#brightprofiler

[whitfuljournalist]

THIS FAMILY . . . .     I SWEAR! 

malcolm || @brightprofiler || written by monroe!  dani || @detpowell || written by val! jessica || @thrownstiletto || written by zanza!  martin || @clinikill || written by glowstick!  ainsley || @whitfuljournalist || written by james! 

[ashesrise]

-- it was hard , keeping this kind of thing from her brother , but he would never understand . she had been too young when their father was put into jail , too young to know of the atrocities he committed , but blood was blood and ainsley was her father's daughter . she had been seeing their father for months now , taking notes and getting advise on how to keep from being caught . she was smart , smarter than most gave her credit for and sometimes she played that to her advantage . but still , she felt badly for keeping this side of herself from him . even when they promised no more secrets .

" have you talked to mom lately ? she doesn't seem to have the time to answer my calls . or see me at all , i don't know if i've done something wrong -- again . " she knew why , at least she thought she did , but who knew when it came to their mother .

@brightprofiler​ gets a starter from ainsley ! 

[fbiartist]

@brightprofiler​ liked for a starter.

“My head is killing me.” She was gonna blame it on that weird cupcake that she ate while she was on that case today. It might be because that was literally all she had eaten today. But she hadn’t exactly been paying much mind to it. Especially since she was looking at a 3D model of a skull on her tablet, just wishing she just had it in her hands. Her work was a lot easier when it was physically there. She glanced up at Malcolm with a quick smile, “You working on a murder too or do you wanna help me with mine?” 

[detpowell]

@brightprofiler​​.    //    ⟨    M.  Bright.    ⟩    //     ♡  liked for a starter.

             OVER THE COURSE OF A FEW WEEKS, DANI HAD EACH TIME RELUCTANTLY GONE HOME AFTER A HARD DAY’S WORK. Usually, it wasn’t strange to find her at the precinct at  ungodly hours,  and her mind would be too occupied on a case to notice the time        or  too hopeful  to find something she’d missed an hour, or even five minutes, ago.  But some colleagues had started to notice that this was  not  one of those instances, especially when they had left her at the precinct and found her in the exact same spot, wearing the same clothes, first thing in the morning  (  sometimes asleep, other times appearing to be busy with paperwork  ) .   

             Truth to the matter was that Dani felt like she wanted to be anywhere  but  at her apartment, knowing what        or rather  who         would be awaiting her.  She was certain she had changed the locks since the last time this happened, but at some point over the past weeks, Dani had started to  doubt herself  and it all spiralled from there to the point of  (  seemingly  )  no return.  The sole thing she was certain of, was that he wouldn’t  dare  step into the precinct, at least that was a line he knew not to cross.  Despite being known as the tough one from the Bronx, a title she always wore with pride and hoped to do justice, she had painfully acknowledged that she was taking the  easy way  out, by hiding away rather than seeking out the inevitable confrontation.  Still, she felt like it was the  strongest  thing she could do at the moment, and had promised herself to confront him when the killer of the current case had been caught         when the families of the victims were offered a form of closure, relief and peace.  

             Detective Powell was not a stranger to police work, and knew the team’s current case needed her  sharp,  not barely hanging on as someone she despised tried to violently throw himself back into her life.  However, Dani hadn’t seen a reflection of herself in days, and  remained unaware  of how exhausted she appeared ;  her current tactics were giving her a similar result she feared would happen if she gave in and saw him        along with her mental health plummeting.  

             She was sat across from the whiteboard, photographs, written out interviews and other pieces of data attached to this case surrounding her.  Dani had allowed her heavy head to lean on the table for what she believed to be a few seconds, before hearing a  joyful  voice fill the room.  In her attempt to function like a normal and healthy human being, she  jerked  her head up to pay attention to the voice.  Instead, she was greeted by a painful headache, causing her brows to knit together, trying to figure out how to get rid of it without having to take a painkiller.  Hearing her own voice, she thought it sounded off, but hoped it was just a figment of her imagination.  

                              “      Hmmm ,   what did you say ?      ”

[detectivepowell]

@brightprofiler​

“Do you know how hard it is to find places that make lemon jello?  I had to do this myself...so I’m sorry if it’s not as good as your luxury lemon jello.”

She offered him a small smile as she sat the bowl down on his counter, arms crossing almost nervously over her chest before speaking once again.

“So mandatory vacation huh?  Any plans?  Two weeks is a nice chunk of time to get at least some color to you...upgrade from Casper to Snow White...”

[horrormaestro-aa]

good  morning  to  @brightprofiler  &  @thrownstiletto  &  them  alone.  i  hope  they  have  a  good  day  while  i’m  drowning  in  my  feelings !  it’s  fine !  it’s  all  fine !

[clinikill]

“i always thought it odd that ‘SOLITARY CONFINEMENT’ has such a negative connotation associated with it. personally i find the idea of being left ALONE with one’s thoughts for an extended period of time with little to no interruptions or unnecessary social interaction quite ATTRACTIVE. i will say, though : the restroom accommodations? DEFINITELY need work.”

@brightprofiler​ wanted a thing!

[crowleyisms]

@brightprofiler so I saw your post-