#thecrxmxnal

[thebasketcasebabe]

||Dead Hearts|| Modern AU

@the-crxmxnal Allison stood at the side of the truck stop, beneath a cracked lamp only just managing to give off enough glow to see by. She shivered in her cleaning uniform, her old jacket not much help in keeping her warm as she held her purse tight to her side. The very thought of what was inside and what she planned to do with it made her nails dig into the leather, her teeth gnawing the inside of her cheek so bad it was a surprise she wasn’t bleeding.

According to some of the more low down types in her building, this stop had enough shady business coming up from Mexico she could probably find somebody willing to strike a deal over what she had on her. Not the first time she’d followed some shady advice in her struggle to make rent, but it was the first she’d been desperate enough to sell some of her meds.

Another shiver went though her, and she checked her watch, the hands on it showing close to midnight. If the guy she’d been told about was passing through tonight, he should be here any minute.

And hopefully, he wouldn’t be a total sleaze.

[glassmenagerieofmusesarc]

@thecrxmxnal is getting an island start from Charlie Pace

The man looked a bit sketchy, as sketchy as he might look himself if he didn’t have the excuse of being a rock star to justify his scruffiness. He sidled through the sand towards him, glancing back over his shoulders at the others. Hopefully, Locke wasn’t anywhere to be found. He just needed something, anything, and it seemed like the man might be a good bet. “Hey, how you doing? It’s pretty crazy out here right?” he mumbled on the approach.

If Charlie read the man right, he knew the hollowed look of his eyes and sweat on his brow was enough to tip off his intentions. “So, uh, d’you, you know? Have anything? I can do whatever you want, whatever you need. I’ll get you food, build a shelter--c’mon man, I’m hurting.”

[stcr]

She's pissed off before she even steps into the school. Detention is definitely not how she plannned to spend her Saturday, and she probably would have skipped altogether if it weren't for her mother, who found a new boyfriend and with it, a desire to pretend like she's an actual mother. She'd even gone as far as to threaten to put bars on Annette's window. So here she is, shouldering her way into the library, scowl twisting her pretty features, heavy boots thudding dull on the carpet as she picks her way to a table and tosses her bag down onto the surface.

She settles down into her chair, props her feet on the seat next to her, skirt riding up to expose the rips in her stockings, and leans, one arm slung over the back of her chair and the other sweeping bottled blond curls out of her eyes. She idly wonders, as she surveys the room, empty save her and the principal, if she's gonna have the pleasure of having The Dick to herself or if she's gonna have company.

Her question is answered when her detention-mate ambles in, looking like he gives even less of a shit than you think he does. Scarlet-painted lips turn up at the corners as she watches him, thinking maybe detention wouldnt turn out to be so bad. She thinks he catches her looking, cant tell from his sunglasses, and her lips curl further, giving him a smirk and a loft of her brow that has made lesser men chub in their pants.

The Dick goes over the rules: no talking, no sleeping, no getting up, they're to do any homework they might have, and really, she wants to laugh, because she's in fucking detention on a goddamn Saturday, he's lucky she even showed up, and he expects them to do homework?

She hides her smile behind the curtain of her hair, but it quickly falls when The Dick kicks the legs of the chair her feet are propped in, meaningful stare intended to intimidate her into sitting correctly. She stares him down, because shit, she's fucked guys bigger than him, and she'll be damned if she's about to get intimidated by a guy that looks like an extra from The Ropers.

She finally does move her feet, but it's only to reach for her bag, and that seems to content him, like he's somehow won, and she lets him think that as she palms her cigarettes. He can fucking think that all the way to his goddamn office if he likes, so long as he fucks off long enough for her to smoke.

And fuck off, he does, with a warning that the door should be kept open. As soon as he's out of earshot, she stands, stretches wide, shirt riding up to show a sliver of pale stomach, and shoots her detention-mate a grin as she wedges a cigarette between her lips. "Got a light?"

She has one, of course, but the girl's got a need to be the center of attention, and damn if she doesnt wanna be right smack in the middle of his.

[tragicblood-a]

     While she was thankful it was her senior year she despised the fact she had changed schools. She is what her previous teachers called “a wild child” and it was only a matter of time before her good girl act faltered. In fact, it was only a week in her transition and she was already skipping afternoon class. Reclining on the bleachers outside, she watched as the track team huddled around the coach across the field. 

     Fishing around in the pocket of her leather jacket, she pulled out a pack of cigarettes and placed one between her lips before retrieved her lighter and worked on getting the damn thing to work. “Fuckin’ hell,” she cursed as it refused to ignite, unaware she wasn’t alone

@thecrxmxnal

[deliciousfear]

[ Random Verse Starter ] 

     “Hmm.” Is IT’s only response to whatever the other said, his one blue and one hazel eyes darting back towards him. He wasn’t listening, not before, not exactly now. Though a bit of his attention was now there, if he had anything else to say.

@the-crxmxnal​ // closed.

[trailostarch]

@thecrxmxnal​ (CONT)   /   “well i mean ... yeah,” she is starving, and if emily doesn’t take up his offer now, she’s not eating again until dinner tonight; “don’t you worry about getting caught though? this isn’t like vandalizing a display. this is ... criminal.” 

emily isn’t judging, but she’s nervous. fraud isn’t something that will receive just a slap on the wrist  — there’s also an ethical matter at stake, but ... y’know. 

