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‘“Hey, Nora—“
. . .
“Got your gem!”
(He split)’
I drew this scene from chapter 6 of my all time favorite time travel au fic: If I Were (Same But Different) by hueue on ao3. Not sure if they’re on tumblr... But y’all should seriously check it out if you haven’t read it, here’s the link!
@captaintightpantsss wants to put me in the trash
Cop Starter for..
@lectricy ________________________ The harsh luminescent lights in the holding cell were starting to give Outcrier a headache. His hands weren't shackled anymore, but his ankles were bound as he sat waiting, listening, and thinking over in his head how he was going to get himself out of this shit. He'd been caught for tax evasion then ratted out for orchestrating illegal drag racing, drug smuggling, along with some other...unmentionables. However, the reason he had been brought in wasn't for those reasons, though they can convict him of them, but as a witness to a murder. There were other men in the holding cell with him, but all steered clear of the Outcrier. His reputation preceded him and they didn't draw near, allowing him space on a bench by himself. Not that the Outcrier would have talked to them anyway. In his eyes, he sold to scum but was above it all. It was his job, that's it. Sounds of a creaking door echoed across the room and he looked to see someone in a crisp uniform walk over. He barked orders to him, "Hands behind your back, back against the bars, Outcrier." The Outcrier begrudgingly complied and was let out, following the officer down a long hallway. He had no idea how deep he was in this place so planning escape was futile. He'd never make it. The officer opened the door to a small room and shoved Outcrier inside. There was a table and two chairs along with a pitcher of water and a glass. One wall was made of one-sided glass paneling. An interrogation room.
hmmm
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i didnt want to have to clean the blood and bury the body for you
omg,,,but u would? :o ..im flattered
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