#tw crime

[moonlit-typewriter]

Watching everyone on TikTok simp over Luke and say there’s no way he’s the traitor has the same energy as watching everyone on TikTok simp over that one guy who was convicted of vehicular h*micide a few years ago

[autismon]

screw it I'm posting this on my main blog, what the fuck is wrong with you people

[sysmedsaresexist]

Even more importantly...

TW: murder, trial ongoing, Letecia Stauch

Everyone stay safe, stay mindful, and take care of yourselves, there's about to be a lot of talk about DID in the media

(if anyone is actually interested in trial updates, I'll be watching?? I dunno, let me know if you guys want that)

Letecia Stauch, the POS that murdered her stepson (allegedly, don't come for me, but come on), is claiming she has DID, and I'm about to lose my mind

How dare she

Here we go again, the media is calling it MPD, Twitter is about to explode with fakeclaiming and stigmatization (these were three hours ago), and we can look forward to a sudden rise in attention

Now, couple this WITH the crowded room trying to capitalize on the opportunity, it's going to be an absolute shit show

[emmyrosee]

tw// police brutality, split juries, violence against POC, Straight up murder. Elijah Jovan McClain.

My family watches the news in the morning, and one of the stories that was playing was the murder of Elijah Jovan McClain, and how the jury was able to convict one officer, but was split on the other one.

And I just. I don’t fucking get it. I really, really, REALLY can’t understand it.

[zanexsaxena]

self para - after the auction

It was a stupid and reckless idea. Zane could easily bid for any item he wanted at the auction. Even the letter that had a base price of one hundred thousand dollars. He could take the easy way out while also aiding one of the political parties.

But where was the fun in that?

He'd gone back and forth on the jewelry items for several minutes until he settles onto the garland styled diamond necklace. It was priceless enough of an item that it would give him the excitement and adrenaline he wanted while also giving him the sense of pure accomplishment once he succeeded. It also looked like one that his step mother would wear to fancy dinners with his father.

Zane pushed the thoughts of his own family out of his head. Not the time, nor the place.

This wasn't the first time Zane had swiped something. He had plenty of experience in such things. This was, however, the first time it would be after an auction. His lack of experience didn't deter him. In fact, it made him want to succeed even more.

Patience was key. That, and timing. He couldn't grab the necklace from it's container at the auction. No. He had to wait until it was taken out of it's case and given to the next person -- the one that would eventually deliver it to it's new owner.

He watched from the center of the room, in a crowd of people, as the presenter auctioned the necklace. Luckily for him, only one person placed a bid on it. He didn't have to wait too long to figure out who would be receiving the necklace. Anaïs Murad. Her name meant nothing to him. But clearly, she was successful enough to be able to afford a thirty thousand dollar necklace.

As the Auction came to a close and people began to disperse from the area, Zane knew he had a choice. Back out now -- which was the safest option -- or go all in. He already decided that if he did go all in, he wouldn't be telling anyone about his plans. Not his friends. Not anyone in the gang. He knew full well that it was something that he shouldn't be doing, but that's what made it want to do it.

He could easily spin it into something in his favor -- fucking with one of the political parties, or even, playing into the story that he didn't grow up wealthy. That he had to work hard for what he had. When in reality, he didn't.

It wasn't hard to pin point who was with the woman that purchased the necklace. They had talked to her once the auction had ended and then made their way towards where the transactions were being made. As they finalized things, Zane prepared himself. He pulled his black, leather gloves from his pocket and pulled them on. He then ran his fingers through his newly bleached hair and pulled it back into a bun.

Under normal circumstances, Zane would have seduced the person with the item that he wanted. He would have used his voice -- and his face -- to get what he wanted. But this was different. This was an auction and it was clear that people were more cautious about certain purchases. And, he would prefer to not be seen. He didn't want to be hunted down afterwards. He'd much rather be able to disappear into the wind, no one ever knowing who truly had done the crime.

He pretended to observe the other items in the room while the necklace was placed in a brief case. Once it was secured and in the hands of one of the woman's assistants -- at least, that's what he assumed they were -- he began to follow them. Through the building, a couple of rooms, and out the front doors.

Thankfully, it was dark outside, and Zane could stick to the shadows. He shrugged on his jacket, zipped it all the way until the top covered his mouth and then tugged the hood over his head to cover his hair. His intention was to stay behind the other and not allow them to get the chance to see his face at all, but he was always prepared for something bad to happen.

As they approached a side street -- one that wasn't as lit as the others and was empty -- Zane slipped a pocket knife from his pants and advanced. He closed the distance between the two, coming up behind the other. His free hand wrapped around the other's wrist of the hand that was clutching the brief case while the one with the knife pressed against the small of their back -- cutting into the fabric of their jacket.

