#carisiisms

[gatekeepcr]

❛   what ? i didn't  SHOOT  her.   ❜    @carisiisms  /  sc.

[butscrewmefirst]

❛ is everything alright, darling? you’ve been — off lately. ❜   she’ll pause, emerald gaze meeting his own.   ❛ or is something wrong? ❜ | @carisiisms

[diirewulf]

           ❝ what do you mean you’re ‘ too busy ’ ❞ // @carisiisms

[carryburdens-a-blog]

           ❝  seems  like  everytime  i  see  you,   it’s  under  bad  circumstances.   maybe  i  oughta  make  a  run  for  the  door  whenever  voight  says  he’s  calling  in  svu.  ❞          she  was  teasing,  of  course,   always  loving  and  appreciating  when  they  could  come  from  new  york  to  help  with  a  case  in  any  way  they  could  ;   lord  knows  she  owed  them  all  an  unpayable  debt  after  the  teddy  and  yates  situations,   she  always  enjoyed  seeing  them  walk  through  the  doors  of  the  district.

@carisiisms     /     sc.

[deathrowpreacher]

@carisiisms

“You Sonny, are wearin’ a certain look. You see it ‘round here a lot. Men who’ve stood real close to the gates and found a slip in circumstance. Kinda feelin’ that gives toothaches that last a lifetime.”

[badgenumber0498-blog]

Happy Munday! I’m Victoria, but I go by Tori. Nursing Student. British. Don’t be a git, be a friend!

[gatekeepcr]

the severity of the situation weighs heavy upon her shoulders.  she can't go in on another assault charge.   not  now.   teeth grit and she crosses arms over her chest , she'd been as cooperative as possible , but the fact of the matter , wa that it was all taking far too long.  with blood swiped across the back of her hand , and the imprint of her wedding ring left in the other woman's cheek , there was no question about what she had done.  the police man approached her with the caution of someone who knew the biker queen's reputation , and already does it put her on edge. her groceries are getting hotting with each moment they're trapped in her car , and each of those passing minutes only serves to aggravate an already annoyed woman.     (     and it's not as though she' known for being hospitable with cops   )    

fear had coursed through her veins in an instant when the woman came around the corner , running directly into the motorcycle matriarch.  all she'd seen was the flash of blonde hair , so familiar , so terrifying , that her first had formed and been thrown across the distance between her and the stranger before she can offer any rationalization.   ❛     listen ,   officer   ——  ❜      she'd already forgotten his name.   shit.     ❛    i  really need to get home.  this was an accident.  i apologized to that chick , offered to pay the bills....  ❜

       ❛   i understand that ,  mrs. teller.   however , this isn't up to her.  we can still choose to press charges , and based on your record...  ❜

groan of exasperation is drawn from her throat and gemma shakes her head.  if she was arrested , they'd find an unregistered sidearm with a shaved serial number within the confines of her purse  as well as  multiple rolled joints.  both of which would be far more serious than an assault charge.    she's not a woman who begs , but desperation is beginning to hang over her head.  

@carisiisms  -- plotted starter.