𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆

— BASICS

Name: adonis ezra carrington lll Age / D.O.B : november 22, 1982 ( 40 ) Gender, Pronouns & Sexuality: cismale / he &. him /  heterosexual. Hometown: australia Affiliation: law enforcement  Job position: svu detective,  Education: four years of college &. a bachelors in psyche  Relationship status: single Children: 0 Positive traits: considerate, compassionate, loyal, responsable &. honest Negative traits: inpatient, impulsive, reckless, cruel &. workaholic. 

“Detective,” Aaron didn’t have the energy to correct him. That did not mean he took pride in being called Chief still. A part of him wanted nothing to do with the institution, but the other refused to be bitter. Aaron was proud of his men, and although all the credit would be awarded to people who had barely done anything to make it happen, Aaron knew congratulations were in order for Carrington. Oh he would shake hands with his replacement, but don’t expect him to be anything more than polite.

“Mmmh,” he brushed that off. Who could genuinely happy to see his face tonight? The press had done a great job making him into the incompetent responsible of all the city’s troubles. He took it, in silence. Didn’t complain. Didn’t give them that pleasure. “Congratulations. It’s good to see hard work rewarded with results, for once.” How many times had they tried to stab those crime organizations, and it was as if trying to stab a river?

he knew what it was like when someone needed to take the blame for things and no matter what anyone thought, adonis held an immense respects to his prior chief. if he was being truly honest, he wasn’t a great part of the bust down his work in narcotics was eighty percent undercover. he shakes his head as he looks towards his prior chief ❝ honestly chi —— may I call you michael? ❞ he didn’t went to disrespect him in any way ❝ I wish I would have been a part of that whole bust form more, I was UC most of the time and now I’ve been transferred to the special victims unit but ——— ❞  

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“You have seen it?” Anaïs questions, abandoning her glass also. “All the damage? The bad part of it?” She’s doing that thing, questioning things she already knows — and might just know better. She’s the one of them that has locked herself into cells with killers just to hear them talk, without a taser or a gun. In those cases, she leaves the pen and notepad at home, too. Funny — she can’t remember any nightmares coming through. “Your mother is a wise woman,” she nods and tests the flooring, taking a step forward, then another back. She laughs, "God help the ugly ones.”

the inquires perked up all the questions, did he not know about his past maybe she didn’t and maybe that was the most refreshing part. ❝ let’s just say I have a personal reasoning for understanding people who have been through what I see everyday, so, no I don’t see myself giving any of those monsters a reason to get out. ❞  a small shrug of his shoulders, moving the cup around he realizes it’s turned into water at this point. placing it in the counter, he turns to her and a small chuckle leaves his brims as he hears her words ❝ well, they all can’t look like us, poor souls! ❞  he jokes back but makes a brief pause to explain his earlier statement ❝ when I was younger, I took my sister to the park and she was abducted, we found her body years later and the man who did it got out and did it again, he’s sixty-five doing two life sentences consecutively, maybe I’m biased but I’m pretty good at my job. ❞ 

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His jaw sets square, and thick brows furrow around narrowed eyes. Ziggy’s not normally the type to look for a fight, but something about the hero-worship contained inside the hall after the governor’s announcement, the immediate praise that’s heaped onto New York’s supposed finest as though a single act alone is absolution enough — he’s itching for something, and it certainly isn’t any more of the NYPD’s golden-boy act.

“Yeah, well… In my experience, sometimes it’s that very shield that people seek protection from,” he states evenly, arms are still crossed over his chest, unrelenting. There’s a short laugh at the mention of drugs, and the notion to take out the blunt in his pocket to put the man’s words to the test crosses his mind for the briefest of moments, before immediately being dismissed under the weight of, well, history. Ziggy’s stance only tenses further as he listens to the man’s take on Fallon and her family. “I think my friend’s just fine the way she is,” he insists, unsure as to what exactly the other was alluding. “Is there… Is there something I should be worried about, Detective?”