"Be good and drop the case for me." His voice was low and hushed. "Or I'll ensure that you will never walk again." Zane pushed the knife further into the other's lower back to prove that he was not bluffing. The knife was sharp, easily slicing through the clothes until he felt the blade rest against their flesh. It would be so easy to push it in further. To coax their blood out of the wound he created and take pleasure in the way it dripped over his own hand. But Zane wasn't there to have that kind of fun. He was there to steal a necklace.

His grip on their wrist tightened as he felt their body begin to shake. "Come on. One finger at a time..." He whispered as his gloved hand pulled at their wrist, lowering the case until it rested on the ground. "That's it..." He cooed as they did as he asked, releasing the case slowly until they were no longer holding it. "Good job."

He let the tip of the knife slide into their flesh about an inch as he snatched the brief case up himself. "Tell your boss to pay more attention to her assets next time. And to give you a raise." Zane smirked before he retracted his knife and slipped back into the shadows.

All that was left of him was the brief case that had been tossed to the side a block away from the crime, with no evidence of the necklace.

[mysharona1987]

[trashyswitch]

An Unexpected Roommate

Chapter 25: A Fateful Visit With an Officer

Jamie makes it to the hospital, and is forced to relive old, painful memories...Meanwhile, Chase meets a police officer who not only knows Robbie, but reveals a lot about the hidden parts of Robbie's past.

Gosh...It's been almost 5 months since the last chapter...Actually, I uploaded a few days before the surgery! September 18th! So...Here's the long-awaited answer to the cliffhanger. I hope you enjoy! TW: PTSD, talk of degradation (physically and mentally), murder, and crime. Viewer discretion is advised.)

The secretary must’ve seen Jamie’s inability to cough the moment he walked in…because the secretary had picked up the phone and called a Code Blue to the lobby. In a couple minutes, the nurses ran from the back of the ER towards Jamie, and sat him down in a wheelchair before bringing him to a bed in the Emergency room. Though this visibly pissed off a lot of the patients still in the waiting room, the boys didn’t care. Jamie was going to pass out if he didn’t get help immediately. 

“Robbie, stay with Shawn.” Chase ordered as he went to the back of the ER with Jamie and the nurses. 4 nurses were on the scene, struggling to open up Jamie’s larynx. When they gave up going through the mouth, they did a tracheotomy. This essentially meant that one of the nurses (who looked to be a respiratory nurse) pulled out a scalpel, while the rest of the nurses ripped Jamie’s upper shirt and put saline solution onto the lower neck. Though the respiratory nurse seemed to notice a previous scar on Jamie’s lower neck, they ignored it and cut slightly beside the lower neck scar to create a brand new hole. 

Chase gasped and welled up with tears when he saw the incision, followed by Jamie’s overwhelmingly pain-stricken face. He looked like he was frozen in fear, with the tears being the only part of his face that was moving. He could only imagine how painful being cut like that would be…but knowing of Jamie’s history and trauma, he couldn’t even begin to imagine what traumatic hell Jamie was currently experiencing. 

With the hole made, the respiratory nurse placed a breathing tube into the hole and strapped the tube around his neck to keep it in place. Jamie took in as deep of a breath as he could. But this ultimately led to yet another coughing fit. The new tube began to secrete drops of blood, presumably from his lungs. 

“Oh god…His lungs are bleeding. We need a 250mg dose of Tranexamic Acid immediately.” The respiratory nurse ordered. 

“Excuse me, sir?” Someone said. 

Chase turned around and widened his eyes when he saw it was a policeman. “Hello…can I help you?” He asked. 

“Are you the owner of a 2003 Toyota Prius?” The police officer asked. 

Chase bit his lip and nodded. “Yes, I am.” He admitted. 

“Are you aware that you were driving 140 kilometers in an 80 kilometer zone?” He asked. 

Chase looked at the police for a moment…before looking towards Jamie. “Y-Yeah…” Chase looked towards the policeman again. “My friend was struggling to breathe. I was panicking.” Chase admitted. 

The policeman tilted his head slightly and looked over at Jamie. He seemed to be breathing properly again, and had slightly calmed down as a result. But…the man looked to be in a lot of pain both physically and mentally. “Is he your friend?” The policeman asked. 

Chase nodded. “Jameson Jackson.” He told him. 

The policeman seemed to soften his expression. “Alright.” He pulled out a breathalyzer. “I’d like to ask you to blow into the breathalyzer.” He ordered. 

Chase nodded and took in a deep breath, before blowing into the breathalyzer tube. His alcohol level showed up on the screen. [0.0] 

“Looks like you’re clean.” He cleaned the end of the breathalyzer and put it into his pocket. “Since this was an emergency situation, I will let it slide. However…” He pointed his finger to Chase. “Please call 911 the next time this happens. Ambulances are allowed to speed, which will save your friend’s life and your reputation.” The policeman told him. 

Chase smiled a slight bit. “Thank you, officer.” Chase told him. 

The policeman nodded. “Always here to help.” 

