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George's son, Brian, served her her usual double shot espresso and Riley's hot cocoa almost immediately, flashing them both a brilliant smile before heading back into the kitchen.

Kylee took a sip from her cup, the bitterness waking her immediately long before the caffeine had a chance to kick in.

"So, Riley, you said you saw two men take someone --" Kylee cut to the chase, loathing small talk when there were serious crimes taking place. Kylee didn't like wasting anyone's time -- especially her own. "Can you describe them to me in as much detail as you can recall. Heights, facial hair, tattoos, anything---"

Kylee's eye twitched involuntarily at the sight of a small black beetle crawling on the back of the booth seat, just above Riley's shoulder.

'Don't you dare walk across the table, you little shit.' she tried to mentally tell the bug, the piece of her would that was disconnected from her and could hear her. She wished she could communicate with them outside her body, but she wasn't so blessed. The beetle started crawling down toward Riley's shoulder. Kylee quickly reached out and grabbed it off of the cheap vinyl.

"No worries, just a spider," she said quickly, withdrawing her hand quickly to her side.

This had to be the beetle she placed near the Senior NYPD Detective's desk. The fact that it had already returned to her meant that it witnessed something big. But she couldn't just slip it back into her mouth while Riley was staring directly at her. She had to find a window to do so.

She cleared her throat, plastered on one of her cheerful smiles, and motioned for Riley to speak.

The outside of the NYPD was cold and quiet, night air and drizzling rain not helping the dreary atmosphere. It wasn’t the sort of weather you wanted to be tossed out into, but alas that’s where we start this story. Riley Smithers being tossed out by New Yorks finest, stumbling down the slick stone steps the young woman only barely caught herself on the railing in the middle of the stairway.

“For fucks sake!” Riley hissed, pushing herself back up and looking back to only see that the doors had been shut without so much as a second glance.

Terrific, she thought, shoving her hands in her jacket pockets and marching back down the rest of the stairs and to her haphazardly tossed bike that she’d dumped off in an ally way. Riley hadn’t even bothered locking the darn thing she’d been in such a rush. A rush to report a kidnapping she’d witnessed.

Y’know, a crime that the police should care about. Riley shook her head, her hands resting on the handle bars of her bike. She literally saw someone get kidnapped and the police weren’t doing jack. All because the person happened to be a mutant.

As if we’re all damn h-bombs waiting to go off. She sighed hopping onto her bike..not like she could do much now..the rain stopped leaving the night air still

Kylee had been investigating the NYPD for months now. Crooked cops in a corrupt system...there had been an influx of mutant kidnappings in the past six months, and the police were brushing off all incidents.

Sure, mutants were already second-class citizens in the eyes of the law, but there was something off about these kidnappings. Police completely ignored all statements -- they weren't even recording reports, even the cops Kylee knew weren't complete assholes were refusing to pull out their pens.

Something more rotten than usual was stinking up the place. She wasn't sure how, but Kylee was convinced that the NYPD was at least convinced to look the other way. But why?

As a journalist, Kylee was a common sight in the police department, so none of the men and women in blue her as she planted a few bugs around the department. Hopefully, she would be able to get to the bottom of it quickly.

Kylee walked out with her head held high, deeply breathing in the cold air after a hard rain.

She almost didn't see the distressed cyclist and narrowly missed colliding with them.

"Hey, watch it!"

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"Well, Riley..." She said with a mastered faux smile -- not that it was disingenuous because of Riley, but rather her lack of sleep. "I'm Kylee Hull, reporter for the Daily Bugle. I dig into stories that no one else does."

That had become her running tagline as of late. Jameson, her boss, both loved and hated her for it. It was great for selling papers, but also potentially dangerous. He had warned her that it would come to bite her in the ass one day.

George's was a small place. A love little hole-in-the-wall with delicious coffee and the best fucking gossip in town...Which George happily allowed her to overhear because she did a little freelance PI work for him a couple years back.

In fact, George was working at the front counter when they walked in. At first, he smiled at her--displayong the gap between his front teeth-- but it was quickly replaced with a muddled look of confusion -- probably because of her young company.

Kylee just gave him a nod and directed Riley to the far left booth in the room. "I'd love my usual, George...and whatever my friend will be having..." She turned to Riley.