he knows what people think, he knows that not slot of people know about his history and why should they ? he believed in peoples goodness, it may seem hopeless but for some reason it’s the way that he was raised, that no matter how rotten a person may be, there was always a shot for redemption but in his new line of work, that testament he held so hard to was starting to falter. he takes a last of the drink, placing it on the tray as he nodded his head as a response for another one. ❝ and I am not judging you for thinking that way. I understand that anger the people of new york city have built up for the NYPD, we should take in the advice from that people of New York. ❞ 

he remembered that’s how he had met ziggy, there was something about him that called out to adonis. ❝ if you say so. ❞  he understood the image to withhold a family name, the real reason he was here was for his own family and them not being able to make it.  ❝ families are hard but the charming are a different type of family —— a few months back, I had just been offered the spot in the svu unit, my father and fallon’s father decided that a family dinner would be good.  fallon showed up, high as a fucking kite. I tried talking to her but Claudia, her mother came rushing in and said she just needed sleep, next thing I knew she was in some retreat and then she months later she’s here in new york doing great ——— look I’ve seen my share of addicts and maybe she’s better now but if I were you, I would keep a closer eye on her. ❞ 

He was right. she had made it clear that she didn’t want to be with him, even though it wasn’t something that she wanted to do. But protecting him by lying to him was better than the alternative, and though he didn’t realize it at the time, he would agree with her. “I don’t have any intentions Adonis….i’m here because like you, I was asked to be.” Taking a sip of her drink, the woman looked around and tried to ignore the snub he had given her. “Just because we ran into each other here doesn’t mean I planned it, literally everyone is here.” 

“Security would’ve thought I was walkin’ in off the street! Would’ve had my ass kicked into the gutter.” He teased with a shake of his head, following Adonis’ line of sight, “Uh, yeah, lucky enough to get puked on while tryin’ to make sure she gets in a cab alright. I’ll leave that task to whatever date she probably came with.” Lonnie snorted then, teasing the other, “Damn. Guess I gotta make my intentions known early next year, huh? Save all the trouble of us comin’ separate. Would ya get a matching tux? It’s not worth it to me if you’re not gonna commit to a matching tux.” He replied, shaking his head in faux seriousness, “Like we’re goin’ to prom.” Though, Lonnie didn’t remember a lot about high school (consequence of getting knocked out as part of your job), but he did remember cutting out of prom after about ten minutes in favor of something he found more interesting than wearing a tux and swaying awkwardly with a cup of warm, too sugary punch. 

he shakes his head ducking his teeth ❝ I would have never let them throw you out,  I would have said you were my plus one. ❞ he teases him, smiling at him and taking a sip of the drink in his hand. he shakes his head as he hears about the outcome of one of the girls being sick, he had one too many stories at the precent  of suspects being sick or simply a homeless witness not feeling that well. ❝ it’s funny how I can take that smell of a rotting body but not bodily fluids. ❞ a small chuckle escapes his brims as he looks at that male before him.  ❝ it’s like you don’t know me at all ——— of course we need to have matching suits, I wouldn’t ask for it any other way.  ❞ oceanic hues scan the room of people ❝ so, what’s your goal by the end of the night ? ❞ 

      the  night  was  moving  slower  than  the  young  woman  was  hoping  for  and  all  she  could  do  was  drink  and  make  small  conversations  here  and  there  .   after  so  many  pleasing  conversations  about  the  rise  of  online  journalism  and  what  was  going  to  become  trendy  ,  sutton  was  starting  to  fell  .  .  .  bored  .  she  had  already  completed  all  the  notes  and  quick  interviews  she  needed  to  write  her  column  tomorrow  morning  but  when  she  spotted  an  all  too  familiar  blonde  head  ,  sutton  could  not  stop  her  feet  from  moving  .  