“Dad!” Someone called. 

Chase turned to look at the door, and saw Robbie running towards him. “Robbie!” Chase reacted as he knelt down and hugged the kid securely. “What are you doing in here? You’re supposed to stay with Shawn.” Chase reacted, before letting go and looking at him. “I’m not sure it’s safe to…” His words trailed off when he looked over at Jamie, and saw him sleeping in the hospital room. Jamie looked…surprisingly calm…like he hadn’t just gotten his neck cut open by a respiratory nurse. “...Actually…” Chase started to slowly take back his words. 

“Is…Is he okay?” Robbie asked. 

Chase looked over at Robbie. “I…I think so, but…I’m not too sure.” Chase admitted. 

“Robbie?” The policeman asked. 

Chase looked up at the policeman. “Yup. This is Robbie, my-” 

“Quinn Pierson?!” Robbie reacted. “What are YOU doing here?” 

“I-” The policeman stared at the kid. The policeman looked pale…almost as if he was seeing a ghost…

Chase noticed this right away. He stared at the policeman in shock. “Is…everything okay?” Chase asked. 

The policeman slowly walked up to Robbie. “There’s no way…” He knelt down to Robbie’s level and reached his hands out…

“Sir, I don’t-” Chase tried to protest. 

But the policeman placed his hands onto Robbie’s grayish-colored face anyway. The policeman appeared to be in shock. It was almost like the policeman couldn’t believe his own eyes. Robbie widened his eyes as he felt Mr. Pierson gently caress his cheeks…before moving his fingers over to the cuts on his little neck. “Who…who did this to you?” Mr. Pierson asked, slightly quiet due to the shock. 

Robbie nodded. “A tree branch went-” Robbie made a sound effect while swishing his hand against his own neck. “-against my neck. It hurt a lot.” Robbie admitted. 

Mr. Pierson shook his head and rubbed the right side of his temple. “How…You-” He felt the kid’s hair. “This can’t be real…” He muttered. “There’s no way…It’s impossible!” 

Robbie looked hurt by his reaction. “I don’t understand…” 

“I…I thought you were dead!” Mr. Pierson looked like he was gonna lose it. “They said you were dead!” 

Robbie widened his eyes. “Who did?!” 

“The-” Mr. Pierson stuttered and severely struggled with his words. “Hoooolyshit…” He mumbled, looking like he was gonna pass out. 

“WhOA- Hold on there, pal!” Chase wrapped the man’s arm around his own shoulder and lowered him down. “I gotcha, I gotcha. Anyone got some water?” Chase asked the hospital staff nearby. 

“I do.” A nurse that had been delivering some water with a lid and straw, instinctively gave it to Chase instead of the patient. 

“Thanks.” Chase let Mr. Pierson drink some of the water to help rejuvenate him. “It’s alright, it’s alright.” Chase replied. 

Robbie’s eyes had welled up with tears by this point. “I’m scaring him…Aren’t I?” Robbie asked, his voice cracking as he looked visibly ready to start crying.

Mr. Pierson looked up at Robbie, with a look of surprise and guilt. “I-No! Not at all!” He replied quickly, trying to cover up for his previous reaction. 

Robbie looked down. “Please don’t lie to me…” Robbie muttered, letting the tears fall. “I know I’m scary-looking…I know you’re scared of me…” 

Mr. Pierson quickly shook his head. “No no no…Don’t worry, Robbin. I’m not scared of you. I’m just…overwhelmed.” He admitted. “I was told you never survived…so to see you standing here in front of me…” He crawled himself up to Robbie and held his shoulders. “How did you survive?” Mr. Pierson asked. 

Robbie tilted his head. “What do you mean?” he asked. 

“You-” Mr. Pierson looked down and lifted up his hands, shocked. “Your hands are…” He stared at them with worry and confusion. “Why do they look all…necrotic?!” He looked at the fingers, and pinched them slightly. “Do you feel that?!” He asked. 

Robbie nodded his head. “A little bit…” 

Mr. Pierson took a double-take once he saw Robbie’s eyes. He placed his fingers onto Robbie’s right upper eye, and lifted his eyeball to see Robbie’s discolored eyeball. “Oh my god…” He looked closer at the ossification of his eye. “Can…Can you even see me?” Mr. Pierson asked. 

Robbie tilted his head. “Uh…Kinda? It’s a little hazy…and blurry…” Robbie bit his lip. 

Chase was taken aback. Since when was Robbie’s eyes getting blurry? And why hasn’t Robbie told him about it until now? “What…what do you mean?” Chase asked. 

Mr. Pierson got up onto his feet and turned to look at Chase. “Can you see what he looks like?” Mr. Pierson asked. 

Chase nodded his head. “Yeah, of course I can see him. He used to have cyanotic, grayish skin before now.” Chase replied. “Why?” 

