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[honorhearted]

@thvnkpink

It was going on week two since Barry Seville had shown his face. The man was quiet, introspective, and preferred to keep things close to the vest, but he wasn't irresponsible. The fact he hadn't phoned in even once proved to Ben that something was amiss -- Barry would have told him, had he decided to go chasing after a lead -- so after breaking into his partner's house and discovering it empty? Well...he'd done the only logical thing, and decided to open up an investigation of his own.

Upon further inspection, inside the front door by Barry's keyholder (conveniently missing the keys) was a bright red matchbox, sporting the R.ialto's logo in striking cursive letters. As a bit of a loner, Ben hadn't ever frequented such an establishment, but he'd certainly heard rumors. Barry had never struck him as the type... But in the world of h.omicide, he knew all too well how appearances could be deceiving.

With the matchbook weighing heavily within his palm, Ben entered the glitzy club and was immediately overwhelmed by cigar smoke, sultry jazz music, and the stench of promised debauchery. His shoulders instantly tensed, if only to make himself look smaller, unavailable, and wholly uninterested in whatever offer might be thrown his way.

Instead, he made a beeline towards a gentleman mixing drinks at the bar. "Excuse me," Ben said, sliding the matchbook onto the counter. "Does this belong to your establishment?"

The man lifted his dark, supercilious eyes and appraised him scornfully, the corner of his mouth quirking in bemusement. "You can read, can'tcha?" he asked, adding a bit of vermouth to his concoction. "The sign's out front."

Ben's smile grew tight. "Yes sir, I can read -- but times change. I want to know if this is a recent product of yours, and not a dated one."

The bartender harrumphed. "Yeah, it's recent." Mixing his drink with the shaker, he spared him an impatient look. "You want something or not? I've got plenty of patrons here, buddy."

Pursing his mouth, Ben reached inside his pocket, then slid a picture of Barry across the counter. "What about him?" he asked. "Did you see this man within the past two weeks?"

Cocking his head, the dark-haired man leaned forward and sniffed, then nodded once. "Uh-huh, sure did. Kind of a wise-ass, but he more or less kept to himself. Except for Sandie. He seemed pretty interested in talking to her."

Ben perked up at that. "Sandie?"

The bartender nodded. "All the guys like talking to her though," he clarified.

Trying not to appear too eager, Ben pressed, "And where can I find her? Is she working today?"

"Rain or shine," the man said, giving a dismissive wave of his hand. "She's the petite, pretty one -- the blonde -- over there in that booth. Though you'd better hurry, 'cause she's meeting a client."

After thanking the grumpy bartender for his help, Ben grabbed Barry's picture and made his way through the laughing, cigar-smoking patrons, his heart in his throat once he stopped directly in front of the woman -- this Sandie, who apparently had visited with his friend. Despite his distaste towards venues of this nature, Ben couldn't deny that the blonde had quite ethereal, striking eyes...large, dark, fathomless.

"Um...hello," he stammered. Brilliant. Already off to a rousingly good start. With a wince, he went ahead and slid into the seat across from her, his hands clumsily depositing Barry's photograph onto the table. "Your friend back there said you met with Barry Seville," Ben began, finally anchoring a bit of command to his voice. "I'm leading the investigation into his disappearance. Would you mind if we spoke for a few minutes?"

[5thkillers]

@thvnkpink said: ❛ I hate psychology, it’s a soft science. ❜ ( trish to amber )

❛ You don’t think it’s, like, a little bit interesting learning why people do what they do or function the way that they function? I think it’s kind of cool. ❜

[loomiskiller]

‘  can  i  be  the  helpless  victim  ?  ‘  ( from Diane )

@thvnkpink

Fingers thread through her hair lazily. He looks down at her. "I'm not really into roleplaying......" Though, it wouldn't be too hard to purchase a Ghostface costume along with the bells and whistles that go with it. The internet and online shopping is so useful these days. There is no way he is using his old costume, however. So, if she is expecting that, she won't be getting it.

