"As high as the last glass of whiskey."

A finger to her temple and a small salute to him in return.

“Detective.” Just what is it about deadly women and detectives ending up like two peas in a pod? // @meritoriousenforcer

    The look he leveled him with was even, his expression     impassive.

    Where was he going with this? The answer seemed simple     enough, and Stefan seemed be one of the more rational     men in his service. Gundersen figured he would have settled     on an answer to that himself. So, the growing irritation at     being questioned made sense in his mind, his fork resting     down on the empty plate as he stood. He had figured it best     to ignore how accusatory the question was in the first place.     For now.  

    “You was hired to catch a criminal, ja? That is where I am     going with this.”

   A PART OF HIM HAD EXPECTED WORSE, somehow. Shoulders pulled back and form going just a tad rigid-- Stefan did his best to conceal most of that as the other had shot him that look before bringing himself up. Offending the man with that well intended ‘inquiry’ was but inevitable, really. Not with how things were going. Not when he wasn’t the sort to just stand by and blindly follow orders.

   And yet, that option had remained there the whole time. He could have very well kept his mouth shut. Could have kept things simpler for himself. So much simpler. Especially when working alongside someone like this. THE SWEDE- no pun intended, was nothing but the calculating sort. Not a fella one would have wanted to sit down at the bar with after a hard day’s work, that’s for sure. And yet, here he was, sitting right across from him as he had his meal for the day.

It had been interesting to watch as men in finely pressed suits glossed over the crime scene over and over again, all of which scratched their heads in wonder at how a motorcycle had been cut so precisely in two and the driver coming out unscathed. The driver in question being Rosa. It was then a man in a brown plaid blazer had begun his interrogation, asking how it had come about that her vehicle was in such a sorry state. She then replied with a simple word; witchcraft. To which his face screwed up in confusion and his statement following short after.

“Try the first thing that comes to mind, my dear.”, she chuckled.

   THIS WAS NOT SOMETHING YOU’D SEE EVERYDAY. A lady draped from head to toe in a manner akin to that of a LICORICE STICK. She almost seemed more ready to attend a WAKE more than anything. And NOT having ridden upon such a vehicle to GOD KNOWS WHERE. Even in its seemingly impossible state, the designs on this thing was... something one could have only truly seen in comic books. Stefan was already doubting the fact that he could get anything out of this lady, the moment he had approached her with his notebook in hand-- and he had been right.

   “’Never thought the day would come when I can actually say that I was saved by the MAN OF STEEL himself!”  Perhaps just a little too GIDDY in tone and in the first few steps that he would take in the other’s direction then-- He was thinking, oh boy, was he trying to, at least. No longer just in print-- but in the flesh himself! 

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   Thank you so, so much, buddy. You have always had my back and I’m so grateful for that. Doing this together with you sometime last year was definitely one of the best choices I have made. To meet with such an amazing person that loves LA Noire just as much as I do... I really am grateful for you, bud. It’s an honor to have you as an RP partner and to have you as one of my bestest friends. And I’m glad you think I’m doing alright with him, I-I will keep trying my best with him... <3

    This was frustrating, to say the least. The last place she wanted to be, if     anywhere. It was an odd feeling, not wanting to be there but not sure if     she wanted to be anywhere anymore. Still, the room was clean, the air     smelling of papers and wood, ten times better than the rot she had been     used to smelling. It was comforting, unfamiliar.  Zoe heard the question,     her eyes blinking tiredly at the detective, but didn’t really reply all too quickly.     She actually wasn’t too sure how to answer his question, if these people     would even believe her.

     Zoe didn’t want to talk about this. She never wanted to talk about this and      wouldn’t, if she could help it. Still, they dragged her down here, she     doubted they’d let her go if she didn’t at least talk a little bit.

     Shit…

     “I, uh…I don’t remember the date,” she said, crossing her arms as she      looked down at the table in front of her in thought, trying to explain it      without visualizing it too much. “It was durin’ the aftermath of the hurricane,      or what was said to be…my daddy had went out into the bayou with my      brother and found Mia, then…the girl shortly after they got her settled into      my trailer. It all happened so fast after that, my mama first…”

   A SIMPLE ENOUGH QUESTION that would only bring about so many more questions-- as always. An assuring fact that it was a sign that they were being led down in the right direction from there. A long road that would of course take many turns to get there, but paved with the possibility of a BIG REVELATION to finally close the book on it all. 