“B-Because…” Mr. Pierson held his head in shock. “I-” He lowered himself down and picked up his water again. Taking another drink, he gave it to Chase. “...I remember reading the entire Clancy family’s death certificates. I remember it very vividly!” Mr. Pierson explained. “It mentioned their cause of death as ‘homicide’! So…” Mr. Pierson pointed to Robbie. “How could Robbin be recorded dead, only for him to be standing here right in front of me?!” Mr. Pierson asked.  

Chase narrowed his eyes. “I don’t know…but he clearly is.” Chase pointed to Robbie. Then Chase rapidly shook his head as he struggled to wrap his head around Mr. Pierson’s words. “W-Wait…Robbie was pronounced dead?!” Chase reacted. “When?” he asked. 

“On March 22nd, 2018.” Mr. Pierson told him. “I got the death certificate on April 14th.” 

Robbie stared at Mr. Pierson with shock and fear. “D-Death certificate?” Robbie asked. 

Mr. Pierson looked at Robbie. “You’re…” He shook his head quickly and changed his wording. “It’s complicated.” 

Robbie frowned. “I can handle it.” He told him. 

Mr. Pierson scoffed with both surprise, and slight humor. “You…you really can’t…” He muttered. 

Robbie sighed and nodded his head. “Okay…” Robbie looked over at Jamie. “I don’t wanna know anymore…I wanna see Jamie.” Robbie admitted, looking at the hospital bed. 

Chase nodded his head. “Go ahead, Robbie. I’ll be over here.” Chase told him.  

Robbie went to see Jamie, while Chase and Mr. Pierson walked further into the hallway. Mr. Pierson let out a long breath. “Ooooooh…kay. So, Robbin’s alive…” He muttered aloud. 

Chase crossed his arms. “You know Robbie?” Chase asked. 

“Robbin. His name is Robbin Clancy.” Mr. Pierson told him. “And frankly, there’s no way he should be alive and walking around. Not only is he legally dead in the eyes of the law…but he looks like he’s terminally ill.” 

Chase nodded his head. “I found him sleeping in my basement…so I’m just as confused as you are.” He admitted. 

“Basement?” Mr. Pierson raised an eyebrow. 

Chase sighed and bit his lip. “It’s a long story.” He rubbed his nose. “The kid had broken into my basement to stay warm. I found him, and I’ve been taking care of him ever since.” Chase admitted. 

“Has Robbin ever talked about his past?” Mr. Pierson asked him. 

Chase winced and tilted his head side to side. “A little bit. It’s hard to get Robbie to talk about his past. He’ll only talk about it when he wakes up from his recurring nightmares.” Chase explained. “and from what he HAS told me…It sounds like he woke up in the morgue like that, and his body has been continuously decomposing for a few years now.” the man admitted. “Though…it seems to be really speeding up now.” Chase added. 

“Jesus…” Mr. Pierson looked at Chase. “Tell me, for the love of God…that you’ve gotten him a doctor.” Mr. Pierson begged him. 

“We have. It’s Dr. Schneeplestein.” Chase replied. 

Mr. Pierson sighed and hung his head. “You did not…” 

Chase raised an eyebrow. “Wh-You have a problem with him?” Chase asked. 

Mr. Pierson sighed. “Honestly? Yes. He’s a fraud. An unqualified doctor.” Mr. Pierson explained. 

Chase was surprised by this. “What the hell are you talking about?! He’s a miracle worker!” He argued. 

“A miracle worker?!” Mr. Pierson laughed a little bit. “The only miracle I see is the fact that he’s still got his goddamn medical license.” Mr. Pierson said out loud. 

Chase sighed and hung his head. “He’s not that bad.” 

“You have to be a desperate madman to be able to trust Dr. Schneeplestein.” Mr. Pierson spat at him. 

Chase furrowed his eyebrows, and looked towards Robbie…before looking back at Mr. Pierson with his index finger pointed to the kid. “You don’t call that ‘desperate’?” Chase asked.

Mr. Pierson stuttered. “I…I-” He sighed and closed his eyes. “I guess…” He muttered. 

“You gotta understand that Robbie is more than terminally ill.” Chase told him. “The first thing he remembered after the accident was waking up in a bright white, sterile room with metal all over  the place. Also known as: A morgue! The kid woke up in a morgue.” Chase told him. “When he found the door, Robbie escaped and lived on the streets for roughly 4 years.” Chase explained. “The only place Robbie could call home was his old house which had been abandoned since the incident.” Chase told him. 

“That house was put up for sale for 2 years, before being taken off the market because ‘no one wants to buy a house haunted by a family of 3’.” He told him. 

Chase raised an eyebrow. “Who said that?” He asked. 

“A lady, who called 911 and demanded that the house be demolished.” Mr. Pierson explained. “According to her, she could hear children giggling in the house, and it was creeping her out.” Mr. Pierson told him. “But when I walked into the house…I didn’t hear anything. So I left it alone and continued with my shift.” He told him. 