"But, I guess.....I'll try it out for you."

[lesmortes]

@thvnkpink said: i kept asking around, but no one knew where you went. ( from caroline for our bae argentina )

A smile is ever present upon turquoise features, ❛ A girl can't take a break? We do get them here, you know, just like in life. ❜

[miscxllany]

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❛ Did you hear? I got to see her. ❜ Charlotte, she means. She had a chance to see her daughter once more. ❛ Isn’t that wonderful? ❜

[percentstardust]

​❝ are you done mowing the grass yet? i’m bored. ❞ ( river for mickey )

summer prompts | accepting | @thvnkpink

“You’re bored?” He cuts off the engine of the mower, looking back to stare at his daughter. The audacity of this child. He’s trying to finish his chores so he can spend time with her and not have to worry about this later. Plus, Vicki has been wanting him to do it for a week now and he’s been getting sidetracked with other projects around the house.

“Then, find something to do while I finish doing this. I promised your mother I would have this done. If I stop now, I will get distracted and I will forget to finish it.” It’s actually decent out too, so he’s not entirely sweating or overheating in the Louisiana sun. “Or you could stop being lazy and help me. I can teach you.”

[viictorvandort]

❛  probably not, but who knows?  ❜ ( Debbie 💖💖 )

"That's not very comforting..." He didn't know what else he expected, though. Still, out of all of the people at this party he'd been forced to attend, it was nice to see a familiar face, even if it was Miss Jellinsky.

However, Victor's paranoia didn't lessen, even after her nonchalant response. She took everything in her stride, an air of confidence always exuding from her. He fiddled with his necktie, antsy fingers never still for long. "You really think think nobody will see me if I slip away?" It might not seem like a big deal but if word got back to his parents that he'd fled early without attempting to "woo anyone worth wooing", then there would be hell raised.

"Maybe we can ditch this place together? A... great escape! O-Of sorts? You seem terribly bored."

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[talentforlying]

@thvnkpink: “But putting up decorations takes so much time.” ( zatanna 💖 )

' yeah, but so does a bleedin' grand tour'o the isles with sixty shows an' a turn on graham norton's red sofa, dunnit? if anything, i can tell the lads it's for a surprise party — you won't 'ave to lift a finger. '

sue him, ( or maybe sue the wine, ) he's a tad excited: it's not every day that zee makes the trip across the pond, not in such spectacular fashion, and not usually with enough time in-between touring to catch up with old mates. and while his current digs may not exactly be the magic castle, the flat's certainly big enough to accommodate a few mutual friends for a celebratory showing of her upcoming interview — with streamers. because of course there's got to be streamers.

it's late enough into the evening that the lamplights have come on outside and they've retired to the settee; he tucks his sock feet under him and jogs her playfully with an elbow, careful not to spill their glasses. ' ah, go on, gal: celebrate yerself! besides, some'o these fuckers'll never touch greatness in all their lives, but you KNOW they'll always remember gettin' drank under the table by the great zatanna zatara. only a titchy little 'andful of decorations involved, trust. '

[witchaotics]

[ PEER ] sender leans in to get a better look of receiver’s face ( nadja <3 )

ACTION PROMPTS FOR LEANING.

Nadja did not normally get so close to him, in fact it was rare she ever was in the same vicinity as him, having a quite vocal disdain for witches and all. So when he found her face inches away from his, he couldn't help but be taken aback.

Clearly uncomfortable, he inched away from her. "Yes, Nadja, do you want something? Though I can't imagine whatever for, or have you come here to pester me?"

[5thkillers]

@thvnkpink said: ❛ you aren't going anywhere without me. ❜ ( tara to amber 💖💖 )

❛ Always by my side, aren’t you? C’mon, let’s go. ❜

[sheldoney]

[text]: I fucking hate you–wait you’re not my ex. Who are you? ( trish 💖 )

[text:] This is Sheldon Lee Cooper. [text:] Did you mean to text Leonard Hofstader?