"Are you a coffee or a hot coco kind of gal?"

The outside of the NYPD was cold and quiet, night air and drizzling rain not helping the dreary atmosphere. It wasn’t the sort of weather you wanted to be tossed out into, but alas that’s where we start this story. Riley Smithers being tossed out by New Yorks finest, stumbling down the slick stone steps the young woman only barely caught herself on the railing in the middle of the stairway.

“For fucks sake!” Riley hissed, pushing herself back up and looking back to only see that the doors had been shut without so much as a second glance.

Terrific, she thought, shoving her hands in her jacket pockets and marching back down the rest of the stairs and to her haphazardly tossed bike that she’d dumped off in an ally way. Riley hadn’t even bothered locking the darn thing she’d been in such a rush. A rush to report a kidnapping she’d witnessed.

Y’know, a crime that the police should care about. Riley shook her head, her hands resting on the handle bars of her bike. She literally saw someone get kidnapped and the police weren’t doing jack. All because the person happened to be a mutant.

As if we’re all damn h-bombs waiting to go off. She sighed hopping onto her bike..not like she could do much now..the rain stopped leaving the night air still

Kylee had been investigating the NYPD for months now. Crooked cops in a corrupt system...there had been an influx of mutant kidnappings in the past six months, and the police were brushing off all incidents.

Sure, mutants were already second-class citizens in the eyes of the law, but there was something off about these kidnappings. Police completely ignored all statements -- they weren't even recording reports, even the cops Kylee knew weren't complete assholes were refusing to pull out their pens.

Something more rotten than usual was stinking up the place. She wasn't sure how, but Kylee was convinced that the NYPD was at least convinced to look the other way. But why?

As a journalist, Kylee was a common sight in the police department, so none of the men and women in blue her as she planted a few bugs around the department. Hopefully, she would be able to get to the bottom of it quickly.

Kylee walked out with her head held high, deeply breathing in the cold air after a hard rain.

She almost didn't see the distressed cyclist and narrowly missed colliding with them.

"Hey, watch it!"

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💚

She knows way too much about you way too quickly. You can never be sure if the ant crawling across the floor is just an ant or Kylee keeping tabs on you.

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💖

She got a sixth sense of knowing how to interact with her partner during their good and bad days. When you're having a bad day, she seems to instinctively know if you want to be cheered up, listened to, or left the hell alone.

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made some really cool valentines to give to your special someone tomorrow :)

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Send 💚 for a reason NOT to date my muse

And send 💖 for a reason TO date my muse

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Cupid Love Pawsona

I don't know how accurate this is....considering Kylee is quite prickly unless she trusts you...then she's a total sheep. (Also, she pretends to be optimistic but is terribly pessimistic. And the smile is almost always forced.)

Tagged by: @themckaytriarchy

Tagging: You!

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"Wow, call me out on my lack of grace and even bring up that Tilby bitch in the next breath. You sure know how to make a woman feel loved," Kylee retorted dramatically, her expression pained as if she had been stabbed.

Just as quickly as it appeared, the pain melted into a smile.

"Yeah, I suppose I've always been just a touch gay. However, I guess it's hard to tell because I like partners who are taller and bigger than me, and those usually happen to be men. "

"And it's three bingos, hon," Kylee teased. "Two vertical, one horizontal."

TESS DATING BINGO - @bugginout - ACCEPTING

"I told Morph you weren't a dancer." Ouch. The words are spoken without any real cruelty, but they're blunt as a sledgehammer to the face. "Dancer's carry themselves a certain way." For example, like Tess and Morph. And again, ouch. She has the common sense to add, "not a bad thing," scanning the bingo card with heavy-lidded eyes. "You walk like you're watching for something. Reporter language."

Then, she scoffs, glancing over at Kylee with a scowl on her sharp-featured face. "Not like Trish Tilby, thank G-d. You're leagues past her."

A flash of a grin, all teeth. "Two bingos! Poor woman." This time, the way she regards her fellow teacher is speculative. Like she's seeing her differently. "You flew right past my gaydar..."

