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“I want to make beautiful things, even if nobody cares.”

— Saul Bass

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Just a scene. Could be better, but what can you do?

Detective Eric Hamilton sat in his car, watching the street. His night had been mostly quiet, no new cases for him to be working on, so he decided to patrol a little bit. The night shift this week was really getting to him and he needed something to keep him awake. His partner, thinking the same thing, had walked down the street to get them both some coffee. 

Movement from the bar across the street caught his attention. A red head stumbled out the front door of the facility. She was clearly very drunk and was having a difficult time walking down the street without falling. Her heeled boots sure weren’t helping and Eric chuckled to himself as she tripped once again on the sidewalk. A car pulled up beside the girl and a young man got out of the passenger side. Eric sighed and quickly slung his badge around his neck before getting out of his car. He was almost positive that these men did not know the young woman, and he was afraid of what would happen next. 

“No, thank you, I’m not interested.” he heard the woman slur. She tried to turn away, but the guy who had gotten out of the car grabbed her by the wrist, preventing her from leaving. He couldn’t hear what the man said, but as he started to jog to the other side of the road, he woman yank her wrist from his grasp and then he heard her fist crunching against his nose. 

“What the fuck?” the guy shouted as he held his bleeding nose. “You bitch!”

“Is everything okay over here?” Eric stepped in between the two. He looked to the woman first to make sure that she was okay.

“I politely told you I wasn’t interested, but you didn’t listen. Goodnight, asshole.” she bowed low and turned and walked away. Eric couldn’t help the laugh that escaped. 

“Get out of here.” Eric held up his badge to the guys. The man with the bloody nose mumbled a bunch of curse words and threats as he got back into his car and Eric watched the drive all the way down the road before running up to the girl. “Miss! Miss, stop please.” he ran out in front of her to stop her form walking. 

“Look, buddy, I don’t want to hit you.” she sighed. Her eyes were glazed over and her cheeks flushed. Eric smiled at her. 

“No need, ma’am. Just trying to make sure that you’re okay.” he said. She just shrugged her shoulders. 

“I’m fine. You might wanna check on Romeo back there, though.” she jabbed her thumb over her shoulder. Eric noticed she was having a hard time standing up straight. 

“I’m Detective Eric Hamilton. What’s your name, sweetheart?” Eric asked. 

“My name is Eloise Anastasia Arnold.” she said and bowed once again. “Pleased to met you, your highness.” Eric just stared at her in amusement. 

“Do you have any identification on you, Eloise?” Eric asked. he saw that she had a purse slung across her body, which meant that she would, hopefully, have her wallet in there. Eloise scrunched her eyebrows together and gave him a weary look.

“Why? Are you going to take it from me and run?” she took a step back. Eric just held his hands up, but he was unable to shake the smile that seemed to be permanently etched on to his face. 

“No, ma’am, I just want to check your age and then take you home as long as you’re of legal drinking age.” he explained. 

“And if I’m not?” she put her hands on her hips. He was fairly positive that she was over 21, but she did look quite young.

“Then I’m afraid that I’ll have to arrest you for underage drinking.” he said. She thought for a second and the pulled the purse form around her torso and held it out in front of her. 

“Here. It’s probably in there. I have no idea.” he took the purse form her hands and unzipped the top. There wasn’t much inside, which he was thankful for. Some gum, her cell phone, lipstick, and a tan wallet. He unzipped the wallet and took out the plastic identification card form its holder. 

“Okay, Miss Eloise, what’s your birthday?” he folded his arms across his chest. He was obviously going to run the ID number through his system, but he wanted to see if she could tell him. 

“May the 23rd of 1995. I am 25 years old.” she was swaying on her feet now, and Eric was concerned that she would fall any second. 

“Sweetheart, this says that you live in Indiana. You’re in New York, do you remember where you’re staying?” he asked as he put her wallet back into her purse and handed it to her. The ID he slipped into his breast pocket. Eloise just gasped. “What?” he asked, very concerned. 

“I live with my brother. Oh no, I’ve lost him.” she had her hand on her heart and her eyes were wide in fear. She spun around. “Jacob!” she yelled out. “Jacob!”