      ❝  detective  carrington  .  .  .  just  came  to  offer  a  congratulations  .  i’m  sure  everyone  in  your  life  is  very  proud  but  i  do  have  to  ask  .  .  .  ❞  the  young  columnist  started  ,  taking  a  long  sip  of  her  drink  .  the  liquid  courage  running  through  her  veins  as  she  eyes  the  man  up  and  down  .    ❝  what’s  the  next  step  on  the  crusade  against  the  bad  guys  ,  ❞  she  finished  ,  a  teasing  tone  added  to  her  last  statement  .  lifting  her  brow  ,  sutton  grabbed  her  phone  and  opened  her  notes  app,  ❝  any  comment  ?  ❞

he knew that he was here simply because of the reason that the commissioner wanted to have the golden boy behind the blue shield dazzling all the further donors and letting them know that the easy was in much safer hands or so that’s what they wanted the public to think. seeing Sutton approach him was definitely something that he didn’t want to get into tonight but regardless of his personal feelings, he was in a public place is not like he could just blow her off. 

he nodded as she gave him her own version of a congratulations, then again everyone seemed to be making their own. ❝ of course you do. ❞ he says as he looked at the brunette before him ❝ the only next step is to make sure that the city takes these attack on woman and men more effectively. ❞  he says as he lets oceanic hues scan her up and down ❝ the NYPD as well as SPECIAL VICTIMS, Will do what they can to keep the city safe. ❞  finishing the last of the bourbon in the glass cup he turns to the femme once again ❝ off the record ——- why don’t you ask me what you really want to ask me, I’m not one for beating around the bush. ❞ 

though he wasn’t aware who he would bump into ; SUTTON HODSON she was an aspiring and very intellectual person but that one moment when she didn’t have all the facts and mentioned his sister, things went awry quite quickly. ❝ what can i do for you, Ms. Hodson ? ❞ 

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Her chest felt like it was caving in at that very moment. She thought her reckless decisions and choices were decades gone but as Adonis stood in front of her with his suave self, she realized they weren’t. She had chosen not to involve him and now, she couldn’t imagine how she’d be able to explain her reasoning. What if it was just because she just wanted to? She knew she could raise her daughter on her own, and a little help along the way, but she didn’t need him. Just like he didn’t need her the past sixteen years. The phone worked both ways, right? She shook her head, letting out an exhausted sigh. Suddenly the past sixteen years were weighing heavy on her heart. 

“I didn’t mean to upset you.” “Then stop talking,” she told him, looking over at him. Tonight was not the night for this discussion. She had far too much work to do. But now, she couldn’t react how she wanted to. It all broke her heart. “I just think you’re lying to me,” she turned it back onto him. She was good at that. “Why now? It’s been over a decade, Adonis.”

adonis pushed everyone away, after what happened to aria it just seemed like nothing else mattered, leaving seemed like the best solution that he could come up with &. it did work for sometime but he had to come home and face everything that he had avoided over half a decade. he didn’t want to make her upset that was far from what he wanted out of this night and yet here he was. 

he can’t help but smile as she mimicked him : so bossy. just like she did all those years ago. his mood shifted as she told him that she felt that he was lying to her ❝ I might be a lot of things but a liar to you, never. ❞ or to anyone, he didn’t see the benefit of lying when sooner or later the truth would come out. ❝ I don’t know and I know that it’s not the ideal place to tell you but the time doesn’t erase what I feel for you, at least not for me. ❞ 

Lonnie laughs, greeting the other man with a small smile, “Mmm, yeah, I thought it was little more appropriate than my normal fit. Gym shorts and hand wraps don’t cut it, I don’t think.” Though, maybe being underdressed would’ve gotten him kicked out- that he could have preferred, truthfully. He shakes his head, “C’mon now! I’m flyin’ solo tonight. But maybe I won’t leave solo- who’s to say.” He’s joking, for the most part, “What about you? You look good, man. Here stag? I coulda been your date, damn.” He teases. 

adonis shakes his head as he looks at the homme before him ❝ what can i say, you surprised me. i swore that you were going to show up in some cargo pants.❞ he couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle as he looked at the lonnie. ❝well, there is a lot of pretty woman tonight, i’m sure that you will certainly get lucky.  ❞ he watches the blonde whose downed her fifth tequila shot in less than thirty minutes, pointing at her ❝ i would go save her but maybe you should, might get yourself lucky,  ❞ he take a sip of the brown liquor in his cup and looks up at lonnie ❝ could have - should have, wasn’t going to wait forever for you to ask me out.  ❞ 

The smile she had on her face faltered a bit at his comment. She knew she had to leave him. He was getting too close too her secret and the last thing Ophelia needed was for him to get hurt because she had let her feelings rule over her logic. If he needed to hate her, she would let him. It didn’t mean it didn’t hurt any less. “Right, your promotion. I know it doesn’t mean much, but i’m proud of you for that.” And she was, even if it was the main reason why she had to leave him in the first place. “You know, you’re a lot nicer when you’ve had a few drinks in you Don. I distinctly remember you used to get very excited to see me.” Just because she missed him didn’t mean she couldn’t mess with him a bit. 