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Kylee jotted down the descriptions that the girl gave her. She paused for barely a breath at the description. A mix of potential thoughts of the crimes themselves and the quality of her description. It wasn't an admittance of anything other than perhaps the young woman was at least sympathetic to mutants...but it was something.

"This is...a start...and I just realized I haven't even asked you your name. Some reporter I am, huh?" she scoffed. "That's what I get for not sleeping the past thirty-three hours. Sleep deprivation is a bitch."

"I'm going to need to ask further questions," Kylee continued, stifling a yawn. "Would you be comfortable continuing this at George's Diner down the block? I could use a coffee."

"And don't worry, I actually know George. I've got a private booth there with my name practically engraved on it."

The outside of the NYPD was cold and quiet, night air and drizzling rain not helping the dreary atmosphere. It wasn’t the sort of weather you wanted to be tossed out into, but alas that’s where we start this story. Riley Smithers being tossed out by New Yorks finest, stumbling down the slick stone steps the young woman only barely caught herself on the railing in the middle of the stairway.

“For fucks sake!” Riley hissed, pushing herself back up and looking back to only see that the doors had been shut without so much as a second glance.

Terrific, she thought, shoving her hands in her jacket pockets and marching back down the rest of the stairs and to her haphazardly tossed bike that she’d dumped off in an ally way. Riley hadn’t even bothered locking the darn thing she’d been in such a rush. A rush to report a kidnapping she’d witnessed.

Y’know, a crime that the police should care about. Riley shook her head, her hands resting on the handle bars of her bike. She literally saw someone get kidnapped and the police weren’t doing jack. All because the person happened to be a mutant.

As if we’re all damn h-bombs waiting to go off. She sighed hopping onto her bike..not like she could do much now..the rain stopped leaving the night air still

Kylee had been investigating the NYPD for months now. Crooked cops in a corrupt system...there had been an influx of mutant kidnappings in the past six months, and the police were brushing off all incidents.

Sure, mutants were already second-class citizens in the eyes of the law, but there was something off about these kidnappings. Police completely ignored all statements -- they weren't even recording reports, even the cops Kylee knew weren't complete assholes were refusing to pull out their pens.

Something more rotten than usual was stinking up the place. She wasn't sure how, but Kylee was convinced that the NYPD was at least convinced to look the other way. But why?

As a journalist, Kylee was a common sight in the police department, so none of the men and women in blue her as she planted a few bugs around the department. Hopefully, she would be able to get to the bottom of it quickly.

Kylee walked out with her head held high, deeply breathing in the cold air after a hard rain.

She almost didn't see the distressed cyclist and narrowly missed colliding with them.

"Hey, watch it!"

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3 bingos! @themckaytriarchy

Dating Bingo: Earth 616 Edition!

[I'm having trouble writing serious things right now (and also because I'm at work), so here's this Dating Bingo game.]

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"I'm not one of those shitstains," Kylee said with a wry smile. "I'm worse. I'm a reporter."

She let that sentence hang briefly while pulling out her pen and paper.

"A reporter who specializes in things the cops don't care about." She made sure to leave her wording vague. She wasn't completely sure of the girl's stance on mutants. She had used the slur "mute," but she also cared enough to report the kidnapping of a supposed mutant. Sometimes people were frustratingly nuanced.

"Where exactly did you see this kidnapping? What time did the kidnapping occur? How many kidnappers? What makes you believe the kidnapped was a mutant?"

The outside of the NYPD was cold and quiet, night air and drizzling rain not helping the dreary atmosphere. It wasn’t the sort of weather you wanted to be tossed out into, but alas that’s where we start this story. Riley Smithers being tossed out by New Yorks finest, stumbling down the slick stone steps the young woman only barely caught herself on the railing in the middle of the stairway.

“For fucks sake!” Riley hissed, pushing herself back up and looking back to only see that the doors had been shut without so much as a second glance.

Terrific, she thought, shoving her hands in her jacket pockets and marching back down the rest of the stairs and to her haphazardly tossed bike that she’d dumped off in an ally way. Riley hadn’t even bothered locking the darn thing she’d been in such a rush. A rush to report a kidnapping she’d witnessed.

