#𝐢𝐢. 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. ——— open starter.

[bannannie]

open to: mutuals !

"yikes." as eloquent as a response as you might expect from annie, especially given the circumstances. she was never usually the sort of person you'd turn to in a crisis, so even being told about the sort of sticky situation they'd managed to get themselves in was practically a first. she was so used to being the screw up herself, finding others to turn to, she wasn't used to the roles being reversed like this. what she did have though, were tried and tested methods when these things happens.

it was one of those methods that she opted for almost immediately. the blonde leaned forward from her couch, reaching for two clean(ish) mugs that had been resting on top of the coffee table and putting one in front of her, and one in front of her companion. only then did her hand snake down the side of the couch, pulling out a bottle of peach schnapps that had been kept behind there for times such as these (though granted, she'd thought it would be for her own troubles and not someone else's). clear liquid was poured into the ceramics, with the comment, "i always find it easier to think in a crisis with one of these." as if she needed any justification. "drink up. it'll help, i promise. and then we can try and figure something out."

[lindscys]

open starter : open to mutuals !

blood had spattered its way across erin’s clothes, up onto her skin, red dots sitting at home on her neck and face. she hadn’t had the chance to clean up – she hadn’t even tried. she’d been sent home from the district following the events of the evening, and the detective had found herself driving around the city. she supposed it was a means of clearing her head, although her head felt foggier than ever. she felt lost.

a tired hand lifted to knock on the door in front of her. if she was honest, she didn’t even know how she’d got here. she’d been driving, and the next she knew she was stood in front of their door, looking the way that she did. “i didn’t want to go home.” were the first words out of her mouth as the door swung open. “i’ve – i’ve had a pretty rough day.”

[mastermicd-arch]

open starter : open to mutuals ! muse : kiran mistry, a fandomless oc !

kiran’s back pressed into the couch, eyes closing for a moment as he collected his thoughts about what had happened earlier that evening. “is it me?” he spoke the words into the air, one eye opening to look over to his companion. “am i the reason i have such bad dates? it has to be right, it can’t just be coincidence.” regardless of whether it was coincidence or not, he was getting more convinced with each date that he was just destined to be alone. “maybe i should give it up altogether, what do you think? i’ll just marry my computer, make a fortune, and die a rich, lonely man.”

[lindscys]

open starter : open to mutuals !

"what? why are you looking at me like that?”

[lindscys]

open starter : open to mutuals ! verse : small town !

chicago held too many memories –– too many reminders that despite what others were saying to her, she felt at fault for what had happened to nadia. she should have been faster, she should have seen it coming, she should have saved her best friend. but she’d failed. a fresh start was what she’d needed, or at least told herself when she’d jumped into her car with a duffle full of clothes and no real destination. getting out of the city, a change of scenery, was what she’d needed, though it had been far from what she’d expected. the everybody knows everybody hadn’t been exaggerated. picking up her coffee of the morning was seldom something she did alone any more thanks to the community spirit that came with the constant stream of ‘good mornings’ on the way. “you doing okay?” it was polite to ask, after all.

[lindscys]

open starter : open to mutuals !

erin’s chest rose and fell with the deep breaths that she’d been taking. standing on street corners wasn’t something that she was used to, not in recent years anyway. once upon a time she’d spend her teen years doing exactly that, looking for scores, scouring for john’s, and never had she been more thankful for the way she’d been pulled out of that life. a life that if she’d continued doing, she wasn’t sure she’d have made it to this age. perspective was a great thing, and from where she was now, she couldn’t be more clear that she’d been in a bad place. sometimes though, you can’t see that until you’re out of it.

or until you’re right back into it as part of a case to be worked on. it hit too close to home for her - a young woman, not much younger than when erin had been in that situation. it was uncanny almost, so much so that she almost felt like she had an obligation to make sure that it was right. even if it meant going back to the person she’d been herself and long since buried. a car flying around the corner caught her attention, even more so as the wheels bumped up the curb coming a little too close to where she was stood for her own comfort. “hey, watch it jackass!”