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@inseparableduo || Plotted

It was just another disturbance call on a late night shift - something practically every cop was sick to the back teeth of dealing with by now; weekends especially. Just another report of teens hanging out where they shouldn't be.

I'll get this.

No one had argued her offer, despite the protectiveness some of the officers had shown ever since she'd come back to the force.

Sure. Call me if you need anything.

She only nods in response; before departing.

Once a the scene, something immediately begins to strike her as odd. There not the drunken laughter or the arguing she'd expect from someone reporting trespassing teens. That, in of itself, she could have dismissed - figuring the teens had simply moved on by the time she got there. Yet, it's not as though this alley was empty. She can hear scuffling, ragged breathing. It sounds like someone's trying to scamper away, but it's pitch black - no trace of the light of a cell phone or cigarette.

One hand reaches to take the flashlight from her tool belt, the other rests on the side of her handgun. It's a perfect place for an ambush.

"Police here. Anyone out there?" She calls out - not to harsh as to try and scare, but firm enough to assert her authority.

Her flashlight scans the area briefly as she continues to announce herself, giving whoever it was enough time to come out on their own terms. The light catches the reflection of a tin sheet, and she hears a gasp. She thinks she can catch a glimpse of someone beneath it - if not...two?

The flashlight is swiftly directed back to underneath the makeshift shelter. Children. A pair of them - siblings, maybe? ( Judging by the similarities in their appearance, anyways. ) Her right hand is taken off her handgun as she crouches down to get a better look.

The metal rattles. She's not sure if it's the wind, or one of them trembling against it.

"Hey- you two alright? You can come out of there - you're not in any trouble"

Even if they turned out to just be drunken kids again - she'd just send them home.

But a sinking feeling in her chest was telling her this wasn't the case.

[foxxsin]

@orderisoutofstyle

He had been living with Klarion for a little over a month by this time. Ban had gotten up early that morning despite the hangover begging him to stay in bed. “I need to stop drinking at work.” He grumbled to himself as he poured two cups of coffee. “Don’t forget they have grooming appointments today babe.” he called to the younger as he leaned back against the counter and sipped his coffee.

[grellshitei]

@exradico​ hit the ♥

     “I can feel that you’re hurting, I feel it in your eyes. A familiar sting I always recognize.” She was trying to blatantly with him, but sometimes there was still a struggle to do it; even so, he was a man now and he deserved to be treated as one. “You don’t speak of it, but I can hear what you say.”  

[tsume-awase]

halfofxerxes

"It would be an honor and a pleasure." Sounds like something someone with a kink would say.

Oh god, it really does and boy does he hate it! 

He narrows his eyes in response, a silent rejection of whatever horrors lay dormant within that implication.

“Yeah, well, if you mean it do it somewhere else, I’ve got enough work to do without having to deal with your whole...”

He gives the man a once-over, brows furrowed. 

“...situation.” 

Because quite frankly, if someone that dramatic was going to off themselves for the sake of a manicure, they’d probably make it something of a mess.

[volatiletm-blog]

cont. // @cultkiid

     ❝You are full of more surprises than one would think.❞ There’s a small twitch of amusement on the corner of his mouth, one that was subtle and easily missed.  ❝Are you going to explain or are you going to make me play a guessing game?❞

[denvackraste]

@nastyhxbit

Sydney: Pete, are you still awake?

[txocoboi-blog]

Halogen lights (Starter for xbookishxbrute21)

@xbookishxbrute21

That was a hell of a line. Huh.

The blond gaped at the people waiting to get into the club, dumbfounded. When Wyv had aproached him for the job, Prompto had expected to spend his friday night holed up in some unknown place, surrounded by a handfull of drunk teenagers and drumpiercing noise. He didn’t even like clubbing that much, the oportunity of experimenting with contrast and halogen lights in the dark had been his only motivation for the job. And the pay, of course, Wyv always paid well. And half of it might still be true, but there was no way this place was some shitty no-name bar. He stepped into the back of the line, reading his messages again and again. Yep, it was the right adress. And the right name emblassoned above the entrance, well-lit and everything. What was the man thinking, sending a student like him to such a big place? 

Oh, well, he had a job to do and fuck, he was gonna give his best! 

The blonde started to shot at the building, the big letters glowing on it, the people chatting and laughing around him. It was easy enough to ignore the nerves from behind the lense, and he followed mindlessly the movement of the line while looking at his camera, debating which lens would be better, browsing for the pictures to make sure the camera settings were all right, all while worring at his lower lip. And mindlessly was the right word, it seemed, because Prompto was so lost on his own mind that he almost barrelled facefirst into someone. 

- Shit! Sorry, man. - He jumped back and looked up from his screen. At a torso. Framed by arms thicker than his whole head. Holly fuck! Prompto gaped at the muscles covered in ink and followed the pattern up into a scarred face. A gorgeous one, he had time to think before his paranoid and overimaginative brain shooed the rest of his thoughts away. ‘Please’, It suplied instead. ‘don’t let him be some kind of gangster or I am fucked’

[xfortissimix]

@rengokuink liked for a starter

Of course, it bothered him- a bunch of random blankets (and some clothes mixed in with it?) all bundled up on the furniture in a ball. Can’t people pick up after themselves?

He reached out to pick it up.