Y’know, a crime that the police should care about. Riley shook her head, her hands resting on the handle bars of her bike. She literally saw someone get kidnapped and the police weren’t doing jack. All because the person happened to be a mutant.

As if we’re all damn h-bombs waiting to go off. She sighed hopping onto her bike..not like she could do much now..the rain stopped leaving the night air still

Kylee had been investigating the NYPD for months now. Crooked cops in a corrupt system...there had been an influx of mutant kidnappings in the past six months, and the police were brushing off all incidents.

Sure, mutants were already second-class citizens in the eyes of the law, but there was something off about these kidnappings. Police completely ignored all statements -- they weren't even recording reports, even the cops Kylee knew weren't complete assholes were refusing to pull out their pens.

Something more rotten than usual was stinking up the place. She wasn't sure how, but Kylee was convinced that the NYPD was at least convinced to look the other way. But why?

As a journalist, Kylee was a common sight in the police department, so none of the men and women in blue her as she planted a few bugs around the department. Hopefully, she would be able to get to the bottom of it quickly.

Kylee walked out with her head held high, deeply breathing in the cold air after a hard rain.

She almost didn't see the distressed cyclist and narrowly missed colliding with them.

"Hey, watch it!"

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I drew evil Kylee because she’s cool

I dig the powersuit -- purple is truly her color. She is a fun (mostly) villain!

(Fun fact: She is from the same universe as Hal.)

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"It still matters," Kylee said gruffly. Was she this jaded ten-ish years ago?... Yeah, probably. This kid was clearly having a rough day.

At the girl's admonishment for being out late, Kylee let out an amused laugh -- deep and rich -- before politely stifling it into a cough.

"My apologies, Mother dearest," Kylee teased the clearly younger stranger. "I was a little busy with my job and lost track of time." She pointed her thumb over her shoulder toward the NYPD.

"Now, should I be asking why you're out late? You look a little on the young side to be out and about this time of night. "

The outside of the NYPD was cold and quiet, night air and drizzling rain not helping the dreary atmosphere. It wasn’t the sort of weather you wanted to be tossed out into, but alas that’s where we start this story. Riley Smithers being tossed out by New Yorks finest, stumbling down the slick stone steps the young woman only barely caught herself on the railing in the middle of the stairway.

“For fucks sake!” Riley hissed, pushing herself back up and looking back to only see that the doors had been shut without so much as a second glance.

Terrific, she thought, shoving her hands in her jacket pockets and marching back down the rest of the stairs and to her haphazardly tossed bike that she’d dumped off in an ally way. Riley hadn’t even bothered locking the darn thing she’d been in such a rush. A rush to report a kidnapping she’d witnessed.

Y’know, a crime that the police should care about. Riley shook her head, her hands resting on the handle bars of her bike. She literally saw someone get kidnapped and the police weren’t doing jack. All because the person happened to be a mutant.

As if we’re all damn h-bombs waiting to go off. She sighed hopping onto her bike..not like she could do much now..the rain stopped leaving the night air still

Kylee had been investigating the NYPD for months now. Crooked cops in a corrupt system...there had been an influx of mutant kidnappings in the past six months, and the police were brushing off all incidents.

Sure, mutants were already second-class citizens in the eyes of the law, but there was something off about these kidnappings. Police completely ignored all statements -- they weren't even recording reports, even the cops Kylee knew weren't complete assholes were refusing to pull out their pens.

Something more rotten than usual was stinking up the place. She wasn't sure how, but Kylee was convinced that the NYPD was at least convinced to look the other way. But why?

As a journalist, Kylee was a common sight in the police department, so none of the men and women in blue her as she planted a few bugs around the department. Hopefully, she would be able to get to the bottom of it quickly.

Kylee walked out with her head held high, deeply breathing in the cold air after a hard rain.

She almost didn't see the distressed cyclist and narrowly missed colliding with them.

"Hey, watch it!"

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Kylee was used to almost getting run over -- it was New York, for god's sake.

But she didn't expect the rider to fall over and just lay there, staring up at the sky with the most defeated look on her face.

Great, another thing to go wrong today. Kylee thought, suppressing the exasperated groan threatening to escape her throat. However, Kylee wasn't a monster, so she walked over to them.

It was just a kid. High school, maybe college age.

