#prcfiteering

[meritoriousenforcer]

I'd probably give myself away on anon, anyway, so screw it. Bekowsky has always been my favourite partner in the game, if not my favourite character, so I'm always happy to see blogs and content of him around. I'm sure you know how much I love all your blogs, even the ones I don't know the fandoms of, and this one is no different. I think you're definitely on point with a lot of your portrayal of this guy and I'm really glad we both dragged each other into making blogs for these characters. <3

Anonymously tell me what you think of my character portrayal.

   Thank you so, so much, buddy. You have always had my back and I’m so grateful for that. Doing this together with you sometime last year was definitely one of the best choices I have made. To meet with such an amazing person that loves LA Noire just as much as I do... I really am grateful for you, bud. It’s an honor to have you as an RP partner and to have you as one of my bestest friends. And I’m glad you think I’m doing alright with him, I-I will keep trying my best with him... <3

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[meritoriousenforcer]

❛ I don’t even know what that statement means. ❜

` ° * ✧ ° RANDOM SENTENCE STARTERS PT 2.

Accepting!

   EXPRESSED EVEN MORE HALFHEARTEDLY (For no effort could be put into anything else other than that wardrobe of his, he supposed) than a little candy heart sawn by a hammer. He had barely begun to spare the other a glance, as loud as that remark was– with a deadpan obnoxiousness that could give even a 30 year old phone operator a run for her money. 

   Ending it all before it even all began. 

   It hadn’t necessarily been GIBBERISH, to say the least. Even when he had given it a quick read over of his own (Half his attention already taken with a mental eye roll). Lips almost having second thoughts on giving the quirk it had initially planned, before it came in full force, with a seemingly friendly raise of his hands into the air.

   “And that’s why we have partners, right? I’m sure Phelps will fill you in if you ask him nicely enough about it.”

@prcfiteering ♥

[hawkshvw-blog]

❛ What am I supposed to do? ❜

question sentence starters / @prcfiteering / accepting

He looked at Roy with a straight stare, trying to hide how he was fuming right under the surface. Or perhaps he wasn’t hiding it well. Roy, who cared so much for appearances, had a reciprocal effect on Phelps, who decided that keeping up facades was just another way of playing into the tiring game. A game that everyone - both the cops and the crooks - played.

“I don’t know, Roy.” he said sharply. It was clear he wasn’t satisfied with the conclusion of their most recent case, how he felt like there could have done more to help these people. “I thought we were supposed to be fighting crime. Clearly, I’m the one that doesn’t know what I’m doing.” He felt incompetent. Powerless to make things right. It was such an ugly feeling that gnawed at his stomach like the rest of his haunts.

[thefinalgator]

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   NUMEROUS FAILED ESCAPE ATTEMPTS and yet, here he still he was. A part of him nearly wondered whether he was already DEAD by this point, and that this was nothing more than his own little PURGATORY, with this insane family hunting him down for all eternity... After all that they’ve put him through? Here he was, still breathing, remarkably well, considering the circumstances. Stumbling his way through another part of this ridiculously big house-- fuck, this was ridiculous! How many GODDAMN HOURS had it been since he had made his first escape and commenced his search for an ESCAPE??? Again, Clancy wondered if he really had died, with there never being a way out for him.

   But, as he made his way down one hallway...

   HE COULDN’T BELIEVE IT... it wasn’t that psycho with the shovel, his wife, or-- any of those BLACK MOLDED MUCKS that have been crawling all over the place. It was almost SURREAL, really. Finding someone else around here. Someone SANE, someone normal. Someone else who was stuck in this hellhole like he was.

   “... h-hey... you alright, man???” He had knelt himself down beside him then. Keeping his voice down as he quickly spared a glance over his shoulder, before returning his attention to him, “... how long have you been here?” Surely not as long as he had? “How did you get away from them?”

[alys-swanson-blog]

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Occasionally, people asked why she’d spend 10 minutes in the restroom, sometimes 20. Most of the time it was the same old excuse - ‘Stomach problems, sorry…’ - before getting back to work. It wasn’t wholly false, as stomach aches were not uncommon for her, but she spent most of the time in the bathroom curled up on the seat and asleep, catching a very light nap her restless night didn’t allow her to have, then splashing her face with water before she had to head out again. Once and a while, it wasn’t even because she was tired. Sometimes she just wanted a break.

Walking down the hall to the women’s restroom, she stuck to the walls, not wanting to bump into anyone who might pass by. She kept her head straight up, trying to appear awake but trying not to make eye-contact with whoever walked by. But something caught her eye this time, try as she might not to stare.

Oh my god, he has pink sleeves.

She looked down and smiled to herself, a little embarrassed as to how something so insignificant could make her grin.

Just keep walking. If he sees you grinning then he’s going to think you’re crazy, or worse, making fun of him.

Salmon sleeves has alliteration, remember that.    

Walking by him, she caught a whiff of the unpleasant cigarette odour, causing her to turn her head just the slightest towards him before snapping back down.

Keep your head down and your mouth shut, and maybe you won’t be a disgrace.

… Those were cute sleeves, though.

Rounding the corner, she decided to just splash her face with water. She felt awake enough.

[meritoriousenforcer]

”Yeah, that’s a stretch.”

Sentence Meme [ Leverage: Season 1 Edition ]

Always accepting!

   “That’s cemetery talk, right there.”

   Not that this should have been any skin off his back teeth, or anyone else’s for that matter, now would it? Not that he would openly admit to OWING just a little INDEBTEDNESS to the other for driving him back with a MANGLED LEG, that one very time.

   Quickly came the DISMISSIVE wave of his hand, a glance off to the side where several BULLET RIDDEN BODIES now laid. Oh yeah, a few wear and tears on his very suit was the very least of his problems, as they waited around for the CORONER to arrive. At least he hadn’t lost his own hat during that shootout.

   “… Heh, I can’t say that I would have been able to return the favour. If that last shot had wounded up hitting you any lower than that.”

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[meritoriousenforcer]

@prcfiteering replied to your post:   Shoutout to @prcfiteering cause I still don’t...

IT’S TOO LATE IN THE DAY TO BE BLUSHING LIKE THIS JFC tho seriously, I should be asking the same thing about you tbh