#murderswrote

[dngerzone]

❝   i don’t know what you’re  digging  for,  miss,  but i’m not your guy.  ❞   

 @murderswrote​    ›     sc. 

[gvnpcwdr]

dark basement occupied by a woman scorned , condemned to this space riddled with macabre and graven images , evidence collected regarding one man : hannibal the cannibal . headphones perch upon her head , a tape playing lecter's familiar metallic rasping voice talking to her serves to drown out the negative cycle of thoughts towards her role in the evelda drumgo raid , in john brigham's untimely death . frown permeates features as she noticed @murderswrote skulking around the room , and swiftly she unplugged the headphones , recorded voice booming now . sudden , eerie silence as starling turns it off . " . . . how did you get in here ? "

[thefixeraa]

                ...        CRIME  THEMED  SENTENCE  STARTERS :                                      “  consider  this  a  professional  courtesy .  ”   @murderswrote​​

the  fixer  has  spent  years  cultivating  and  manufacturing  a  new  identity .       five  in  total ,       one  retired —       (  on  account  of  a  blown  cover  back  in  2018   ...   )       she  often  reflects  how  nice  it  is  to  play  a  character .       she  thinks  it’s  like  slipping  on  something  new ,       in  this  case ,       it’s  something  a  little  more  formal .       CLASSY  EVEN .       out  of  the  corner  of  her  eye  she  can  notice  the  blonde  hair  that  replaces  her  natural  dark  brown  hair .       the  hair  was  combed  out  to  show  off  the  loose  waves  of  the  hair .       it’s  a  wig  of  course ,       but  no  one  would  say  otherwise .       her  brows ,       now  bleached  and  blonde ,       pinch  at  the  center  of  her  forehead .       a  slight  scowl  upon  a  feminine  countenance  ,       and  it  almost  looks  out  of  place .       “  a  professional  courtesy ,  ”       she  repeats  and  a  touch  of  a  southern  accent  can  be  heard .       [  it’s  the  kind  of  accent  that  seems  as  though  she’s  been  trying  to  lessen  the  thickness  of  it .       the  articulating  of  her  words  being  deliberate ,       THOUGH  FLOWS  WITH  RELATIVE  EASE .       it’s  become  something  she’s  gotten  used  to  doing .  ]

mia ,       NOW  JACQUELINE —       glances  down  at  a  few  papers .       emails  from  a  particular  senator .       incriminating  evidence  of  her   ...       extracurricular  activities  which  are  on  the  shadier  side  of  things .       now  she’s  been  working  this  case  for  about  two  weeks  now .       she knows  this  senator  is  only  a  cog  in  a  wheel  of  some  bigger  machine .       the  truth  is  she  feels  like  this  is  the  only  the  beginning  of  things .       even  she  treads  on  a  path  that’s  uneven  and  dangerous .       now  what  she  wonders ,       WHAT  DOES  SHE  KNOW ?       (  how  much  does  she  know ?  )       should  mia  be  worried  ?       briefly  examining  the  emails ,       words  that  stick  out :       contracts ,       off - shore  account ,       AND  PACKAGES .       eyes  flicker  back  to  the  red  head  as  she  pushes  the  few  emails  back  towards  the  center  of  the  table .       

“  this  is  very  damning  evidence  ms.  freeman .       must’ve  been  quite  the  trouble  to  get  these  without  getting  into  some  serious  trouble .  ”       DOES  SHE  UNDERSTAND  THE  DANGER  THAT  SHE’S  STEPPING  INTO .       hell   ...       does  she  know  the  danger  she  faces  right  now ,       in  this  moment  ?       “   i  have  to  ask ,       and  pardon  me  if  i  seem  a  little  suspicious .       what  exactly  do  you  want  ?       what  do  you  hope  to  achieve  from  comin’  to  me  ?  ”

[crimeloyalty-arch]

“ you’re staring.  you gonna ask me out,  or . . . ? ”  harley’d recognize the redhead anywhere ; still,  she knows when to play her cards close to her chest.  she might not look it,  but she’s damn good at poker.  she leans towards @murderswrote​,  flashing a red-lipped smile.  they’re both in this bar for the same reason,  she’s sure,  both trying to find anybody who saw the murder that happened on the street outside last night.  she’ll get this story,  but that doesn’t mean she can’t have a little fun first. “ at least buy me a drink.  i’m harleen. ”

[queensupe]

“    i  dug  up  all  my  little  secrets, @murderswrote​.    what  a  shame,  living  in  such  regret.    ”   // sc. 

[gentsleuth-arch]

@murderswrote​    ›   “is that seriously your password?”

disgruntlement becomes the detective whose personal space is  invaded  by a prying redhead breathing down his neck.   benoit’s eyebrow rises in protest as his head slowly turns to face his offender.    ❝  what’s  wrong  with it?  ❞  it wasn’t his  principal  password,  of course.  no account that mattered was tied to it,  this was the  weaker  of the branches.   one used to access meaningless websites with no consequences.    ❝   benoitblancistheworldsgreatestdetective  is perfectly safe.  haven’t had anyone crack it  once.   it’s all about the  length.   ❞    of course,  he was no tech specialist.  far from it,  even. 

[wellfell]

  ་ ∗ ׁ ⸼ ་  📼    ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉʳ /   accepting    .   .   .   CHEMTRAILS OVER THE COUNTRY CLUB BY LANA DEL REY   @murderswrote

 ❛ i'm not unhinged , or unhappy . i'm just wild . ❜

[feminagerie]

@murderswrote​ sent a meme: “ i had nothing to do with that. ” ( for alana or bedelia )

     “ -- you really expect me to believe that? who else would do it? ”