And she looked like she was having a worse day than Kylee.

"Hey, you alright?" Kylee asked, offering her a hand. "You didn't hit your head, did you?"

The outside of the NYPD was cold and quiet, night air and drizzling rain not helping the dreary atmosphere. It wasn’t the sort of weather you wanted to be tossed out into, but alas that’s where we start this story. Riley Smithers being tossed out by New Yorks finest, stumbling down the slick stone steps the young woman only barely caught herself on the railing in the middle of the stairway.

“For fucks sake!” Riley hissed, pushing herself back up and looking back to only see that the doors had been shut without so much as a second glance.

Terrific, she thought, shoving her hands in her jacket pockets and marching back down the rest of the stairs and to her haphazardly tossed bike that she’d dumped off in an ally way. Riley hadn’t even bothered locking the darn thing she’d been in such a rush. A rush to report a kidnapping she’d witnessed.

Y’know, a crime that the police should care about. Riley shook her head, her hands resting on the handle bars of her bike. She literally saw someone get kidnapped and the police weren’t doing jack. All because the person happened to be a mutant.

As if we’re all damn h-bombs waiting to go off. She sighed hopping onto her bike..not like she could do much now..the rain stopped leaving the night air still

Kylee had been investigating the NYPD for months now. Crooked cops in a corrupt system...there had been an influx of mutant kidnappings in the past six months, and the police were brushing off all incidents.

Sure, mutants were already second-class citizens in the eyes of the law, but there was something off about these kidnappings. Police completely ignored all statements -- they weren't even recording reports, even the cops Kylee knew weren't complete assholes were refusing to pull out their pens.

Something more rotten than usual was stinking up the place. She wasn't sure how, but Kylee was convinced that the NYPD was at least convinced to look the other way. But why?

As a journalist, Kylee was a common sight in the police department, so none of the men and women in blue her as she planted a few bugs around the department. Hopefully, she would be able to get to the bottom of it quickly.

Kylee walked out with her head held high, deeply breathing in the cold air after a hard rain.

She almost didn't see the distressed cyclist and narrowly missed colliding with them.

"Hey, watch it!"

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The outside of the NYPD was cold and quiet, night air and drizzling rain not helping the dreary atmosphere. It wasn’t the sort of weather you wanted to be tossed out into, but alas that’s where we start this story. Riley Smithers being tossed out by New Yorks finest, stumbling down the slick stone steps the young woman only barely caught herself on the railing in the middle of the stairway.

“For fucks sake!” Riley hissed, pushing herself back up and looking back to only see that the doors had been shut without so much as a second glance.

Terrific, she thought, shoving her hands in her jacket pockets and marching back down the rest of the stairs and to her haphazardly tossed bike that she’d dumped off in an ally way. Riley hadn’t even bothered locking the darn thing she’d been in such a rush. A rush to report a kidnapping she’d witnessed.

Y’know, a crime that the police should care about. Riley shook her head, her hands resting on the handle bars of her bike. She literally saw someone get kidnapped and the police weren’t doing jack. All because the person happened to be a mutant.

As if we’re all damn h-bombs waiting to go off. She sighed hopping onto her bike..not like she could do much now..the rain stopped leaving the night air still

Kylee had been investigating the NYPD for months now. Crooked cops in a corrupt system...there had been an influx of mutant kidnappings in the past six months, and the police were brushing off all incidents.

Sure, mutants were already second-class citizens in the eyes of the law, but there was something off about these kidnappings. Police completely ignored all statements -- they weren't even recording reports, even the cops Kylee knew weren't complete assholes were refusing to pull out their pens.

Something more rotten than usual was stinking up the place. She wasn't sure how, but Kylee was convinced that the NYPD was at least convinced to look the other way. But why?

As a journalist, Kylee was a common sight in the police department, so none of the men and women in blue her as she planted a few bugs around the department. Hopefully, she would be able to get to the bottom of it quickly.

Kylee walked out with her head held high, deeply breathing in the cold air after a hard rain.

She almost didn't see the distressed cyclist and narrowly missed colliding with them.

"Hey, watch it!"

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Realized I should be using this account for off-topic posts, considering that my other two are more active RP blogs.