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        HI GUYS!!  Some of you may have noticed my recent lapse in activity WELL — I got a new job and I’m currently buried in serious paramedic training & exams. I’ll be on when I can but this is just a brief post to apologise for my disappearance and let you guys know that replies will be few and far between.  FEEL FREE TO HMU ON SKYPE & THINGS THO, THE STUDENT HALLS ARE A  LONELY   PLACE AT TIMES. 

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You’re my family.

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Photo of the Day: Blizzard Days

Photo by Coco Liu (San Francisco, California); Chicago, Illinois

From our 13th Annual Photo Contest. Winners announced in the spring!

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Tell me I mean something to you.

no one (via c-astlepoison)

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            Cases came in dribs and drabs   ---   one minute you’re scraping the bottom of an abysmal barrel and the next  EUREKA;   you’re flicking through case files faster than Red Rum at The Grand National.    The case in question had been one of colossal loss,  the type newscasters referred to as  TRAGEDY  whilst  theorists opted for human error  ---  either way,  with a death toll in excess of twelve,  it was certainly one to remember.   Erin reached for her coat in the get-up-and-go fashion people often exhibited when strapped for time.     “ You’re right, he did  –  it raised some questions but no one really looked twice at the guy ”     She moved uneasily from one foot to the other as if standing still would mean an end to their lead.     “ This guy has always been ten steps ahead of us --- we might finally have a chance to CLOSE THE GAP. ”

                                        One of her specialties of being a good detective was her psychology background and WITH that, she had an insight into the mind of every murderer they come across. Even the biggest pieces of shit who were obviously sicker than your average first-degree murderer, she knew EXACTLY how they worked. With someone who took trophies from cutting a piece of someone’s skin, one would think she can get a better idea. But then the other detective hit the nail on the head, of course, she remembers the fire of ‘08. An entire apartment complex went up in flames, and that fire was UNCONTROLLABLE. “ Shit —. “ She breathes out, and starts to flick through a few of her paper’s on her desk, she’s searching for a police officer who was one of the victims. “ One of the first victims, didn’t he move out to Chicago after the fire? “ If she remembers’s correct there were a little over a dozen people that died in that fire. “ We should get the list of those who died that night in the paper. I know the New York Time’s printed out all the names, we’ll hit the library after I find this file. 

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Erin Lindsay – 3x10 Now I’m God

“I miss Camille…I didn’t know that moms could be kind, or brave, or unselfish. She didn’t even like me when you first brought me home - you remember that? She already had her hands full with Justin and I showed up and I just doubled her trouble, we were hellions. I remember this one day I came home, Iron Maiden t-shirt, skirt up to here, you know? She’s just waiting for in the living room, she has a dress from Marshall Fields. She told me that you saw something in me that was worth sacrificing for and so she would too. And she used Christmas money to buy me that dress.”

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     “  About three years ago  INTELLIGENCE  picked up a case; same M.O --- we liked this guy Josh Garcia for the murders but he lawyered up and we didn’t have enough to pin him.  THIS CAN’T BE A COINCIDENCE. ”

            “ wait, ya know this guy? who are we lookin’ at? ”

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a four letter word is holding us together.

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   “ WITHOUT A DOUBT.  I know where this guy hides --- i’ll get a warrant. ”

          “ SPREE killer? ”

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Our fate lives within us, you only have to be brave enough to see it.

Brave (via justabunchawords)

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         “  Without you there wouldn’t be anything left to investigate,  GOOD JOB.  Take it easy okay?  These calls aren’t easy on any of us.  ”

     the firefighter winces, “ just telling you what’s on the rumor mill.                                       third story up, where the fire most likely started. we called homicide                                       as soon as we found them. not much to see, but definitely the cause                                       of the arson. have fun, detective. “

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           “ I’ve seen this  BEFORE  ---  professional kills, missing fingers.  It’s gotta be the same guy. ”

          “ yeah, but that’s not the weirdest thing — none of ‘em have any fingers. ”

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     “ -- wait, THREE BODIES ? All execution style ? ”

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Push the pain away - Erin Lindsay

