#police verse tbt

[timechange]

It’s probably a good thing Marty doesn’t sleep much anymore; he’s only dozing when his homemade police scanner crackles. 

“We, uh, we got reports of a 10-103 on Kennedy Drive… 1646 Kennedy Drive. Possible 10-64.” 

He feels for the aluminum baseball bat by their bed and closes his fingers around it as he stumbles upright, his foot tangled in the blankets. Beside him, Jennifer stirs. 

“Marty?” she asks. He looks over his shoulder, catching her, all half-lidded eyes and messy bedhead, lit up by the moon. God, she’s beautiful. He can spare a moment to kiss her.

“Somethin’s goin’ down at Doc’s,” he tells her once he pulls away. Immediately alert, she sits up. 

“Do you think it’s—”

“I don’t know,” Marty sighs, running a hand through his hair. “But I’m gonna find out.”

“Copy that. 10-44,” the scanner continues. 

“10-4. 10-76.” 

“Go,” Jennifer urges, “They're on their way. But Marty, be careful.”

“Yeah, you got it.” Marty pats the sides of his pajama pants. “Keys.”

“On the nightstand,” Jennifer reminds him. Marty swipes them, stuffing them in his pocket before sprinting out the door. 

The truck roars to life and he floors it down the abandoned streets of Hill Valley. Though there may not be an actual groove worn in the asphalt— something he’s always kind of surprised by— there’s a map of this road etched somewhere inside him, he thinks. Asleep, awake, it doesn’t matter. He can always find his way back home. 

The young man grabs the walkie talkie on the passenger seat. 

“Jennifer, any updates?” 

“Nothing yet, Marty,” his wife replies. “Can you see anything?” 

“I’m pulling in now.” He puts the truck in park and abruptly cuts the engine, which responds by jerking forward. From the Burger King parking lot lights, he can just make out a figure by the fence surrounding @doctorbrown ‘s garage.

Marty clips the walkie talkie to his waistband and grabs the bat with both hands, holding it high, quietly making his way across to the garage. He has to think of how stupid he must look barefoot and shivering in the cold night air. 

He’s about to call out something to interrupt the almost frantic attempts to pry open the padlock on the fence (thankfully, they hadn’t reached the electronic keypad lock he’d installed on the door yet) when he catches a glimpse of the figure in profile. 

All of a sudden, he’s a kid again.

“…Doc?” 

[bloodxhound]

      ❛❛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐈𝐃? ❜❜  Disbelief pulls his lips into a taut grimace.   ❛❛ Press won’t care ‘bout the finer details. If shit goes south, it’ll be the Fey drama all over again. ❜❜   Never one to leave authority uncontested, he cannot help but air his displeasure, even if Soren was the one spearheading the decision.   ❛❛ He talked ‘bout wantin’ to consult angry spirits an’ shit. Doesn’t sound like a very down-to-earth approach t’me. Are you sure ‘bout this? ❜❜  / @sinsolucion, cont. from here.

[pennedbybuttercup]

Shaking. Yakko's hands were shaking, his whole body was shaking, even. Fear took over as every awful possibility flooded his mind, horrible thoughts of what could happen if he didn't make it. Sirens blared and flashlights shone at him, shouts and demands being thrown his way as he stood, stuck in place and shaking.

...Wakko and Dot...

No, no! He had to get away, had to get back to them. At least for enough time to say sorry and leave. He couldn't abandon them, but he couldn't stay now that he'd been caught. Either way, he couldn't stay where he was, either.

The stolen goods left his arms, hitting the ground with a thud as he hit the ground running. Yakko leapt up and over the fence behind him, jumped from once car to the next, and ran as fast as he could.

Soon enough, the very cars he'd sprung across began their pursuit.

"Geez, I know I'm famous, but a car chase? That's a bit kuch, even for paparazzi!" Yakko shouted back, trying to keep calm, to be funny—he couldn't put his toon powers to use unless it was funny.

Keeping his limitations in mind, the eldest Warner reached within his hammerspace. He produced a large anvil and tossed it behind him to start, then kept up the momentum with pies, sticks of dynamite, and whatever else he could think of, slowing down his pursuers and laughing while doing it. At least, he figured, they were getting their comeuppance.

He ran, they pursued. He jumped across obstacles, they swerved around corners and found any shortcut they could. Still, eventually, it seemed that Yakko had lost them. He jumped over the gate, zoomed around the lot, and hurried in the direction of the water tower. Now he just had to climb up and—

He came to a sudden halt before he finally reached his home, nearly bumping into Dot and Wakko.

