#formfittingcrimes

[il--dottore]

Draculoid Dunn. This is Dr. Giovanni Rossi. I’m calling to schedule an appointment in my office at your earliest convenience. Shall we make it tomorrow at 8 o’clock? I will see you then.

[whiteblondewashout]

Control || Quinn & Josh

Waves of electricity flashed through Quinn’s blood as he waited for his new partner to arrive at the impound. It wasn’t the first time he’d done this, but every time felt like a new experience -- the adrenaline, the anticipation, it was almost palpable. With a soft hum, he leant forward against the white metal bars of the cell, his eyes flickering eagerly over the prisoner bound and gagged in the centre of the room. The way the man was trashing against the restraints, helpless despite being visibly stronger and older than Quinn, was exhilarating. Control was addictive.

As the door behind him creaked open, Quinn turned his head quickly to see a man (if he could even be called that, since he looked even younger than Quinn; barely older than a teenager) with messy, dark hair, taller than himself yet hunched over, so they were almost the same height. The spark that quivered behind Quinn’s eyes weren’t present in this boy’s, however. He just looked bored.

“Hey,” Quinn forced him voice to flatten, held back a grin, and looked back to the prisoner before it showed on his face. If he looked too excited he’d seem pathetic, he didn’t want that.

[call-me-vico]

....Josh?

I want.... I fucking hate you, you know that? But... I want your opinion on something.

[notquitealexandria-blog]

formfittingcrimes and exterminatorkorse started following you

... More City freqs...

Oh? Is there something we could do for either of you?

[curedofdisease]

//Tyler sighs out in exhaustion as he approaches the apartment. Overnight shifts had to be the worst ones, with the restlessness of the prisoners that refused to rest during the latest hours of the night causing a constant fuss and keeping him on edge the entire time. It just reminded him of what he has grown to hate about the job... He just wants to get to bed already and get enough sleep to get him through his next shift in the evening.//

//His eyes barely open, he starts up the stairs, and suddenly finds himself bouncing backwards after colliding into something soft.// Uh... sorry, I'm sorry... //He blinks incredulously at the voice he hears from the boy who flounders past him, a string of apologies still falling from his lips. A frown forms, slow with his reaction, and by the time he's reaching the door, there's a hard scowl set on his face.//

Josh? //He opens the door and lets it slam shut, feeling his anger resonating through the apartment with the sound.// Josh, are you home...?

[thefeelofashes-blog]

Josh? Is it almost time for your break? I'm bored. :c

[is-gray-a-color]

I'll Take You Back, Always

//Neon had been restless and sleepless for...he had lost count of days so now, laying in the driver's seat of the stolen Company car- battered and dusty but still white underneath it all,- he rested his head and closed his eyes. His gun lay idle but ready in his lap. He'd lost track of Tragic and of himself. Maybe he could sleep just long enough... After all, he hadn't seen any danger in what felt like a blazing eternity.//

[miss-eurydice]

Good job on your assignments, boys.