#detectiveconnor

[twicecut]

@detectiveconnor drops this at your feet if you'd like it, bc i've been thinking about it lol

          It would really suck if I lost my balance right now, Diego thought, balancing many storeys up the side of an apartment complex. His boots, thick, steel-toed, felt suddenly bulky and hazardous on the two-inch ledge, and the rappelling rope he'd slung over the balcony above questionable. It'd hold, definitely, but... Diego peered at the street below with a groan. It would suck if it didn't.

          Not like he was scared or anything, though. He'd been doing this shit since he was a kid.

          Diego was only sweating a little bit by the time he swung a leg over the target balcony. He stopped at the sliding glass door, first listening, then peering inside. All was dark and quiet in the apartment and, if he was lucky-- Diego smiled as the door came open with a quiet pop. Unlocked. Of course it was. Most people didn't bother locking them this high up. Why should they? Most catburglars didn't have the equipment or the balls to make that kind of climb.

          Quiet as a mouse, Diego took his first tentative step inside. Fortunately for his guy Dez, he wasn't a catbuglar. Unfortunately, though, he was the vigilante who was going to bust his sorry drug dealing ass.

          This mission was personal, so when Diego caught movement in the dark, he didn't hesitate to pounce. He grappled for a moment with the shadow before finding himself cleanly dislodged and almost flipped. The result was a clumsy half-tumble into the living room as Diego fought against his target's unexpected effort to knock him off his feet. O-kay, so Dez had a little bit of streetfighting skill. Unexpected, but fine by him.

          Diego twisted and managed to disengage. He skittered back several paces to give himself some space and breathing room to reasses. Plan A of knocking the guy out: Failed. Time for Plan B. Which... uh. Well. Dez's shape was stepping to the left. Thinking about running? Diego wouldn't give him the chance.

          So. Plan B: Make it up along the way. That usually worked out for him.

          Diego sprang into action again, swinging a hard kick in Dez's path, intending to knock him back into the confines of the living room.

[normaltothemax]

@detectiveconnor liked this for a starter (accepting!)

Starfished on the grass, Lucy let out a heavy sigh, tilting his head back to stare upside down at the person who’d stopped just behind him. Oh, it was that android detective man. Detective Connor. Lucy remembered him. Maybe he would understand. “Being alive is exhausting,” he complained with a pout. A concerning thing to hear from a six year old, perhaps, but Lucy had never been a normal child.

[jericholeader]

― Mhairi McFarlane, You Had Me At Hello

for @detectiveconnor

[immortalled]

@detectiveconnor

A) I know you didn't ask but Nathan definitely would blow his smoke in Connor's face yes. He's so determined to get some kind of rise out of him and it mystifies, frustrates, and amuses him all at once that Connor is so even. Nathan seriously wonders if he has any limits to find at all lol

Anywayeee

B) I suppose it matters if he also knows it's significant to Connor. If he knew, no. If he just thought it was a coin, and any coin would do, then he'd take it just to annoy him. Shockingly I don't think he'd spend it or anything, it's only a quarter, and he'd only take it if Connor was there to be annoyed by it. Nathan just wants to be that bully kid on the playground that steals your cap and taunts you with it 'til he gets bored and throws it back. Irritating, but generally not malicious. Which is usually a good description for Nathan.

I'm curious how Conner might respond though, since that is his Special Object.

[he11inquent]

@detectiveconnor: “will you tell me how it happened?”

there are a thousand different ways this story could go. only a few shine light favourably on tate, far too many of them laced with the undertone that tate had done something wrong, that this was all on him. it’s true that the boy is far from innocent, his record well and truly tarnished. but none of his offences are anything that serious, always petty theft or disruptive behaviour, and deeper digging would note that the theft was only ever of food, the distruptive behaviour usually being where tate took the fall for his father. the blonde is plenty capable of getting into trouble on his own, but never trouble quite like this. violence is nothing new to him, but a murder charge is something entirely different. thats without even processing that this isn’t just a single charge, that they’re trying to pin him for serial murders, for the conspiracy, for planning it all out.

he’s entirely innocent and he’s pretty much sure everyone knows it, but he’d flown under the radar without legal consequence for too long, the ending of his arrangement with the police - if you could call it as much - that came from his relationship with benji leaving him stuck in the deep end without any way out. the cops aren’t trying to help him, they’re trying to bury him, avoid any consequences by throwing the poor little delinquent kid to the dogs. he likes to think that connor is different, the very act of taking time to try to listen feeling like a monumental step, but the boy had never had faith in law enforcement even before they’d taken advantage of him, he certainly isn’t full of faith now. “i don’t know.” quiet admission feels too vulnerable, though he’s not sure why. fear overwhelming that one wrong word could get him to an even lower rock bottom. “i don’t know, i didn’t do it. i don’t know why they think i did.” except they don’t think he did and he knows it, but saying that out loud opens a whole other can of worms that he’s not prepared to deal with. accusing the cops of poor judgement is bad enough, but claiming a conspiracy to get an innocent (at least this time) kid locked up for the rest of his life feels like the easiest way to find himself put away for life.

[tserendork]

𝐂 𝐋 𝐎 𝐒 𝐄 𝐃   𝐒 𝐓 𝐀 𝐑 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑     for     @detectiveconnor​   //   𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐑

"That's you?" With short hair? Connor looked at the photo for a while longer, because Vin had not scrolled away from it. His LED cycled, blue. Connor leant in to rest on Vin's shoulder (peering at his screen), closer to Detective Tserendorj for the sake of delivering the line, falsely thoughtful:  "You used to be attractive."

" You used to be funny, "   Vin shoots back instantly, though he looks rather amused, glancing at Connor on his shoulder out of the corner of his eye. He'd cut his hair for a charity thing a while back. Sometime in his twenties. He'd only had short hair for as long as it took to grow back.   " Keep it up, I'll tell everyone how we used to be friends. "

[flxtchcr]

@detectiveconnor​ sent ✐ for a random sentence starter! Roll outcome: 112

“Do I sound like a hillbilly saying that?”

[merrilark]

picturing merry sleeping doing the classic snoring sound but instead of hawk shoo it's yee haw

this is how all americans sleep actually