They were awake. Why were they up, and so far from the tower? Did they know what he'd been doing? But how—

Something caught his eye; the two were standing with their arms full of plastic balls, no doubt from the ballpit he'd turned into his bed. Their eyes said it all; they were confused, angry, even, but just before either could interrogate their older brother, they were cut off by the shouts and demands of the approaching officers.

Yakko didn't waste a second. He grabbed his sibs and hurried to the tower, up inside.

"Pack essentials," he'd said, giving no elaboration for once in his life. His siblings listened well, for the shouts of their pursuers and lack of words from their brother were more than enough to indicate that the situation wasn't a joke. So they packed as much as they could in time: whatever money they had, food for Wakko, and any valued possessions they had.

Just as the authorities had reached the tower, the Warners made their way out, looking down in horror at how many people surrounded them. Yakko scanned the ground for any good escape route, grasping hands of his siblings tightly as his eyes locked onto the ground. There was one spot with less people—just enough to make the jump over if they managed to distract the crowd. Eyes narrowed, he produced a stack of pies, launching them toward the faces of the officers.

He grabbed his siblings' hands once more, as he hurried over to the ideal spot, warning them to "hang on tight!" before jumping all the way down to the lot's concrete ground. Yakko gave then each a quick, worried look before leading Wakko and Dot away.

"Don't let go of me, we gotta run for it!"

[unfortunatesculs]

——————  ❝ AMERICANS ARE A LITTLE HILARIOUS ... ❞ The star felt it slip his tongue faster than he’d meant, a solid attempt at discarding the previous event from his mind as a little reddening dust fluttered to his cheeks. While he was used to the crowds, the fans, the people that security would keep back through the barricades of the stage and autograph stands, he wasn’t quite as used to the ones that’d venture up to him on the streets to speak as if he was someone they were entitled to. The hustle of their integrity was snuffed out in an instant, a clash of accidental tomfoolery leading to their entire drink having been spilled upon their shirt. It was a grave miscalculation that led to a fight, fists flung, their need for looking glamorous in their picture a complete farce now that they appeared more like a Starbucks semitruck struck them across the features and fashion.

        The police had arrived but only ONE of the persistent aggressors had been taken, thankfully the one who’d started this all and made the introverted celebrity back off in discomfort. Should he be used to the forced interactions they caused by this point? Maybe, but it didn’t make the situation just witnessed any less embarrassing or...cringeworthy. When lips had parted to speak, he’d turned his attention to the first person he could, whomever it was had either been involved or just a mere spectator in this stupidity. While small talk wasn’t anything common where Yoko was from, he still felt himself force it out, heavily trying to create some tension relief from the brandished arms over something as simple as someone who had a name across the sea ; he was only just making ripples in the United States, so he hadn’t expected the turn out to be already inciting random people recognizing him just by a passing glance -- or maybe that was some weeb that thought themselves higher than the rest of the world? Either way, he felt his lips turn back into a smile, persona reemerging for confidence, a trial of desire to seem unfazed by the ordeal. 

        Arms crossed over chest, a defense mechanism as blond head would cant as small smile takes hold. The crowd had already started to disperse now that the fight had concluded, thankfully without others like the one now in custody, so shoulders could sag downward, muscles already breathing easier as body no longer felt pressed against a wall. Peppering of accent littered his speech as he added, ❝ Do they always do this or is it just when coffee is spilled? ❞ 

                                                             〤. @criminated​ starter.

[kindcstguardian]

「 Looking after. ／ @allxtherightplaces​ ft. Orihara Izaya 」

   After dealing with the aftermath of a fight that once more, and unsurprisingly, Shizuo had won but ultimately needed to be stitched since some wounds were deeper than the dyed-blond had originally thought     he was a meathead at times!  It was fascinating how adrenaline alongside his inhuman strength would line-up together and made him unable to feel anything, plain numb… though he guessed rage also clouded his mind too.

