#𝐢𝐢. 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫. ——— writing.

[lindscys]

@webheadedhero ♡’d for a starter (still accepting) !

"i could see it from a mile away –– a perfect case, for my certain skill set."

[mastermicd-arch]

“𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞” 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬   →   accepting.

@vaeile : ❝ don’t you have somewhere else to be? ❞

head moved in a slow nod of acknowledgement at emily's question, not surprised that it had come her way. "i know you have your own way of doing things here." it was never easy, stepping into another unit of the bureau without much information, not knowing the ins-and-outs of how the team worked with one another. but ultimately, she wasn't the enemy. "and i want to help you. it's what i'm here for." she reiterated, though the feeling of being an outsider wasn't one she thought that she would be able to shift, at least for the moment. "i'm not the enemy, prentiss. i'm just as fit to be here as the rest of the team, so use me. tell me where i'm going to be the most value. how to fit in the bau."

[bannannie]

@dvarapala ♡’d for a starter (still accepting) !

"bad decisions make teachable moments." and annie would know –– her life had been riddled with bad decisions that she could only hope might become teachable moments, if not for her but for someone else.

[lindscys]

hand glanced to the watch tied tightly to her wrist –– not one of particular monetary value, much more sentimental. a gift given to her by voight and camille, on her graduation from the police academy. arguably one of the most thoughtful gifts she'd ever received. one thought crossed her mind: it was late. later than she'd thought it was, if she was being entirely honest.

"i think i can take care of myself." words laced with a confidence, not only from a detective but from someone who'd faced more on the streets of chicago than most. if there was one thing she could do, it was get home without a scratch. mostly. "have a good night." she added with a lift of her head, having appreciated the comfort of a companion, no matter how fleeting.

He raises his coffee mug, a mock salute. The more gentlemanly move would to insist that Erin can't possibly be an asshole, and while he does think himself chivalrous when the situation calls for it, Bradley isn't one for blowing smoke up someone's ass. He's an asshole, Erin's an asshole. It's as simple as that.

Unsurprisingly, her comment reminds him of Nat. They've got the same honesty, the same indifference towards themselves. The reminder should bring a smile to his lips, but the missed calls and unanswered text messages make him feel guilty instead. Yeah, he's an asshole, and Bradley's mostly fine with it, but he isn't a great friend.

That's a little harder to bare. There's no nobility in that sort of thing.

He straightens up and waves the bartender over to close out his tab. Bradley doesn't want to see the bill he's racked up. At least, he's clear minded enough to make it back up to his room.

"I should probably head back. You okay to get home?"

[lindscys]

@traumadriven ♡’d for a starter (still accepting) !

"we both did the best we could, under the same moon."

[bannannie]

@dduquette ♡’d for a starter (still accepting) !

"i reckon i could have been a nurse." the comment came, as it often did with annie, completely unprompted by anything that denny had said. if she'd had to explain how she'd come to that thought at that moment, that would involve diving down the rabbit hole that was her mind. better not, really. but it had been said now, and as she folded her legs underneath her, she continued, "did you know i saved ruby's life once? emt said so. so i could totally have been a nurse."

[lindscys]

@webheadedhero ♡’d for a starter (still accepting) !

"you didn't need to come down here." head lifted carefully from where she was perched on the end of a hospital bed –– stitches carefully placed in her forehead from an altercation with the intelligence unit's most wanted for that particular week. she'd only actually gone to the hospital because there had been a refusal to let her continue to work the case if she didn't get checked over first. "it's just a bump, the team are just being over cautious. i'm fine."