   FOR ALL THAT SHE HAD SEEN and experienced, they themselves were supposedly fortunate for not coming across themselves. Even as the soft aroma of caffeine beans and sweeten milk wafted through the cool air, no one would ever truly feel comfortable in this room. The overall cleanliness of the room itself seemed unfamiliar to the woman-- and yet, she didn’t necessarily appear to mind it all that much, either.

Cole flipped through his notebook, mentally taking notes of what they just covered, looking between what he wrote down and what was reflected on the scene. The witness was already itching to leave. All evidence has been accounted for. He turned back to his partner and lightly shook his head. “No, I think that covers it.” he said before holding out the keys for Bekowsky to take from his hand. “Here, I think you know the way better. I’m still learning, after all.” Cole didn’t  comment on it, but he could see how Stefan was basically gripping the edges of his seat  while he was in the driver’s seat.

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“You look…. familiar.” he said as he stared at what would essentially be his goddamned mirror image in front of him. He wasn’t at his usual haunt but deciding to call it a day after a wild goose chase, Stefan decided to crash at the nearest bar to relieve the pounding headache he’s been dealing with all day. A headache that was about to get worse as he stared straight at his own twin.

“…Were we separated at birth or something?”

   GOING SO FAR AS to raise a single hand and slowly wave it in front of the other in a circular motion (Just to see if his mirror image would follow), silence was quickly broken, the moment the OTHER had spoken up. 

   A small JOLT on his part (For reflections were normally silent), to which he quickly tried shrugging off with another sip of his drink. Too late on regarding that action as a bad idea-- here’s hoping some alien doesn’t actually come out from that PLAID SUIT and abduct him, right there. This was so much like one of those covers of ‘ANALOG SCIENCE FICTION AND--” whatever the rest of that magazine was called. The covers would often get his attention as he passed by the newsstands, but never enough that he would purchase a copy of one of them, just yet.

` ° * ✧ ° RANDOM SENTENCE STARTERS PT 2.

Accepting!

   EXPRESSED EVEN MORE HALFHEARTEDLY (For no effort could be put into anything else other than that wardrobe of his, he supposed) than a little candy heart sawn by a hammer. He had barely begun to spare the other a glance, as loud as that remark was– with a deadpan obnoxiousness that could give even a 30 year old phone operator a run for her money. 

   Ending it all before it even all began. 

   It hadn’t necessarily been GIBBERISH, to say the least. Even when he had given it a quick read over of his own (Half his attention already taken with a mental eye roll). Lips almost having second thoughts on giving the quirk it had initially planned, before it came in full force, with a seemingly friendly raise of his hands into the air.

   “And that’s why we have partners, right? I’m sure Phelps will fill you in if you ask him nicely enough about it.”

` ° * ✧ ° RANDOM SENTENCE STARTERS PT 2.

Accepting!

   “So, what are we, an old married couple, now?”

   YOU’RE… GETTING A LITTLE ON THE WHINY SIDE THERE, friend. And god dammit, would you actually let him explain what the hell just happened, then? 

   It was clear that both their patience were wearing THIN, that very night. And for several reasons, to say the least. With Mister PARTY MAN here thinking that his big moment had been ruined, once the undercover detective had placed open arrest on his ‘new friends’. And with said detective now nursing a few bruises on his face and sides from a tussle with more than a handful of uncooperative folks, even when BACKUP had been there with him.

   With a convoluted mixture of AMUSEMENT (For how could he ever forget seeing the guy flailing about on the dance floor, when he had first stepped through those doors? Stefan had nearly blown his own cover, right then) and MILD ANNOYANCE (Because give the guy a break, Rhys!) twisting its way onto his features, Stefan briefly ran his hand over his face with a sigh. 

   Look, Rhys, you are a good guy, and he can see that. But, sometimes… that DESPERATION NEED to be a little more than who you already tends to get the best of you, doesn’t it?

   “Look, Rhys, you would have been placed under arrest and thrown in the slammer right then with the whole lot of them. Others nearly put you down as an accomplice if I hadn’t persuaded them otherwise…” Exhaling a deep sigh, Stefan stared down to one of those glow in the dark cocktails that littered the bar table then, “Anyways, ‘never really expected you to be the clubbing sort of guy…” Truth be told, he seemed more like the kind that would sit back in a lazy boy and have a cat nap in his lap on his nights off, “… Your colleagues dragged you down here, didn’t they?”