   He left the second Shinra had finished his treatment, not before actually giving his thanks and leaving past the door of his place. It was a bittersweet sentiment knowing that thanks to his pair of odd friends, Shinra had gotten better at his job by constantly sharpening his skills. And, actually, thinking about them both as a package deal, he hadn’t heard of the informant after a couple of days, did he finally die and his body was in a ditch?  That was both a horrifying train of thought that made him feel strangely anxious but also somewhat pleased at the perspective of performing an autopsy in someone so close to him, someone that Shinra dared to say he genuinely cared about under the disguise of sarcastic and even hurtful remarks. A friend that he went as far as to be stabbed for nevertheless said friend was not precisely living in the same plane of existence of him, thinking above the rest and Shinra didn’t doubt for a moment that maybe Izaya was using him as some sort of bigger pawn in a plan of that twisted mind of his.

   Still, he decided to call him as he grew angrier and angrier at himself, not the first time and certainly not the last that his friend would plague his mind.

[timecapscle]

stares into the void as he tried to tell the pokemon association about the three rockets in the league only to be laughed at, helped the dexholders in situations that no child should ever be in, had his house completely demolished by one of the members of the elite four, had to help fight said elite four member with a rocket, had to fight a whole town from attacking red, got beaten up by maxie and archie because he was studying the red and blue orb, also had them steal his boat. with no help from the police but okay.

[heirxann]

Let’s Go Back In Time! ————  SELECTIVELY ACCEPTING

@konigreich said: 🎧 GIVE ME AILEEN!!

                    Visiting wasn't easy.

          It took months of planning and timing things just right. She had responsibilities as a nation; though fulfilling them with no central government was quite DIFFICULT at times. It was spring. A time for change and a time to escape before the harvest season rolled around once more. So the young girl, barely in her mid teens physically, stowed away on the nearest boat to the mainland. She had done it many times before and every time she knew how to find him, her BEST FRIEND. She could always find Reiner.

          It was never too difficult. He wouldn't be with Emil, the callous God fearing man Aileen had come to HATE. There was one place Aileen knew she could find him. A small field they used to play in; one filled with flowers around this time of year. ( The one where they decided they would be Best Friends Forever. )Even now as she quietly walked through the field, Aileen found herself smiling. She remembered why she LOVED visiting. It wasn't just a way to escape things at home. She loved seeing him and Maria and being with them. It was always a reminder that she did BELONG somewhere and, no matter how troublesome her brother was becoming, she did have a family.

                      But then again, Reiner was so much more than family to her.

          The moment she spotted him, she was quick to crouch down, silently sneaking up behind her unsuspecting friend. The moment she was close enough she lunged forward, covering his eyes from behind as she pulled him close to her. There was no stopping that childish grin this time; nor the fit of giggles that had suddenly came out of no where.   

          ❛   Guess who, Wencel!  ❜   She gave the boy no time to respond, instead uncovering his eyes and turning him so he could face her. Her heart did flips in her chest as she saw his blue eyes and freckles. She truly did MISS him.   ❛   Surprise! I came all this way just to see you! Are you busy? I brought you somethin' this time. I hope you'll like it!   ❜

[bloodxhound]

       “Wrong. It’s popular ‘cause you get to drink an’ torment people.”

" say whatever you want. christmas is only so popular because it's profitable. "

[bloodxhound]

        “Don’t trust that guy.”  Unbidden, the officer approaches the newly arrived detective from behind, content to part with invaluable advice that he was never asked for. His gaze is set on his superior, the one who has provided him with equally as much guidance as he has headaches. Currently, he’s busying himself with fuck-knows-what; a good opportunity to prime the new arrival while he’s distracted.  “He seems nice ‘n’ shit at first, but before you know it, you got no cases but slave away at his pet projects instead. Sightings of Big Foot, research on Loch Ness, how to set him up on a date with Mothman — you name it. Steer clear is what I’m sayin’.” / @kilamantras​

[fcmilybonded-archive]

@redactedtm 

   He’d first heard about the murder through the television, two bodies found, blood drained and discarded in the trash, Elijah had figured vampires. Possibly passing through town, getting a quick snack and making a mess. He hadn’t been too concerned - until there were two MORE bodies found a week later. 

   Not just PASSING THROUGH then. Spies for Niklaus, perhaps? He needed as much information possible - so to the police precinct he went. While he doubted Casey would actually tell him anything - there were other ways he could GLEAN some information from there.

    While he doubted Casey would actually tell him anything - there were other ways he could GLEAN some information from there. So he walked in, eyes falling on his FRIEND as he played the roll of ELIJAH SMITH, author and human. “Casey.” Elijah greeted, smile wide. He spied Garret not too far away, watching them, whom Elijah only gave a FRIENDLY nod too, before turning his attention to Casey. “I have a small favour to ask.”