[lindscys]

she was no doctor or medical professional by any means, but she'd been hurt out in the field enough times to know what worked and what didn't. and just how badly things could go if you tried to rush a recovery. "you can't push it too hard, you're going to end up in even worse shape. the last thing you want is to be benched even longer, right?" she was bad enough at taking that sort of advice that it felt entirely foreign for her to be dishing it out as if it was nothing. "i've got some aspirin –– do you want some? it'll help ease the pain, at least for a little. you have to promise to still be careful, though." @diemauer

                            braving  through  injuries  was  just  apart  of  being  an  athlete.  however,  it  was  also  one  of  those  know  your  limitation  things.  and  Lucas  was  trying  to  not  push  himself  too  much.  but  he  was  also  not  going  to  give  up.  he  wanted  to  help  his  team  and  to  win.  ❝  danke  ,  Erin.   ❞   the  athlete  replied  grinning  a  bit.  he  waited  for  her  to  grab  and  ice  pack  from  the  freezer  and  once  she  returned  ,  he  leaned  back  a  bit.  ❝  it's  –  i'm  not  going  to  lie  but  it  hurts  quite  a  lot.  I  should  probably  jump  at  that  chance  then  ,  huh?  can't  push  myself  too  much  or  else  i  could  really  ruin  myself  for  the  rest  of  the  season.  ❞ 

[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]

@fyrewalks ♡’d for a starter (still accepting) !

"you wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me."

[bannannie]

𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬   →   accepting.

@misereternal : ❛  when did life become this big monster that we just have to constantly feed ?  ❜

annie knew that feeling all too well. how life just seemed to be on forward fast for the last few years, and she spent so much time trying to keep her head above water that she was hardly able to stop and try and slow it down. it just added to how out of control she felt in her life. "sucks, doesn't it?" was about as much as she could offer at this point. she didn't have any pearls of wisdom to offer, or else her own life might look a little better than it did at present. "something getting you down? i can't say for certain i can help, but i can certainly listen."

[lindscys]

@unsnare ♡’d for a starter (still accepting) !

a quietness washed over the room, leaving just the two agents behind. it wasn't the easiest of situations to navigate, but once again, keen had surprised her. "how are you so calm?"

[bannannie]

𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬   →   accepting.

@spynorth : ❛ you’re being followed ,  pretend you know me . ❜

fuck. annie didn't recognise the voice behind the words, and her steps stopped as she considered what she was meant to do. could she really just believe someone who told her that she was being followed? it wouldn't be the first time that she'd have been heading straight into some sort of a trap, if that was in fact what was happening here. but then again, how often did she get to say that someone helped her out of a situation like this? between a couple of robbed stores and the pile of fake money waiting to be washed at her sisters job, there was plenty of reason why someone might be following her. but there also was reason to think that someone might lie about it to get her into a pickle.

worse things had happened to her. "i need to get laundry detergent." perhaps not the most subtle of conversation starters, but it was hardly the sort of comment one might make to someone that they didn't know. "did you pick up the wine for dinner?" she asked, eyes darting either side of her, scoping out who might be lingering, who might be listening. voice hushed, she asked, "who's following me? and who are you?"

[lindscys]

𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝟑𝐚𝐦 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧   →   accepting.

@hellsurvivr : ❛  how’d we end up on the floor, anyway?  ❜

"poor planning, mostly." erin offered, the slightest hint of a joke in her voice despite her face saying otherwise. pulling at her sleeping bag, the detective shifted in place slightly as she tried to make herself more comfortable, but with no avail. "wasn't it my idea to have some sort of weekend away with everyone anyway? and now i don't even get a bed to sleep in?" the floor wasn't exactly a suitable alternative. "serves us right for being the last car to arrive. next time, i'm getting here a day early."

[bannannie]

@lovedquin ♡’d for a starter (still accepting) !

brows furrowed, prompting deep lines on annie's forehead, as confused eyes danced across the screen in front of her. what seemed like an endless stream of texts from ruby and her sister popped up on the group text chain in front of her, none of them sparking any sort of response from the blonde. "you ever wonder why people don't just use a private text?" she asked, speaking out loud thoughts that danced through her mind. "like, if i'm not into whatever nonsense you're talking about, maybe don't blow my phone up on the group text about it, you know?"

[lindscys]

@unbearablyindifferent ♡’d for a starter (still accepting) !

"maybe ––" the detective started, whisper of a smile threatening to curl up at her lips as she spoke, "–– you should have thought of that before you got into a fight."