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[yoursxcruelly]

Peeking on the timeline again. Anyone want a starter?

[lavishbylaw-archived]

Coming into the police department was just something that was typically required of her own career. Sometimes it had to do with visiting clients, other times she was there to gather evidence. But, today held a much more personal reason as to why she was there. Lately, she had been getting several calls from.. someone she didn’t want to calls from. It brought memories of a bad time, and it threatened her own mental health, to be quite honest.

She needed to report this, and if something were to have happened to her, it would be because of her stubbornness to “let it all pass”. However, from how Genevieve was still receiving those unsolicited phone calls, it didn’t seem as if it was going to end anytime soon.

Of course, she had asked for someone who was more familiar to her personal case. So, here she sat in at Officer Miller’s desk, one of her hands lightly rubbing against her wrist-- A behavior she had when she was a bit nervous or anxious about an issue. 

“He’s been calling me. Leaving.. these weird voicemails. And, I.. I really just don’t feel safe.” She confessed to Chris with a worried appearance in her eyes. To admit that there was a problem-- Not to mention, a problem such as this one-- took a bit of a toll. Genevieve always wanted to have an appearance of a confident person. Well, she didn’t look very confident right now.

“You helped me a lot when this first happened between.. Louis and I, and I was distraught and out of my mind, but you were understanding. I just.. thought that you could file this, uh.. -- this report for me. I’m thinking of filing a restraining order on him and I want my evidence to be good enough for the judge.”

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[saveahorse-blog1]

@bubblegumpinkmecha

    Jesse sat cross-legged with his beloved gun set out in front of him upon a short work bench padded with a ratty old, oil-stained towel. His hand was hooked upon one of the posts of the chair back and that tattered poncho draped unceremoniously over the back of the chair as well.     Working with diligent care despite there being people to take care of things like this, McCree's sharp eyes studied and weighed the weapon itself before it was carefully disassembled one piece at a time. When he lifted his head to the sound of approaching footfalls, a grease-coated hand brushed his dusky tendrils back out of his eyes, and a slow smile crept its way across his face.    "Well, look who it is." The mechanism Jesse was rubbing down with a corner of that towel, was set down with care as he straightened up and considered the young woman. "Fancy seeing you in these parts--" Even if it was a common area, Jesse was hurting for some sort of contact and unfortunately Hana Song was his first victim in nearly three hours. "--Care to join me in the ever exciting passtime of weapon tune-up?"

[iwasthebaby-blog]

"Shermy, what have you even been doing with your life?"

“Oh! Well, I’ve been living in D.C. for the past fifteen years, actually. I... never settled down or anything like that, but that’s probably a good thing, haha!” Shermy nudged at his brother’s arm with his elbow. “What about you? You know, I haven’t heard much of anything from you in a while, either.” Shermy’s smile fell just a little. 

[taxkai]

Your breath is on the stinky side

{‘looks at the anon in confusion} But I’ve brushed my teeth. My breath smells like strawberries!