[mistricked-archived-blog]

‘ ‘morbid curiosity’ is a wonderful way to describe how i feel about you. ’ - to spiderbeck

grave suggestion.

this was wrong. this was wrong and there was an inherent wrongness to the situation at hand, feeling like he was backed into a corner when there wasn’t a wall in sight…and the thing that scared him the most was that he wasn’t backing away from him.   no, he took a step towards him.   and that scared him more than anything in this world.   ‘ g-get back, ’ quentin stammered, an open book with his mask in hand, clenching tighter and tighter in his fist, suffocating the symbol of hope he had worked so hard to uphold.   ‘ get back! ’ he was more assertive this time, inhaling sharp and able to breath until the moment his heart seized in his throat and he tripped, the mask slipping from his grasp as he broke the fall with the back of his head.   quentin groaned, a moment’s respite before fear took hold of him, yanking him by the chest as he looked up at himself in nothing but horror and…no, no just horror. it was just horror. he was scared. that’s all he was.   he was alone. he was truly alone in the world save for himself, no more evident than it was here, come to realize that his greatest enemy was really…himself.   and yet, he still hadn’t moved.   something was holding him here   and it was that something that terrified him the most.   that Something had no name, no face, no cause for accusation other than simply Being, all the while digging through his rib cage for the very thing suffocating him now, trying to steady his pulse.   his Other still loomed overhead, bearing no ill will as of yet…his own mind ran through a series of theorums regarding the state of the multiverse, calculating how fragile it was, looking for plausibility outside of a very real consequence that stood expectantly…no more, no less.   ‘ what do you want from me, ’ quentin whispered, his own eyes burning the longer he stared at him.

[bloodxhound]

SERRANO.

      way to harsh a vibe. for a moment, furious flicks of white lashes beg reconsideration before a protruding lower lip concedes defeat.   ❝ hmph. kids these days, ❞   he whines, taking a sip before his lowered glass uncovers an unbothered smile.   ❝ you’re missin’ out on the simple pleasures, but who would i be to not take up your gracious offer? pick my poison. ❞  

piqued hostility is greeted by none other than patience.   ❝ don’t start a statement disrespecting yourself, barlowe. i don’t care about carbon dating your career. everyone’s got a new viewpoint to share, and it should be heeded, even if there isn’t enough experience backing it. you never know what you can garner from a fresh perspective. that bein’ said… ❞  

his hands are relieved to release the condensation coiling about his cup.   ❝ you’ll find it ain’t always that black and white. and if the evidence shows it, you need to shine light on that, too. pre - disposed biases have no place in our work. someone could have their damn hands pelvis deep in a body, and i’ll still thoroughly investigate that scene. if there’s even a shadow of a doubt, it must be illuminated.

in less words? what would you do with a woman who feasibly could’ve been a culprit, has an aligning time for the deed, and is pleading guilty? would you accept her truth? or carve out your own facts? ❞  

he turns his head towards the settling crowd before dropping his voice.   ❝ and a tip. if it were me… i wouldn’t’ve come with the uniform. you’ll have people running to you for the smallest of squabbles, and i can only hope you’re sober enough to tolerate ‘em. me? i come in civvies only, ❞   he snorts.   ❝ maybe now you’ll get the work you’ve been lookin’ for. ❞

       “I’m twenty-four,” he contests, eager to be viewed as an equal instead of being dismissed because of his youth, like it so often happens with other superiors. Although these dismissals have never deterred him from speaking his mind, he’s come to expect them, anticipate them even. All the greater is his surprise when Serrano not only refrains from brushing him off, but scolds him for doing it himself. He grunts, intending to stifle his blunder-owed vexation with another drink. Waving the barkeep nearer, he orders two glasses of spicy top-shelf rye. Neat, of course; it’d be a shame to dilute or spoil the taste of such an expensive whiskey.  “Time to expand your lil’ school boy palate.”  He grins, a hint of smugness touching upon his mien. Though his words are taunting, he genuinely enjoys sharing what he considers to be worthwhile.  “Cheers.”