` ° * ✧ ° RANDOM SENTENCE STARTERS PT 2.

Accepting!

   “Heh, I’m happy to see you too, kid.”

   LIGHT TEASING ASIDE (In an admittedly exhausted manner to lighten the mood), Stefan had already begun to kneel himself down before her. Revolver long since shoved back into its holster, his rusty axe had also been set down to the side, once he was sure that the very last of those WALKERS in the area had been dealt with. Once he was sure that it had truly been safe for her to come on out from her hiding place.

   “You alright, there?” The man had nearly chuckled then, upon realizing how he was checking her over once more in exactly the same fashion as when they had first met. And, the same sigh of relief would make its way past chapped lips, once he had confirmed that she was completely UNSCATHED. Understandably wary, but at least she still had the strength to stand on her own two feet, at that very moment.

   IT WAS EVERY MAN FOR HIMSELF, to put it simply. Especially when it came to those HORDES. Luck wasn’t normally on the side of most that would still cling onto their sympathy for others... What fool would have even come back to a now ruined camp? To have seen the SMOKE, believed to have heard the gunshots and screams of horror in the distance... What were the chances of him going back there to save at least ONE SOUL, if not himself?

   He had done what he had promised in the first place, done more than any STRANGER should have for another STRANGER, really. And brought her to that camp to reunite with her FAMILY. Informing her then that he was planning to head off in the opposite direction after that, believing that the people of the vicinity would be more than glad to take over the RESPONSIBILITY of finding the child’s relatives. Obviously, they would have known the area far better than he ever could, and would have found them in no time-- if they had been there, that is.

   For now, she was fine, they were fine. The two of them still needed to properly gather themselves before planning their next course of action. Were there other survivors hiding around the now ruined camp? She couldn’t be the only one left behind, right?

   “Hey... Even if the world’s changed since then, that’s not gonna stop me from serving and protecting the innocent, y’know?”

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your archetype is the realist.

traits: practical, understanding, honest, brutal, logical, creator, intelligent, sensible, down-to-earth, reasonable

the realist is most commonly used to symbolize the highest possible outcome in a dire situation. they are the ones who have everything planned, and hand out reality checks as if they were pamphlets to those who need them--which, quite honestly, is everyone who isn't a realist. although they can be harsh (brutal truth over merciful), they are nurturers and care more than they let on. realists tend to do things that will lead to the best outcome, and use their knowledge of reading people to manipulate situations and problems in order to get out of a rock and a hard place.

fictional characters that are realists: hermione granger, dana scully, thorin oakenshield, lestrade (from sherlock), leia organa, willow rosenberg

       What was he talking about? Mari wasn’t too sure, the expression        on her face echoing that confusion as she tried to quickly scrub        at her eyes that were burning with tears that had yet to be shed.        She was seriously confused, way before this man started talking        to her, but she tried to keep a strong face, despite everything. In        light of that, she still found herself admitting pretty easily to her        next statement.

       “I’m scared,” she returned, “It feels weird. I’m really warm but cold,        I’m really tired and it feels like I’m going to fall over if I stand—and-        and I lost my family. I don’t know where they are anymore and…I’m        scared. That’s how it feels.”

       She paused, looking away before she looked back over at him, a look        of alarm crossing her face.

       “I’m not…I didn’t get bit, I promise.”

   It was really something to be DEEPLY ADMIRED, a kid her age staying this brave, especially through all of this. It would have been regarded as a TWISTED BLESSING, if a kid were to be born AFTER the OUTBREAK had begun. To be raised and to be made to believe that getting through all of this EVER SINGLE DAY was but the NORM OF LIFE ITSELF. But, from what it seemed, she wasn’t one of those.

   “Hey, it’s alright...” A little HALF TRUTH, right there, “It’s alright to be afraid.” He went on, and with just a little caution, reached out to her hands. “Just take a few deep breaths, it will help, I promise, kid.” She seemed small enough to carry on back if needed to, especially if her legs weren’t cooperating with her, right then. It was then did eyes narrow for that brief moment as he looked over exposed wrists and forearms... before an ASSURING GAZE raised to meet hers.