“Okay. We aren’t going to yell. Do you know where he lives?” he asked. She shook her head. “It’s okay. Let’s walk to my cruiser over here, okay?” he gently grabbed her arm and led her down the street. Eric could see his partner leaning against the car, coffee in hand. 

“I just moved here a few days ago. We are celebrating. Whoa.” she stopped walking suddenly. “I might throw up.” she held her hand to her stomach. 

“Tony, bring me that extra coffee.” he called to his partner. Tony jogged over just as Eloise emptied the contents of her stomach in the middle of the road. Eric held her hair out of her face and patted her on the back. “You’re alright.” 

“I need to go to sleep.” she moaned as she stood up straight. Eric put an arm around her waist to steady her and she rested her head on his shoulder. 

“Eloise? Come on, you’ve gotta stay awake for me. What were you celebrating?” Eric was mostly dragging her the rest of the way to the car. Tony was silently laughing at the scene in front of him. 

“I just got a divorce from my asshole husband.” she breathed out. Her head was drooped to the side and she tripped on the pavement once more. Eric sighed and heaved her up into his arms. “Whoa, baby. I’d punch you in the face as well, but I cannot say that I’m not enjoying this.” she tried to wink at Eric, but really just ended up closing both eyes. 

“How’d you come across this one, Hamilton?” Tony smirked. Eric rolled his eyes at his partner. 

“Some guys were giving her a hard time. I’m pretty sure she broke one guys’ nose.” Eric explained. Eloise held up her right hand to show Tony. It was bloody and swollen. 

“Well, let’s get you back to the station and cleaned up.” Tony opened the back door of the cruiser and Eric set her down so that she could get in. She was handed the other coffee and instructed to drink it. 

“Looks like our night just got more interesting.” Tony chuckled. Eric just shook his head.

Once they were all in the car, Eric ran Eloise’s drivers license to verify the information that she’d given him. “Looks like I don’t have to arrest you tonight, ma’am.” he turned to look at Eloise. She as lying down across the back seat with her eyes closed. Once hand was still holding the coffee, and with the other she held up a peace sign. Tony let out a chuckle and took the coffee he got for Eric and sipped from it. 

“I don’t feel so good, boys.” she groaned. 

“We’re not far from the station, please don’t throw up in the back of my car.” he said. Eloise stayed silent. “Hey, Eloise, where do you work?” Eric tried to keep her mind off of being sick. 

“I’m a freelance writer. Just had a piece published in the New York Daily News.” she sat up and sipped the coffee. “I’ve been writing remotely form Indiana while I got my shit together.” 

“Wow, New York Daily. Not too bad. What do you write about?” Tony turned in his seat so he could talk to her. 

“I can’t even remember right now. I think I want mozzarella sticks, though.” she was playing with strands of her hair. “Can we stop and get some mozzarella sticks?” she asked. Eric just smiled. 

“No can do, Miss Anderson. We need to get you to the station until you sober up enough to remember where you live.” Eric turned stopped at a red light. “I saw a cell phone in your purse. Do you think you can find your brothers’ phone number in there?” he asked. Eloise shrugged her shoulders and reached for her purse. She pulled the phone out and held it out to the men. Tony grabbed it and pressed the power button on the side, but the screen stayed black. 

“Looks like it’s dead, my dear.” he sighed. 

“Jake is going to be so mad at me.” Eloise giggled. 

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mf was so real for this

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i love listening to shitty and bad music you have no power over me

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me at work: im evil

1 second after i clock out: not evil anymore i want to be loved now

next day at work: evil again

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Braunfels,medieval Castle Xlll Century-Esse Germany

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Mood.

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Snape: Potter is my worst enemy, but it turns out that Potter is his own worst enemy. And the enemy of my enemy is my friend, so Potter is actually my friend

Snape: but, because he is his own worst enemy, the enemy of my friend is my enemy. so, actually, potter is my enemy

Snape: but…

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Even more captioned adventures of George Washington.

PART I | PART II | PART III | PART IV

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me attending social events