demonontheinside

[demonontheinside]

Fights, sleeps

Fights

Sewell never completely fights fair. When he does attack - and he does attack - it’s always to overpower. He doesn’t like to kill, too much to cover up. Bruises and broken bones can be lied away.

He always swings from above, a bit of symbolism to show his desire for power and the state of oppressing.

Sleeps

Sewell is a light sleeper. He’s always been an alert man, but working in Ryall, and doing the horrible things he’s done has made him more reluctant to stay in a vulnerable state. He sleeps on his back, with his gun ready to use on his nightstand.

[demonontheinside]

movement and posture headcanons!

send a symbol to find out how my muse…

⋀ stands ♚ sits ☞ talks ➔ walks ♞runs ♐ fights ♫ dances ☾ sleeps ☻hugs ♦ kisses ☼ you choose!

[demonontheinside]

[ He has a look, checking out the entire trailer before returning to Travis' side. ]

If you see that man, let me know.

[ He puts a business card in Travis' hand. ]

Sure, but it’s empty.  *walks around to the back of the truck to open it*

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[ Damn, that sounded like trouble. He sighs again before pressing the call button  - might as well be the good cop for a chance. ]

Don't move, and don't let anyone in the apartment. I'm on my way.

I’m Henry Towenshend, I’m at at South Ashfield Heights, apartment 302. Someone’s keeping me from leaving my room. [His knuckles are white from gripping the phone so tightly, sure that the static will overtake the line at any second]

[demonontheinside]

[ He pressed down on the call button of his radio. He had no idea how this guy got his frequency, but he wasn't about to ignore the call. People in need made great lackies. ]

My name is Officer Sewell. What's the emergency?

[sweet relief sweeps over Henry when a voice answers from the other end of the phone. A real voice]

Thank god- I don’t know how much time I have but I need help.

[demonontheinside]

[ He sighed. ] Do you mind if I check your trailer?

*studies the photograph carefully and shrugs*

Sorry, officer.  Never seen him. 

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Sorry to pull you over like this, sir, but I'm stopping all cargo trucks. I'm looking for a man. Have you seen this man?

[ He reachs into his pocket and pulls out a photograph. ]

*This is odd.  Normally he opens the doors for officers… but if this guy wants him out… Opens door and steps out of truck obediently.*

Can I help you officer?

[demonontheinside]

Hello? Can you hear me?

Yes.

[demonontheinside]

[ Sewell motions for Travis to leave the truck. He can't exactly question him through the window. He's not too worried. A country hick like him isn't a threat. ]

*Travis carefully pulled to the side of the road, putting the truck in park with the hazards on.  He wondered why he was being pulled over… he hadn’t been speeding.*

[demonontheinside]

Alcatraz Pentax K1000, Ilford 3200

[demonontheinside]

notabutcher

[ He flagged the semi down, squad car lights blaring as he motioned for the driver to pull over. ]

[demonontheinside]

yeah sure act like i'm making up you following me

GOD I AM SO PISSED OFF

[demonontheinside]

SHOUTS BACK HELL YES HE DOES YOU HAVE NO IDEA

whispers sewell gets off on the chase for his prey

[demonontheinside]

take your time no rush

ggRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGUUUUUUUUUGHGUHGUHAGDLFAD;LFDKDHKAJS;DHKL;GJLD;AFJDJ

[demonontheinside]

tho lbr sewell's more likely to just blackmail murphy if he finds him

'i should arrest him.... buuuuuut i'm lazy'

[demonontheinside]

calm ya tits cuppycake

DON’T BE A DOUCHE

[demonontheinside]

Outside of the bar, Sewell took his radio and held it to his lips. "New Mexico State Police, this is Officer George Sewell of the NYPD. I need I.D.s and plates run of all the employees of the establishment 'M.I.L.F.s', mike-india-lima-foxtrot-sierra."

He headed to his squad car and sat inside, rubbing his face. Driving was a bad idea, but he didn't want to linger.

She leered after him as he left, maintaining her composure even after he left the building. And then, once she was certain he was gone, she excused herself to the storeroom to let out a horrified yelp into her hand. 

This couldn’t be happening.