Chase raised his eyebrows. “Oh wow…” He muttered. 

Mr. Pierson softly huffed and put his hands on his hips. “Which…Now that I know that Robbin is still alive, and was most likely still living there…” He shuttered and stiffened slightly. “I’m glad I left it alone.” 

Chase nodded his head. “Do…do you still have the death certificates?” He asked. 

Nope…Keeping physical copies of death certificates is illegal.” He admitted. “But I have printed copies of their obituaries. Those are free to access online.” He sighed and looked down. “I never could move past Austin’s death…The evil bastard is rotting in jail where he belongs…” Mr. Pierson muttered. 

Chase widened his eyes and froze. “He?! Wait wait wait…” Chase rubbed his nose. “Robbie’s murderer was found and caught?” Chase asked. 

“Yup. Theodus Johnston.” He said. “Convicted of trespassing with malicious intent, with the premeditated murder of 3 individuals; 2 adults, and 1 child.” Mr. Pierson told him. 

Chase could feel the world slow down around him…He knew exactly who Theodus Johnston was. He could easily remember the name showing up on the news back then. He remembered the moment so clearly…

[I had a job at a small coffee shop nearby. It was not the best place to work…but the manager did allow me to bring some tea bags home. It allowed the manager to show the boss how much their tea was selling (when it really wasn’t), and…it gave me ammo for my Bro Average youtube channel at the time. Though the job only lasted about 2 months before the truth hit the surface. When the on-hand inventory stock didn’t add up to the item quantity, the manager threw me under the bus…And obviously, I was fired for employee theft.

But it had been a month into the job…I had just gotten home from work. I had made myself an earl gray tea with one of the tea bags from work. I carried my tea mug and my plate with eggs and toast over to an empty snack tray that Shawn had set up for me. Jamie was sitting there, covering his eggs in maple syrup and eating them already. Shawn was sitting on the couch, eating his eggs while changing the channel with the remote. 

“News? Or HGTV?” Shawn asked. 

I shrugged my shoulders as I swallowed my bite of toast. “News.” I replied. “Make it local.” 

Shawn rolled his eyes. “So…SussexWorld?” He clarified. 

I nodded my head. “Mhm.” 

He turned on the channel and put down the remote, while I took another bite of my toast with jam. 

“First, here are the top news stories from across the county: Brighton Police has apprehended 27-year-old Theodus Johnston from the Ambassador Hotel in Kemptown.” 

A picture of a man walking outside of a lit hotel shows up on the screen. 

“The man has been taken into custody by Sussex Police, where he is awaiting trial for the murder of a family in Brighton City.” Sam Morton said in the news. 

I heard Shawn sigh. “Jesus…” 

I looked over at Jamie, who had lowered his fork and placed it down on his plate. It looked like the news story was affecting him a little bit. 

I spoke up. “What’s wrong, Jamie?” I asked. 

Jamie shook his head and waved his hand, visibly letting me know that he didn’t want to talk about it. He got up from the chair and took his dinner with him while walking out of the living room. 

I ate a bit more of my eggs while looking at Shawn. Shawn shrugged his shoulders and switched it to HGTV instead. Something about that news story was deeply affecting Jamie…And I had no way of understanding what part was bothering him.] 

Chase gulped as he thought about Jamie. Did Jamie know Robbie’s family? Or did he know Johnston? Maybe Jamie struggled with murders in general. Either way…Chase never did know how to bring up the news story to him after that. He just…dropped it, and forgot about it. 

“Chase Brody?” He heard beside him. 

He looked up to the source of the sound, and rested his eyes on Mr. Pierson. “You okay? I’ve been calling you for 3 minutes now.” He asked him. 

Chase cleared his throat and shook his head. “Sorry, officer. Just…shocked. I recognize that name.” Chase admitted. 

“I’m sure you do. It was a big news story back then.” Mr. Pierson mentioned. 

Chase winced as he thought about how to bring it up to Robbie. “I’m really worried about Robbie.” He admitted. “Although…I can’t think of a time when I’m NOT worried about him.” Chase admitted next with a dry laugh. 

Mr. Pierson softened his expression. “I understand. It sounds like he’s been through a lot.” He responded. “Kid barely survived a murder…and according to you, he woke up in a morgue..and appears to be rotting from the inside out. I’m surprised he even recognized me with how bad his eyes appeared.” Mr. Pierson admitted. 

Chase chuckled. “The kid talks about his family sometimes. He even has a police model car that he said ‘the chief of police’ had given him.” Chase admitted. 

“Wait-” Mr. Pierson widened his eyes and smiled brightly. “He still has that model car?!” He reacted. 

Chase looked at Mr. Pierson. “Yup, he does. I gave him new batteries so he could play the siren sounds it came with.” Chase admitted with a chuckle. “The kid has up to 50 model cars.” 