         His countenance soon sobers as he listens to the other’s lecture, gaze fixed on his drink all the while.  “That a trick question?”  Undeterred by his own suspicion, he answers in the only way he cares to: truthfully.  “Well. If it were up t’me, I wouldn’t stop at her confession. It could be true. Could also be she’s lyin’ to protect the real culprit. Or she could’ve been threatened by ‘em. Whatever it is, I’d wanna make sure I get the full scope.”  Leisurely, he lifts his glass, tilting it to watch the amber liquid swirl around. A snort.  “No thanks. I’d like if no one’s gettin’ murdered here tonight.”  Or ever, but human nature would never allow for that.  “I’ll keep it in mind. This uniform’s not exactly popular with the ladies anyway.”

[supervisories]

@preymend​

❛ It was just... ridiculously easy for them to ignore, you know?❜ Its refreshing, to be able to talk about this with someone who wasn’t practically begging her to drop her hunch and take a hike. She’d risen through the ranks of the MPD, but not quite high ranked enough to be able to go over anyone’s head. She has a feeling that even the commissioner’s office would bury the story before Sawyer even had a chance to look into it –– what would the public say about the Metropolitan Police Department, letting all these cases of missing kids slip from their fingertips for the past decade? Maybe longer? Over prejudices and assumptions based on meaningless demographics. 

❛ They will gaslight you, and berate you, and suspend you until they convince you that what you’re doing is the most damaging thing you could ever do to your career in the MPD. But this has been going on for a very, very long time, even before... my friend, and that girl you checked in on all the time –– that quite frankly, if you hadn’t noticed her missing, no one would’ve cared to look into. I wouldn’t even know where to start... helping you without the MPD’s resources. But I want to, even if it gets me a lifetime of desk work.❜ 

[bigjoesound]

50 Best Christmas Songs Of All Time: Holiday Music Faves — Hollywood Life

Winter Wonderland

Michael Bublé, ” the king of Christmas, really does a fantastic job covering this timeless.

Sleigh Ride

Relient K’s rock-pop cover of the tune will get you PUMPED for Christmas!

I’ll Be Home for Christmas

Christmas crooner Dean Martin is fantastic for those of you in a relationship.

Santa Baby

Colbie Caillat offers this tune a flair that is summery! Perhaps it’ll also motivate you to escape an island for the holiday.

Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays

‘N Sync — and above all, Justin Timberlake — provide a light-hearted Christmas tune filled with harmony (and cheer, obviously).

Jingle Bells

Perhaps the very well-known Christmas tune of all time. Babs croons and scats her way through this model.

It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year

Pentatonix’s version of the classic is a ca-AWESOME and will shake off any winter blues. They are on tour right now, so don’t miss their epic special holiday show!

Whatever I Want For Christmas Is You

All WE need for Christmas will be Michael Bublé on a loop, and so it shall be.

The Christmas Song

Nat King Cole sings beautifully. Pair this tune with a glass of cognac and a rapid-fire flame for maximum success.

Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas

Zooey Deschanel is cute, funny AND a great singer. Could she please save some abilities for the rest of us?

Underneath The Mistletoe

Sia provides a complete shake — and it is original! There are loads of “la la la la la las,” too.

Little Saint Nick

The Beach Boys will have you tapping your feet for this one. ~RUN RUN REINDEER!! ~

Silent Nighttime

Idina Menzel has other winter-themed tunes besides ‘Let it Go’, folks.

I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus

Remember Jessica Simpson? No? Listen to the anyhow.

Fall in Love This Christmas

This runner-up from The Voice — and before the duo Meg & Dia — brings the coffee store tune you’ve been searching for!

White Christmas

Lady Gaga’s voice is gorgeous with this track — and she constitutes a second verse!

Baby It’s Cold Outside

Idina Menzel and Michael Bublé are a match made in Christmas duet heaven.

Rockin’ Around The Christmas Tree

Rock and bop around the tree for this dip, which features on Hanson’s 1997 album Snowed In.

Blue Christmas

Kelly Clarkson jazzes up this track, which is typically greater than a little blah.

Little Drummer Boy

Bad Religion shreds and drums away for this one.

Christmas Day

Him & she listed this in 2011, however it sounds like it may be from decades earlier. Beautiful.

The Christmas Waltz

Kristin Chenoweth’s comprehensible voice produces this variant one for the books.

Can You Hear What I Hear?

Whitney Houston injects R&B taste into this holiday fave!

Feliz Navidad

This tune is going to teach you each the holiday-themed Spanish words you have to understand.

Frosty the Snowman

#TBT to childhood. All the pleasure without any of the terrifying “Mister Police” crap.

Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer

One of the most absurd Christmas tunes ever. Use it to frighten relatives that OD on eggnog and continue asking you about your own daily life plans.

Here Comes Santa Claus

Elvis. Christmas. Need we say more? This one is going to take you back into the 1950s!

A Holly Jolly Christmas

Curl up into a blanket next to the Christmas tree having a cup of cocoa and let Lady Antebellum do this thing!

It Came Upon a Midnight Clear

Main Bublé rival Josh Groban retains his own here.

It’s Beginning to Look a Good Deal Like Christmas

What is not to like about this timeless?

Jingle Bell Rock

Popularized by ‘Mean Girls’ to our creation. Everyone in the English-speaking language knows that tune.

Joy to the World

Tradition with a Little country! Faith Hill never goes out of style.

Deck the Hall

Necessary. Also, did you know there’s no “s” at the conclusion of the title? Life ruined.

Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!

Vintage Frank Sinatra. Great for a traditional holiday celebration!

Mary, Did You Know?

I don’t say this lightly: PTX’s a capella cover of the tune is, very simply, the very best one on the market. You are welcome.

Should Be Santa

#FBF to childhood, again. The Kidz Bop version has been the only one that I could find; don’t @ me.

O Little Town of Bethlehem

Nat King Cole’s rich voice will soothe you to sleep Christmas Eve for this one.

Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer

I Only Want to BE 5 YEARS OLD AGAIN, OK?

Santa Claus Is Coming to Town

This one’s kind of creepy because it paints Santa as a stalker who peers through your windows to watch you sleeping, a la Edward Cullen.

Silver Bells

Personally, I believe She & Him’s Christmas album is the best of all time, which is only one of the standouts.

What Are You Doing New Year’s Eve?

Ella Fitzgerald’s model is indeed tasteful, but be sure to look up Zooey Deschanel and Joseph Gordon-Levitt’s homespun version, too.

Mistletoe

Justin Bieber’s contribution to Christmas. Not as terrible as one might think.

Mistletoe

This one is different from the Justin Bieber one, promise. Colbie Caillat’s voice is magic!

Somewhere in My Brain

You might recognize this one from ‘Home Alone’, among the greatest Xmas movies EVER.

Believe

Forget about just how bizarre Tom Hanks appeared in ‘The Polar Express’ and listen to the tune from the movie’s OST instead.

Auld Lang Syne

A stunning adaptation – Mariah Carey may sing the telephone book and we would listen.

Santa’s Coming To Get Us

Promise this tune isn’t as menacing as the title suggests.

Let It Snow

This is now among my favourite holiday jams. Him & she always gets it correct.

The Christmas Song

This Raveonettes shake is for all your lounge-y Christmas needs.

White Winter Hymnal

A WINTER tune that everyone can enjoy! If you want more, be sure to check out the Birdy cover of the monitor.

from big joe sound http://bigjoesound.com/50-best-christmas-songs-of-all-time-holiday-music-faves-hollywood-life/

[weofthe100-archive]

@headstrongblake || Con’t

| text message; caris | does that sound like something i would do? | text message; caris | sounds like a caris problem. 

[ text: O Annoying One ] This Caris problem is about to become an Octavia problem  [ text: O Annoying One ] You pull another stunt like that and I’m going to be assigned a new partner while you’re on desk duty and if I have to break in some newbie because you’re a brat, I’m going to kill you and make it look like an accident.  [ text: O Annoying One ] You know I have the knowledge to do that

[bloodxhound]

' don't think you'll find the yeti in here. '

     ❛❛ 𝐈 𝐖𝐎𝐍'𝐓? ❜❜  Utterly unconvinced, he narrows his eyes in scrutinizing fashion as he thoroughly studies the other man.   ❛❛ What a suspicious thing t’say completely unprompted. ❜❜   Maybe his sanity has dwindled a little ( together with his good judgement ) during the search of what his superior has dubbed a potentially monumental find. To Ray, it’s nothing more but another baseless, yet to be debunked cryptid sighting. Disproving it, however, has shown to be troublesome. A wrinkly, printed photograph is retrieved from a uniform pocket, then smoothed out, held between two hands as his gaze flits from its contents to Beck. Oh, he can see it now, the similarity between what’s captured on camera and who’s sitting behind the desk. The work of pure, unadulterated desperation.  ❛❛ What were you doin’ two days ago at 9:28 p.m.? ❜❜