#* craene .

[laughshe]

[INT. ARKHAM ASYLUM : 14PM ] : LES DUNES D’OSTENDE   STARTER FOR @craene​

                              harleen was fuming . the usual chit chat during lunch break had unravelled as usual : her colleagues babbled about their kids , about their sunday plans , about last night’s game or the game that was to follow after that ... but once the blonde had attempted to insert herself into the conversation , everyone seemed to cringe and pat her arm with a brand of sympathy she had not particularly appreciated . when harleen asked what was wrong she was informed of the latest changes in her schedule . everyone acted as if she was already supposed to  𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝚂𝙷𝙸𝚃 . it had been humiliating getting caught that off guard by her colleagues . and harley didn’t handle humiliation well . sure , she managed to keep her composure in the break room  (  the extent of her emotional turmoil there was carefully limited to the furrow of her brow  )  . but as soon as good old dr. kopski reached the bathrooms she was  𝚃𝚁𝙴𝙼𝙱𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁 . one of her fists punched the paper towel dispenser until it left a crack on the plastic contraption and a nasty cut on her knuckles . the burning of a fresh wound helped her rise from the depths of her mind and reach the surface .                harleen took a deep breath , washed her hands and made her way towards the office of who she KNEW to be the main culprit of her current predicament .

                                  her heels clicked loudly against the floor , making each step echo throughout arkham . and , although harleen kopski looked nothing short of a serious professional , her white coat was unable to hide the palpable frustration radiating off of her . when she reached crane’s office , she didn’t bother knocking . instead , harley swung the door open and walked in , making sure to slam it shut behind her so that jonathan could NOT ESCAPE HER .    “   did you tell the board to shorten my sessions with fleck ?    ”   harleen’s icy blue stare dug into her colleague like 𝙰 𝚂𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙿 𝙱𝙻𝙰𝙳𝙴 . her eyes squinted at him as if trying to read whatever was going through the man’s head .  they weren’t friends per say , but they were friendly . dr . kopski liked to think both of them , at the very least , respected each others’ work enough .

              “    what the hell am i supposed to do with twenty minutes ?    ”

[detectiev]

❝ Everything caves under the weight of greed. ❞ : @craene​ ──────     SONS OF ANARCHY / OPEN

                        ❝      hm .   ❞     rustin calmly turned the page on the very light file he had been handed . a picture of a bloated body waited there . naked , blueish in its’ color , eyes swollen and red . evidence of scratches and cuts covered the victim’s face . no doubt there had been foul play there . but the scratching had been self-inflicted . the guy had damaged his eyeballs on purpose before dying ; SOMETHING HE DIDN’T WANT TO WITNESS .   ───   many had dismissed that piece of evidence : the guy had been thrown into arkham asylum for a reason . the police force wasn’t ready to decode the reasoning behind the actions of someone labeled mentally ill . though the victim’s illness had been of a different breed than the one they thought . A NARCISSIST . nothing but illusions of grandeur . everyone had those . rust failed to see why the deceased was institutionalized while the rest of the world remained happily delusional .  cohle turned another page , eyes never once raising to meet jonathan crane’s . someone had written a bunch of notes doubting the veracity of this diagnosis . maybe the deceased wasn’t even SUPPOSED to be in arkham .

                           cohle kept avoiding the doctor’s gaze . he would have tried to convince himself that this was a power play , an attempt at making jonathan uncomfortable during this whole questioning so that he’d have to lean ON HIM TO FIND BALANCE . but rust was , above all things  , honest . and he knew better than to lie to himself . he didn’t look at jonathan crane because he DIDN’T LIKE WHAT HE SAW . his eyes were too caved-in , his cheeks too hollow , all of the valleys and mountains of his face casted VERY LARGE SHADOWS upon his features . made it hard for rust to actually see anything . his secrets were shielded in the darkness . and detective cohle felt as if HE WAS THE ONE EXPOSED . he held his cards closer to his chest . best not give him anything to work with if he ain’t gonna have the same courtesy .

                            ❝      that what happened to albert harris ?   ❞