Mr. Pierson chuckled and scratched the back of his head. “I remember almost every model car he showed me.” He admitted. “Austin brought the kid to work a couple times, when the boy was sick, but not contagious. He drew pictures and played with model cars while we focused on work in the police station.” Mr. Pierson told him. “Actually…” Mr. Pierson’s smile lessened slightly. “I got one of his drawings framed and placed on my desk after the funeral.” He told Chase. “I think Robbin would be moved to see I never forgot about him.” He mentioned. 

Chase smiled bittersweetly. “You should bring it over and show him sometime. I’m sure he would love that.” Chase told him. 

Mr. Pierson adjusted his belt. “I might…we’ll see.” 

Chase started to walk back to Jamie’s hospital room, before stopping in front of the door and turning to face the policeman. “And the reason I chose Mr. Schneeplestein as his doctor, was because he was the only closest doctor who was readily available.” Chase explained. “And frankly, Dr. Schneeplestein is the only doctor who we could actually trust to be constantly available to monitor Robbie’s condition.” Chase added. 

Mr. Pierson nodded. “I understand where you’re coming from.” 

Chase looked into the hospital room. “Because even though the kid’s progress had been slow for a while, everything seems to be speeding up…meaning his mental health is tanking fast.” Chase admitted. 

Mr. Pierson looked confused. “What do you mean ‘tanking fast’?” He leaned in slightly. “Does he have rapidly progressive dementia?” He asked. 

Chase bit his lip and slowly looked away. “We’re…not too sure.” He responded. 

Mr. Pierson hummed. “What else could he have?” 

Chase looked up at Mr. Pierson. “It’s a lot to explain in so little time. Would you like to discuss it over dinner some other time?” Chase asked. 

Mr. Pierson shrugged his shoulders. “I can do it tonight. What do you have planned for tonight?” He asked. 

Chase let out a stressed breath. “We were originally planning on having garlic chicken and potatoes for dinner, but…” Chase looked over at Robbie and Jamie. “With Jamie in the hospital…we’re not sure anymore. Our plans are out the window now.” He admitted. 

Mr. Pierson nodded his head. “I’ll be done with my shift at 5pm. I know of a good sandwich joint in Kemptown. It’s called ‘Social Board’, I believe.” Mr. Pierson told him. “If Robbin’s up to eating out in a smaller, more low-profile kind of restaurant…” Mr. Pierson offered. 

Chase smiled and nodded his head. “Okay. That sounds really nice, actually.” He admitted. 

Mr. Pierson’s radio started to go off on his chest. Mr. Pierson sighed and pulled his walkie-talkie off the hook, before placing it towards his mouth. “10-4, on my way.” He said before hooking it back to where it was. “Alright. We’ll meet at 6. And I’ll make sure to bring the framed picture to the restaurant as well.” Mr. Pierson added. 

Chase smiled. “Can’t wait to see it.” He replied. 

Mr. Pierson smiled. “Alright. Pleasure speaking with you.” Mr. Pierson shook Chase’s hand before moving to the hospital door and knocking. “See you soon, Robbie Robbin.” Mr. Pierson said to the kid with a wink. “And get well soon, Mr. Jackson.” Mr. Pierson added.

Jamie gave him a slight smile and a thumbs up.  “Bye Quinn!” Robbie yelled back. 

Chase smiled and waved to the police officer, before walking into Jamie’s hospital room to properly check up on the boys. “Breathin’ better, Bandbox?” Chase asked. 

Jamie smirked. ‘Never better, tea bitch.’ He signed. 

Chase bursted out laughing at the stupid nickname. “Watch your hands, the kid’s here.” Chase teased. 

Jamie’s smirk widened as he slid his fingers out from under his chin, sending Chase a good ol’ fashioned ‘Fuck you’ to the man. This only made Chase laugh even harder as Robbie stared at the two boys with overwhelming confusion. What the heck just happened?! 

[bendingthelaws]

8

Abby had just come up behind Dimitri as he and Colt were discussing her pay.  She really had thought Colt had docked her, but he’d never said he would except when he had every right to.  She would have never complained if he had, and she now hoped that her mentioning it wasn’t going to be a problem with Colt and Dimitri.  They were like a little family in the office, even if the two men barked at each other a lot.  Professional hazard from working with lawyers from what she’d ascertained.  

“I, uh, I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to cause a problem.”  She stood slightly behind Dimitri since he was still blocking the door into Colt’s office.

Dimitri’s teeth ground, the glare he was shooting at Colt was murderous, and he wanted to beat some sense into Colt; but the fact the babe was in the office would keep Dimitri from it.  In his old life, he wouldn’t have given two shits, but he’d left that life behind..mostly.  

