#chris~threads

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@pcrhe

::♞::‘G... God, she is so pretty, EVERYTHING about her is so beautiful. I can die right now, and it would be okay.’ Chris finds himself a child, chasing, chasing, this beautiful girl. They are smiling, and it’s-... ‘No, no. I’m sorry’ The girl now is telling Chris she hates him. It’s not beautiful anymore, it’s PAINFUL. 

“No! I’m sor- “ The agent wakes, breathing like he was drowning a moment ago. Of course, this would happen, though. He is in the Bronx, his hometown, the place where he met the only women he ever fell for, his first crush. His memories of her were ABSOLUTE, while he knew her memories must not have been that fond... Chris remembers being the stereotypical boy with a crush, which he was not kind to her... Not the peak of his past...

Chris ruffles his hair, and shake the memories out of his thoughts. Casually, the agent puts on swim trunks and a tee-shirt. After he downs, a energy drink, he brushes his teeth and adjusts his (  appearance  ) accordingly. Normally, he would make himself look neater, but since he is going to a pool, he did not think it mattered. Petting his dog farewell, he took off to the pool. 

LOCATION : POOL

Chris plants himself on one of the bungee chairs, take off his shirt, and out of force of habit, he scopes the area. Everything seems normal, it a casual day. There is children, adults and everyone else. Chris notice parents chatting away, not pay attention to thier children. His gaze shifts to the lifeguard, “well at least someone is,” he mutters to himself. Chris noticed he was not able to move his gaze from the lifeguard, there was something undoubtedly familiar about him...

Chris turns over to his side, away from the individual, because he wanted to let this go. ‘But why so familiar,’ he thought to himself. If it was a past criminal, it wouldn’t be fond familiar... Knowing he was never going to let it go. He makes his way over to the lifeguard. “Hey, sorry, but I think I know you...”

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@thecircusfreaks

If it weren’t for the fact Xavier was a shelter dog, Chris would not spend so much money on him.  Everytime he is in the area he goes to a gourmet treat maker, and buys compensation for Xavier’s past. As an agent, he finds that he makes more money than he needs, so why not spend it on the one he loves? His dog. Today he bought three bags and is now currently driving to a safe house, he’ll give Xavier treats when he gets back to his place. Chris didn’t take Xavier to this safe house, since the case here wasn’t very long.

The blonde stops at a red light, behind two other cars, and out of the corner of his perspective, he noticed a dog, a stray. It seems to be searching for mere scraps. He almost misses the green light, because he was staring at the dog. Chris’ next move ended up, him making a swift turn into the nearest parking meter. The blonde laid his head on the wheel for a moment, letting an intense GROAN. Chris exited the car with a bag of treats and paid the meter.

He walked down to alley where he last spotted the animal. Luckily the dog was still there. It was such a shame the dog was a stray, he was absolutely majestic; a good family dog, no doubt. Chris squatted, and held out one the jerky treats. The agent whistles for attention then speaks gently. “Hey, hey... Come here... it’s okay.”

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@aestuavis

Checking his pace every few minutes, assuring he wouldn’t get overwhelmed. Looking at his watch, just to make sure. This was the ingredients to make Chris’ relaxing run. It’s always hard for him to be away from work, but for his mental health, he can not be with crime 24/7. So, he decided to take run on a nature trail nearest to his safe house. 

Slowly, Chris became what he would call “somewhat relaxed,” but it would be a lie to say it lasted long. The agent came to a stop, and his eyes locked onto a small girl, barely out of her teens, at most. The was a man in front of her, making advances that were clearly unwelcome. Every bit of her body language suggested great fear. Chris could never understand people like this, it made him feel disgusted to be human. It made him so... mad. 

Chris rushed over to them and stood in between the two people, facing the bastard. “Hey, get the hell out of here. And before you get stupid,” Chris pulls out his badge, placing it directly in front of the man’s face. Chris was becoming extremely pissed just knowing people like him existed. “In case you are also blind, have a closer look.” And with that , Chris smashed the badge into the man’s face with enough force to break his nose.  

A few moments pass, the man leaves running, and Chris calms. The blonde kicks at the dirt, “...dammit! I’m a ‘fed’, I should have cuffed him.” A long sigh was released and he turned to the girl with a comforting smile and a soothing voice, “hey, hey, you are safe now, okay?”

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ruinxdship 

“Er... Him?” Chris spoke as he peered through the blinds to see long blonde- haired man. He turned back from the office window, and faced the chief. The blond man, didn’t fit the image of a total genius to Chris, though he did not look unintelligent, but.... a genius? 

 “Yep, he’s your man. Woden will help you.” The chief spoke, showing Chris door. Let alone did working with a genius put him off, but this man seemed elegant. Chris was raised in the Bronx for hell’s sake; it will be unlikely they’d get along.

 The reason he was in this situation, was because a string of murders that happens around here every five years. Normally, he’d be able to do this alone, but they agency didn’t want to take the chance, of losing this guy. So he was told to come to this station, to get some help from a “genius consultant.”

 Chris made his way out of the office, and stood still in front of the door, holding with his hands in his pockets. He was wearing some of his nicer casual clothes, but it was still not the type of clothes agents should wear. It was more than likely not going to make a good impression. 

 Weaving through some desks, he approached the elegant male. The man should already know the situation already, and maybe, about Chris. “I’m Agent Rouse. Were you already informed about my business with you?” Chris announced, as he flipped open his agent ID. A thought wandered into his mind as to whether or not the man knows of Chris’ ability?