#fearoverfate

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@fearoverfate

“Well, this is a nice change of scenery.” JJ let out a giggle, a clear sign that she was inebriated since Jessa Jacobson did not giggle on a normal day. On a normal day, though JJ wouldn’t be sitting in a jail cell surrounded by the stereotypical intimidating women she always saw on TV shows that featured a prison. The southern belle was letting loose with one of her closest friends, that was what she was supposed to do when she came to the city, right? Maybe she had let her hair down a little too much, it was mainly her fault the two of them were seated on a bench, backs pressed against irons bars. “Please tell me you have someone we can call, my Dad can’t drive all the way from Virginia.”

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[Text] : Um?? Wow let me in :\ :\

Is the playful message he sends to Chey’s phone a few moments before knocking at her door.

[elliotwriteswithyou]

Change Of Plans (Closed Starter)

David waited anxiously for Chey to pick up the phone. He was having the worst day. What he needed right now was the company of his best friend. "Hey! Please don't tell me you have plans tonight. I've got two tickets to go see the new Batman movie and a chefs table at that Italian restaurant and my date decided to flake on me. Throw on that green dress you've got, I'll be at the apartment in ten minutes."

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@fearoverfate didn’t like for a starter but wow suck it anyway 

       “ holy moly me oh my, you’re lookin’ mighty fine. you goin’ on a date or somethin’? ”

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@fearoverfate​ derived from this. 

        they’re curled up in a bed. his bed. sheets are stained with the faint smell of whiskey from earlier when she’d spilled some on them, but it’s fine; she’s honey to the taste and it makes it bearable. his calloused fingers are reaching over to stroke her hair, keep it out of her face. she’s cut it short again, been adventurous again. i don’t think you understand how comfortable you are, she tells him, so he looks at her deep in the eyes and tries to see it. 

                             ‘ how do i love thee? let me count the ways. ‘ 

                  he leans over a little, leaves a kiss on the corner of her lips. 

                                   ‘ i love thee to the depth -- ‘ 

                leaves a kiss on her lips, this time. tender and sweet. 

                               ‘ and breadth -- ‘   nose. 

                      ‘ and height my soul can reach-- ‘ eyes, when they flicker closed when he comes closer. 

                 ‘ when feeling out of sight, for the ends of being --’ forehead. 

                       ‘ and ideal -- ‘ cheeks. 

                                               ‘ grace. ‘ lips, again. 

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@fearoverfate​ derived from this. 

            “ who the hell are you to decide somethin’ like that? “

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"Hello, I'm detective Riley," she greets while walking into the interrogation room, file in hand. "I'll be asking some questions about the victim." Hearing as the door closes behind her; she walks from the entrance and sits down at the opposite side of the table, across from the victim's roommate. The case itself wasn't anything out of the ordinary. A local college student was found murdered so it was the job of the agency to bring the person responsible behind bars. Nothing too extensive. "Where were you at nine o'clock last night?" Although Chey was the victim's roommate - probably even close friend - she still needed to play around with the idea that she was also a potential suspect in the case. Anyone that was close to the victim or had a motive was taken into consideration until hard evidence could prove that they were innocent. Once they were proven innocent, the list of possible suspects would decrease until only one name would remain.

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"Is there a reason you’re staring at my ass?"