He trusted few, even fewer trusted him, and he damned well liked it that way.  For those who he did trust and have his loyalty, he would rip the city apart for them.  He had the connections still to do it, and those who hired Colt often knew that.  It’s why they’d never had a problem with any clients; they knew better than to fuck with him.

If Dimitri ever figured out how to kill someone without touching them, Colt was sure that he would be the first victim.  “You didn’t cause any problems, sweetheart.  It’s just a discussion.”  He looked over at Dimitri with a “happy now” look and gestured for him to get out of the doorway.  They really needed to have this discussion because he needed both their help with what was going on.

After they’d both made it into the room, Colt leaned against the front of his desk, his hands grabbing the front edge on either side of his thighs.  “My brother called earlier.”  He caught  Dimitri’s eye roll and glared.  “We knew he was getting ready to indict Constantin Rakeovich.  We’re still his attorney of record.  Just after the intent to indict was filed, one of Colin’s interns disappeared.”  Now he had Dimitri’s attention and Abby paled.

“Sweetheart, sit down, you look a little pale.”  Colin motioned to the chairs in front of him or the couch off to the side, then waited for her to sit.  “A few days ago they received a,” he considered how to phrase this.  So far he’d been sucking at doing that well.  “An indication that she was not being treated well.”  He looked at Dimitri, it was clear that the Russian understood the meaning.  “Another was received two days ago.  This morning a package was sitting on his desk.  It contained a human eye.”  

Abby couldn’t contain it, she gasped and started to shake.  One of their clients was doing this?  Her stomach rolled and she felt light headed.  She wasn’t sure whether she was going to pass out or throw up, or both.  Constantin Rakeovich had been in their office.  He’d leaned up against her side board and talked to her.  He was charming and friendly.  Now she knew he had cut out some poor woman’s eye.  Her chest felt tight and she couldn’t think straight, panic was setting in. 

One look at Abby and he knew that she should not have been part of this conversation.  What the fuck had Colt been thinking including her.  His starched white shirt had more color than Abby did at the moment.  Colt was lucky he was out of arm’s reach.

“Darling, look at me.”  Dimitri gently took Abby’s face in his hands as he knelt down in front of her.  The girl was more like a little sister to him than an assistant and he was worried about her.  “Abby.”  He was fighting to keep his voice calm.  Thankfully her name got her attention. 

“You’re safe and we’re going to keep you that way.  Understand?”  Her head shook in his hands.  “Good, now you’re going to lie down on Colt’s couch till you have more color in your face.”  Again she nodded. 

Letting go of her head, Dimitri helped her to lay down and draping his suit jacket over her, before he stood up and walked over to Colt.  His voice dropped and his expression became hard.  “You ever pull that shit in front of her again, I will hurt you in ways you cannot imagine, Masterson.  Learn some damned tact and manners.  You seem to have forgotten both of those lately.”

[reliquaryofflesh]

Okay, so when the goddess Isis does it it’s symbolic of rebirth, life, and love everlasting and brings about a new age, but when I do it it’s “disgusting” and “a misdemeanor.”

[promptful]

heya!! i found out your account recently, i seriously love your prompts! you got such a brilliant mind <3 can i request prompts for two colleagues falling in love? :) (im writing a story about two police detectives, but you don't have to make it that specific if you wanna make it more general)

Police Detectives to Lovers

I was inspired for this, and I want you to know that I love this.

WARNINGS: Mention of gun. Violence. Crimes. Detective things.

SCENARIOS

1) You push me out of the way before I’m attacked/shot/stabbed. Why? Why do that at the expense of your own well being? We’re only co-workers. 

2) After being hurt in the field, and every single officer not willing to make the drive, you come to my house every night to make sure I’m all right. 

3) We’re working on a case together and we both get trapped in a room/closet/pantry/dumpster/alleyway. Now what? 

4) Stakeouts are bad enough as it is, but stakeouts with you next to me? So close in this tiny car in this back alley? 

5) Your body pressed against mine as you steady my aim. I can’t help but feel like I’m going to pass out because your hands so effortlessly cover mine. 

6) I tackled a suspect before they could hurt you, and you’re fussing over me. 

7) The captain is considering firing you after some insubordination, and I don’t want to alarm you, but if you leave I’m quitting. 

8) I don’t want to work with (x), they’ve been hitting on me since I’ve started working here. I know we barely know each other, but be my partner?

9) Stop threatening to arrest me for being so cute. 

10) After every night, we disassemble our guns and clean them after the precinct shuts down. Tonight, you’re not here. 

11) I can’t help but think about how good you’d be with kids after dealing with a minor victim. All soft tones and little smiles. 

12) There’s always cases that really mess with your head. And I thought I’d be okay, but I wasn’t. You take it upon yourself to sit next to me and be a shoulder to cry on. 

13) …Have you ever considered any other career path but detective, because right now you’re struggling to work the coffee machine and I can do nothing but stare. My God. 

14) I took off my badge after a particularly hard case without any support. Imagine my surprise when you did, too. 