[whyscserious]

thvnkpink asked:

[TRACE] The sender leans in, delicately tracing the outline of a scar with their lips. ( baby 💖💖 )

The greasepainted man's muddy brown eyes fluttered at the touch of a velvety hand tracing over the puckered flesh. So many things clouded his conscious. Should he bite her fingers off? Should he stab her in the belly? Should he shoot her point blank in the forehead? Every thought quarreled deep within but the soothing sound of her voice cooing at him and warmth of her forbidden touch seemed to sedate him in some kind of trance.

He didn't even realize it was her sweet lips that pressed against the marred flesh of the scar which would have really sent him over the edge. And not in a good way, however he seemed just fine with it. For now. His eyes closed a bit tighter until they were almost two complete black circles she was looking into now. How funny she didn't run away from him. She should have run away from him but seemed to be more intrigued with every touch and every soft kiss left upon the mangled flesh of scarred cheeks and scarlet lips.

Without warning he suddenly snatched her by the wrist, his eyes observing her reaction, darkening like black pits of obsidian. Glaring with just a touch of malice. This blonde woman was playing a dangerous game but for some unknown reason he kind of liked that she was willing to bare herself to him. She must be hiding some serious scars herself or she wouldn't have pulled something so daring in the first place.

"You know what they say, turnabout. Is fairplay, so what scars are you hiding from me, Cupie Doll?"

@thvnkpink / Baby Firefly

[innocencel0st]

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"Honestly," Tatum agreed, using the little handheld mirror in her locker to check her lipgloss. She turned it just right to catch the two lovebirds in the reflection for a brief moment. After a moment, she placed it back inside and grabbed her book for English class. Shutting her locker, she held the book against her chest and turned her back, leaning against it instead. "If I ever act like that over a guy, slap me."

[viictorvandort]

❛  alright, you’ve won. happy now?  ❜ ( from Debbie 💖💖 )

He swallowed. Being around Miss Jellinsky always frayed his nerves, making him feel small beneath her piercing gaze. He hadn't meant to engage in this conversation beyond polite small talk and yet it had somehow progressed beyond that, resulting in a sort of debate between the two.

"I didn't mean to offend you, Miss Jellinsky. I just wanted to show you the correct way to read the sheet music." He thought she might be interested in the piano situated in the Van Dort music room since she had been seated at it upon his arrival. Honestly, it had made Victor quite excited; he knew music and could provide some expertise in that area. Unfortunately, perhaps he'd used the wrong tone while trying to assist.

"I wasn't trying to be off-putting but if I came across that way, I offer my apologies. It isn't unusual of me to say things the wrong way and cause misunderstandings."

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[needlcpit]

❛ Understand, you may kill her trying to save her. ❜ ( jill, out here, stating the obvious )

"I know how this works." Amanda says, trying to keep her voice even. She knows better than anyone how this works. She herself was once an open wound, carefully stitched closed--but not before being doused in salt.

She doesn't really understand the motivation behind Jill's words, but she'd be lying if she said they didn't nearly stop her in her tracks. Amanda had a tendency of letting things get to her like that. Was death the final punishment? Or could death also be a kind of salvation?

She decides against voicing the thought, doubting Jill would appreciate the sentiment. (She doubts that John would either.)

"We're just giving her a chance," she says. "A choice." That's what she'd had too, wasn't it--a choice? "That's all," she adds, voice quieter.

[escapedartgeek]

there’s no way i’m leaving you like this . ( Joy 💖💖💖 )

Zora opened their mouth to try and express a little bit of doubt before remaining quiet again. They really should know better when they had just now heard what Joy had said to them.

"No way huh.. must be something for you to be that determined."

Z feels almost a bit embarrassed to have gotten this kind of reaction from her.

"I mean, I manage. I always manage .. I don't see the point in worrying too much."