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            A sentence opening with an  APOLOGY  is an ominous one  ---  ‘ sorry I picked up the last frozen dinner ’ or  ‘ sorry I rear ended your car ’  but this was more genuine than someone contending for frozen lasagne.   “ hey ”   Digits that had once defended her iced Manhattan closed around Lux’s hand     “ We’ll catch ‘em. ”     Cases involving the mistreatment of children were particularly hard to swallow   ( think sword not capsule )          “ He’s a BRAVE KID – look, Lux -- ”     Erin reached into the chest pocket of her shirt and pulled out a small, rectangular card of which was predominantly the FIVE-POINTED STAR OF THE CHICAGO POLICE FORCE    “ I can’t talk about this HERE   –   but my number’s on my card.”     She tapped twice on the card,  collected her drinks and returned to her friends.

               it  was  a  deep - seated  instinct  that  prompted  her  initial  response.  despite  all  that  had  occurred  —-   ( the  sight  of  a  boy  with  not  a  person  in  the  world  to  care  for  him,  teamed  with  the  fact  that  she  was  entering  her  nineteenth  hour  without  rest )    SHE NODDED HER HEAD.  but  then  tears  began  to  prickle  her  eyes,  distorting  her  vision,  and  she  knew  it  was  no  use.  her  nodding  motion  diverted,  now  shaking  from  one  side  to  the  other.                        “ i’m  sorry,  i  —   i  came  here  to  find  you.  i  know  that  i’m  WAY OUT OF LINE,  but  i  need  to  ask  you  about  a  case  i’m  told  you  picked  up  today.  about  …  about  a  boy. ”

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           No self-respecting perpetrator would stroll through  CENTRAL PARK  with  ‘piece of shit’  printed across his tee in bold, black lettering.  They needed more.     “ What’s the link, Mia? ”     There was a board in the centre of the room   –   much like their case ideology the board had been left bare aside from crime scene photography and popular theories    “ What links would a guy like this have to both Chicago and New York  ---  what made him choose these cities.  Our cities. ”      They’d already hit the obvious choices;  businessmen,  conferences  ---  they were missing something.    “ oh my god --- ”    She pulled back from the board with a freshly lit light bulb metaphorically looming over her head     “ You remember the fire in ’08, right? --- gross police misconduct, a lack of fire personnel --- both NYPD and CPD were involved in that case --- we need names of everyone that lost their lives that day --- there has to be a connection. ”

                                            Cases as intricate as the one she was on now came every once in a while. Sometimes she worked ALONE ( which preferably is how she liked it anyways ) and other times she was assigned a partner. Really it depended on how the Captain was feeling that day. However this time she was assigned a partner from Chicago because it seemed that her perp was criss crossing states and committing his gruesome murder’s in both states. So here she was, partnered up with Detective Erin Lindsay from the Chicago Police Department. Naturally it took some getting USED to whenever she was working side by side with someone. It’s only been a week and a half, slowly but surely Erin was warming up to her. She questioned whether or not TRUST would be an issue considering she would be gone by the time the case is closed. But then she did have to keep some form of trust ( even a little ) to know that she got her back checked at all times. 

                                           Who ever this guys was, the man ( or potentially woman ) they were chasing after was. He sure as hell did a number on his victims. Sadly they were all emergency services personal, EMT’S, firemen and even local police officers. Which struck a CORD in Mia’s sympathy and put her determination to catch the fucker in overdrive. “ A piece of shit with a hard on for killing emergency services folk. That’s my best guess.. “ 

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                This guy wasn’t about to leave Sobriety City on the narcotic express,  this wasn’t the first time his FIX had hit an unforeseen delay   ---   either that,  or his self-discipline was OFF THE CHARTS GOOD.    His hubristic mannerisms and seemingly sincere chatter gave away a number of things;  the first,  and most central being that he wasn’t going to talk.  She and her team could play   GOOD COP,  BAD COP   all afternoon   ---   but some things aren’t worth fighting for.       “ Your RECORD was wiped before we even slapped on the cuffs,  wasn’t it? ”

            ❛   good luck, luv. there won’t be a RECORD t’a check out.   ❜

       he tilts his head,

            ❛   i don’ know if ya know this — but i have people on my arse             ANYWAYS.                      tellin’ you a name would make me             DOUBLE                                                           FUCKED,             which won’t benefit me in any way.   i’ll take my chances with             those twenty-four hours.   ❜