15) After a new trainee gets transferred to our precinct, you decided to take the seat across from my desk. God, nobody is getting anything done anymore. 

16) You suck at interrogation. Move. 

17) It’s a couple’s hotel, and there’s a renowned crime lord in there. Come in, we have this, right? 

18) You want to start sparring after I was caught off guard by a criminal. More often than not, it ends up with you pinning me to the mat. 

19) This kind of work doesn’t leave time for relationships or love. But—I can’t help but want to explore more with you. 

20) After work, you ask me to hang out for the first time to talk about cases and I don’t know what to do.

[madmanwonder]

RWBY Character Lore: Taupe White

“Name. Taupe White. Reason For Becoming Huntress: Freedom and Self-Discovery.”

— Taupe White to her future teammates

Born in the Kingdom of Mistral. Taupe White is the sole daughter of Verdant White, the enigmatic but dreaded leader of The White Lily Guild an criminal organization/cult/military group and a unknown man who rumored to be either a rogue huntsman, male gigolo, a petty criminal lord or even Marcus Black himself who catch the attention of the feared, esteemed criminal mastermind/master assassin

Her entire past is mysterious to anyone who knew her. Not even Taupe couldn’t remember most of her past outside of the basic stuff such as who is her mother and her former connection to the White Lily Guild. Taupe’s claims she was once member of the Spider until she go awol after a failed heist and been considered a traitor to the Spider and marked to death.

The mole faunus lifestyle is often harsh and dangerous for a young child of her age and skills but due to diligence, determination and luck able to survive to adulthood, though without having a few physical and mental scars that define themselves as aloofness, ruthlessness and a co-dependency to authority figures that often lead to manipulative and abusive relationships between her and the person who she coined as Commander

By the time she reached sixteen years old, she left Mistrial to Vale to better herself for a new future and life as a huntress where she met her new family and her new Commander, Jaune Arc and Team BBNT.

[transpoettryinghisbest]

This was going through my mind throughout the entire investigation for IS-7

[disastercomingfaster]

Serial Killer Better Names

I'm tired of these fucking asshole serial killers getting cool media names. Fuck that. I looked at each case and named them what they deserve to be known as forever. If you are confused on the nicknames, I highly recommend looking up the case, because I made all the names personal to their stories.

Peter Sutcliffe "Yorkshire Ripper" Renamed "Mama's Boy" Ted Bundy "Campus Killer" Renamed "Literal Baby Bastard Boy" Richard Ramirez "Night Stalker" Renamed "Coco for Cocaine!" HH Holmes "Doctor Torture" Renamed "Smegma Man" Robert Lee Yates "Grocery Bag Killer" Renamed...actually no, wait. This one is dumb already, no change! Put that on his fucking grave lol Albert Fish "The Boogeyman" Renamed "Sparky Ass Boy" Ed Kemper "Co-Ed Butcher" Renamed "Tall Glasshole of Asshole" Rodney Alcala "Dating Game Killer" Renamed "Couldn't Even Win a Date" John Wayne Gacy "Killer Clown" Renamed "Discount Pennywise" Denis Rader "BTK" Renamed "SMI (Super Mommy Issues) Ed Gein "Butcher of Plainfield" Renamed "When DIY Goes Horribly Wrong"

[killed-by-choice]

April Lowery, 29 (USA 2020)

This is the last photo taken of April Lowery before she was killed.

April Lowery was only 29 years old. Thanks to the abortion facility known as West Alabama Women’s Center, she will never be 30.

In May of 2020, April was severely injured during an abortion that she was told was “safe and legal healthcare”. Despite being extremely pale, unable to walk properly and in extreme pain, no ambulance was ever called for her. Instead the staff allegedly lied and said she died of a drug overdose and never had an abortion from them.

All the evidence proved otherwise. The drugs found in her system were not enough to kill her. Instead the autopsy revealed that she had a hole torn in her uterus. She died of massive internal bleeding (51 ounces of blood!) at the hands of an abortion facility that didn’t even bother to call an ambulance for her. Her dead child was also left inside of her. Both deaths were completely preventable.

The practices at WAWC endanger all of their clients, not just April. The WAWC has been cited for a long history of assorted health code violations (including but not limited to expired and degraded drugs, rusty surgical instruments, a complete disregard for basic sanitation and illegal dumping of biohazardous waste) and employs an abortionist who had her medical license suspended because she “may constitute an immediate danger to her patients and/or the public” and for multiple instances of misrepresentation on her application.

Just months after April was killed, another client (pseudonym Jane Stone) barely survived severe injuries from an abortion at WAWC. Had the facility been permanently shut down after killing April, Jane’s injuries could have been prevented.

A legal investigation was opened. April’s autopsy results, some of WAWC’s failed inspection reports, the medical board’s cease and desist order and Jane’s legal complaint are attached below.