorry XD )

Drake & Josh;; Starter Sentences (x)

“Are you okay there, Spencer?”

[spencrd]

      ❝---What? Oh, yes! Certainly!       I found a break in the case and thought       I’d attempt a new—c a t c h p h r a s e?       Would you consider it confirmatory       or should it be declined?❞

[emptylifc]

[ spencrd ]

          “oh my god, you’re still talking.”

[spencrd]

      ❝---& while the logical answer is to see if the magnet       will shift the chemical appropriately, it is important to       note whether or not you are using a substance which       requires a covalent or ionic bond—-

                  well, yes, I assumed you wanted            to know the remainder of the formula.❞

[spencrd]

STARTER CALL!

[whcwashe]

        “Right – ….” Trailing off a moment, she bit her lip and         looked at him with a quiet sort of sigh. “You spend a          lot of time looking into how people’s relationships with         their parents work?” 

She didn’t doubt him. It sounded legitimate enough, and whether he was talking in a general sense or in a specific one – for a moment, she can’t help but feel guilty for not having called her mother in over a month. “–I dunno, parenting has to be hard – it’s not always easy to know what the right thing to do is…”

[spencrd]

      Arms crossed carefully over his chest, taking in her motions.       For a short time he was capable of remaining silent, interested       in the words she spoke. While her original question had become       void & null, her words seemed to contradict the original thought       process. Her subconscious mind had taken over---if only for a       split second.

           ❝The only way to truly know a person’s personality            is to observe how they were raised. The popular            controversy of whether children are born inherently            cruel, or if they were taught such behavior stems            from watching how others interact with their parents.❞            There’s a short pause, digits moving across the            blocky mandible.

      ❝ The fact that you believe parenting is difficult,       though I wouldn’t doubt it, is used to whitewash       the sins of your parents.❞

[emilyyprentis-archived]

        “ —-I have this irrational urge to tell you to stop looking             at me so closely but those numbers sound encouraging.             If anything, we’ll tell them you dyed your hair.”

[spencrd]

      ❝Unlike most men---including Morgan—       my rationale for looking at you is purely       scientific. Would it not be more believable       if you were the one who dyed their hair?❞

[emilyyprentis-archived]

spencrd.

         “ So. What are the chances someone’s actually               gonna believe you’re my younger brother?”

[spencrd]

      ❝Aesthetically, our facial features are far from similar.       The structure of our mandibles is different. Your eyes are       further apart. My hair is lighter. Your facial configuration is       longer, while mine is shaped squarely---

           The percentage of someone actually believing            we’re related is about 59.49%, if the person is            scientifically capable of telling the differences.            With our unsub---99.98%❞

[spencrd]

Okay, so I'm pretty sure this is my first OOC post, and I normally do not like posting anything but roleplays and things related. So, hopefully I'll be able to get through to a few people here. Now, I've attempted to get away from the drama, which ended up in me remaking my account. There was too much going on. And with this, I hoped that there would be less to worry about. Admittedly, I, myself, have never encountered hate of any kind (anon or otherwise). And while I'm grateful, I would much rather have hate upon myself than have anyone be cruel to any of my friends. To the point that they are emotionally affected, want to delete their blog? It's ridiculous. It's absolutely and utterly disgusting for people to harass others to the point of harming them in any way. Seriously, why is the hate needed? Because of this cruelty—this bullying a dear friend of mine, who I recently came into contact with again wants to get rid of their account. Please, for the love of roleplaying, leave people along.

I genuinely hope that my friend, and I do hope she knows who she is since I don’t want to put her on the spot, knows how important she is. Knows how much we all care about her. Knows that the anons and all the hate are not worth her time. Her attention. On the contrary, she is a SAINT for putting up with their bullshit for so long. I wish I knew who these people were so that I could speak to them. So I could give them a piece of my mind.

Please. Stop. Sending. Hate.

[constantquibbling-deactivated20]

       the expression as she awaits the response        is unreadable, yet there’s something in the        perpetually calm tilt of her head that speaks        of knowledge beyond her years. it was her        father’s rigorous research that had caused        her to come so near her ‘MAKER’ to begin        with. it was that same fascination that had        lead to her mother’s throat being crushed        between a massive jaw. had it not been        for their mutual acquaintance REMUS LUPIN,        g r e y b a c k would have wiped the        lovegoods from the earth that day.

   “ it’s a curse. it’s supposed to hurt.“ 

                 perhaps it’d been a DAY, perhaps it’d been a YEAR,                 since she’d played a ruse of normalcy enough to wear                 s h o e s – yet, just then, her feet are very much bare.                 slight of frame && delicate of countenance, few notice                 that the heavy mud upon her pale soles is often mixed                 with blood as well. they do not expect it, thus they do                 not SEE it. the mundane blinded themselves with ‘insight’.

                 “ – who turned you? “ 

         an ungraceful question, certainly, but it’s essential that          she knows. if he was greyback’s handiwork, it wouldn’t          matter. fenrir only stuck around longer than the initial bite          if he meant to KILL. other wolves were kinder, having          some fantasy of famial ties to the creatures they created.          she’d like to help, but she’s not about to get in the middle of          a maniac pack feud. save for being cordial with lupin, she’s          the only non-savage wolf that far to the west. that wasn’t          to imply their kind was NUMEROUS. if one set out looking          for a fight, they got it, && they perished for their effort.

[spencrd]

           a curse? well, at least he learned that much.            still, it wasn’t as if he had brought this upon            himself. the creature---whatever it had been,            though he was quickly realizing that fairytales            and common stories were not just that, had            bitten him. it was not as if he had stepped into            unchartered territory which the b e a s t had            claimed. though little did he know, he had done            just that. his assumption had always been that            it had endeavored & failed to kill him. oh, how            erroneous his hypothesis had been.

      a response was to slither from his lips,       only to be weighed down by the grunt &       whimper that followed. perhaps he was       intruding once more. had the young girl       been sent to do away with him? he could       only nudge the contemplations from his       mind, body twisting forward in a more       agonizing way than he would have wished       for. death would be far better in comparison.

           if the words were meant to strike a chord, he hadn’t noticed.            endless y e a r s of harassment caused the boy to become            impervious to any effort of emotional harm.

                ❝i-i’m not entirely sure.                 i was doing research                 around these parts and                 someone—something,                 attacked me--❞

      he was amazed at himself for even being able to utter those few words.       while talkative in different circumstances, the expert could feel the bones       in his jaw begin to shift. he could not remember a simple detail.       a new feeling for the young man with an eidetic memory.