[amity-and-enmity]

@thecrxmxnal​ asked:  🎁 (star)

“I've been trying all my life to separate the time in between the having it all and giving it up.”

[the-naboo-sith]

"Do you have some cash? This vending machine just ate the last of mine..."

Desdie glances over to see who had spoken to her, seeing the other she chuckles. "Yeah, that Vending Machine has an attitude problem I swear it." She jokes before smiling. "How much do you need?" She asks.

[someflareoutwithlove]

@thecrxmxnal​ continued from [[here]]

Damien looked at Bender with a small smile, and nodded. Thanks, I’ll keep- keep that in uh.. mind.” He rubbed the back of his neck and shifted from one foot to the other. It wasn’t like Damien got in much trouble to start with. Of course- there were always going to be people that gave him a hard time but he always did his best to ignore them.

Still- the offer was tempting. 

[distoretion]

"I ate twenty seven cookies and now I feel sick..."

“Oh dear...” Dis sighs, sitting down and patting her thigh as she pulls a trash can closer. “Here, lay down and let me rub your back for a while. If you start feeling worse we’ll have the trash can ready for you to use.”

[andresdefonollosa-archived]

@thecrxmxnal ❤️

Shoplifting. Out of all the crimes Berlin had committed, the one he got caught for was shoplifting. He’d done it multiple times, as the security cameras had clearly shown. He wouldn’t have to shoplift once his true plan was complete, but he couldn’t do anything with that if he got arrested.

One thing was clear: he couldn’t go to jail. Even if he lost the case, he’d go on the run. He wouldn’t be a sitting duck. He’d move around and be sure not to get caught. He’d probably have to do that after his planned heist, anyway.

But right now, he just needed a lawyer. He’d heard good things about John Bender, so after exchanging some phone messages, the pair had decided to meet in person. For once, Berlin used his real name - Andrés - because he had no other choice. He drove up to the park and sat down at a picnic table, waiting for the lawyer to arrive.

[brxisedblossom]

continued.  @the-crxmxnal​

Brown eyes closed for a moment as she grunted. “FINE. THREE.” she muttered, opening up the carton and placing one between her lips before taking out the three cigarettes Bender requested.

Any hope from her eyes slowly disappeared as she stared at him. Not moving for a moment while Ae took her time to process everything. As much as she wanted chase him down and arrest him, it was obvious he wasn’t in the best of cases.

“Listen.” She started, “I didn’t become a cop to track down some TEENAGER I did it to get the scum ass murderers and bank robbers. Okay? I GET it. I didn’t grow up in the best place either. I had a roof over my head.. but that was about it.”

She pushed her hair away from her eyes, leaning against her own car. “I’m not chase you down and throw you in jail for this. ONLY because of the fine that comes with it. Just don’t say shit alright? Could probably get myself fired doing this..” Ae Chea wasn’t sure why she suddenly got a soft spot for some random ass kid who seemed to want to torture her.. maybe because she could see herself in him.

[rebelw1thacause]

@thecrxmxnal​: ▥ 👀 

Jasmine held the cuffs in her hand, dangling them in front of John.

“All right, you’re under arrest for breaking and entering,” she told him. “Hands against the wall, now!”

[stcr]

Slender fingers brush tendrils of hair, bottled blonde fading to dark brown, back from her face as she pulls greedily on her cigarette. She's currently waiting on her pizza delivery, long legs pulled up under her, ensconced on a corner of her couch. The tv, volume at a decibal her mother would have scolded her for were she not out for the whole weekend with her new boyfriend, blares MTV, her usual channel of choice, and she knows her neighbors can probably hear it.

If she thought her chosen company for the night, or however long he ended up on her couch, would care about her tattered jean shorts or ratty, oversized Doors tee shirt, she might've changed, put in a little effort. As it is, she does tug her hair out of the messy updo she'd swept it into that morning when she got up and runs her fingers through it, encouraging it to lay smooth on her shoulders, but she knew he wouldn't give a shit that she wasn't polished and done up like usual, and really, the fact that she's willing to allow herself the comfort of looking like an unwashed ragamuffin in front of him spoke volumes about their friendship.

Her pizza arrives before her company does, and she congratulates herself on the smart choice of ordering two, because John eats like he might never see food again and if they want leftovers throughout the night, as so often tends to happen when they spend the day getting high and watching TV, there better be extra.

She's just bringing in plates from the kitchen when she hears glass break in her bedroom. Her heart rate kicks into overdrive for a second and she's already reaching for something to use as a weapon when Bender comes strolling around the corner.

"You absolute ass, don't scare me like that," she scolds, trying to make her heart rate return to normal as she whacks him halfheartedly on the arm. "Are you allergic to doors or do you just feel an innate need to scale walls and climb in bedroom windows?"

[screenviolense-a]

         ‘ god, can this day get any worse? first, i step in gum in my brand new shoes and then some dweeb almost burns down the school! ‘ cordelia huffed, leaning over against the trash can so she could pull off her shoe and scrape off the icky gum. if only it would give instead of making even more of a sticky mess. if she was wearing both shoes, she would have stomped in annoyance, but instead she whipped her head around to make sure no one was watching her struggle. of course, she couldn’t be alone in her time of crisis.

              ‘ what? take a picture, it’ll last longer! ‘

@thecrxmxnal​

[thebrainyboy]

"Haha...Nerd."

“But... a social one, right?” Brian gives an awkward grin, looking up at Bender hopefully.