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“i’m alright. what about you?” seeing law enforcement at this event wasn’t surprising. she kept her tabs on them, feeling that she was distrustful towards them for valid reasons. there were very few cops she didn’t absolutely despise and he was one of them. he’d at least put an actual effort in and tried to help after her parents were killed. “they’re doing good. getting good grades.” her tone was full of pride when she spoke of them. they were her number one priority, she’d do anything for her siblings.

he knew very well that her life had not been easy, she had to grow up fast and take her of the little ones. ❝ it’s been good. it seems like everyone here has an excuse to let loose tonight. ❞ he watches as the room that entailed of the older crowd had one cups too many. when her parents were murdered, he did his best to help in every way that he could. ❝ well, that’s the goal keeping them on the right track, you do know if you need any help, you let me know. i have very good connections to various private schools, you know my father and mother would love to help as well. ❞ there wasn’t any differences between in morals between and his parents.  ❝ join me for a walk outside ? ❞ 

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Her eyebrows furrowed as he spoke and she felt her heart begin to beat faster. A part of her wished she didn’t acknowledge him. Maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t have realized it was her. That was until he presented a relic of their past together. She swallowed the lump in her throat as she looked at herself before everything, before all the hard times, before she grew to become who she was now. The times they had were based off pure blissful ignorance. She looked up at him with glossy eyes, shaking her head in disbelief. “What the fuck?” She said, she couldn’t even begin to form full sentences. They had a wildfire romance and they were so young and naive, but now, it had been over a decade without him. She was no longer that naive girl. 

“I–I can’t fucking do this right now,” she said, gripping her drink tightly and bringing it to her lips. She was always good at brushing off her issues, something he had definitely witnessed in her teenage years. “Can you put that away? Please?” she asked him. “Just– I– Adonis. Why are you telling me this now?” 

their history was one of the purest thing that he had, something that hadn’t been harmed by his demons but something that he looked back to, something that made him want to come back to but he didn’t see how much damaged he had done with his departure or just with his words in this very moment. her words cause furrowed brows and piercing green eyes focus on her darker orbs. 

he wanted to reach out to her but he didn’t if that’s what she wanted, from a young age he understood their boundaries. placing the drink down on the counter he reaches for her, always like a habit after all this time. ❝ hey hey hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you, it was foolish of me to reminiscence on the old times, you must have a family and a life that I no longer am a part of, I didn’t mean to upset you. it’s far from what I want, something I would never want. ❞ 

“Of course. Everyone likes to show up for a good cause.” There was only an underlying hint of cynicism in Adam’s voice as he spoke. He wasn’t stupid enough not to understand that the showing up was often a bigger draw than the cause itself, especially for the wealthy. He’d seen that firsthand, after all. “I get that,” he agreed. “It’s good to keep busy, most of the time.” Shrugging his shoulders, he watched as a water scurried past with a tray of hors d’oeuvres and took one, though he held onto the small plate. “Yeah, I can’t imagine. But of a different world. Hard work, but - someone’s got to do it.” He nodded, looking at the officer for a moment. “I guess in those cases the defense attorneys can be a little harder to stomach.”

a good cause ? in his mind people such as this only like one thing and that was to flaunt their empty checks at people thinking that they made a difference. ❝sure is.  ❞ he and spend too much small talk already in politics and how the nypd was being at fault of being defunded.  ❝ I didn’t think I would have the stomach ( or self control ) for it but I haven’t been suspended yet. ❞ he knew all too well how 1PP was up their asses over the most minimal things. ❝ scum defending scum, hasn’t changed but everyone has to pay bills, right ? ❞