PESSIMIST. ᵃᵖ

@sparedsin liked this for a starter thingy :

                  “Yoooouuu  wouldn’t be ah, F  O  L  L  O  W  I  N  G me ...                        would you…? ? ?”

  her eyes catch a glimpse of the photograph and immediately antigone feels her stomach lurch because she knows this man – manny thompson was her husband’s right hand man. a vile middle aged man who was not afraid to throw his weight around ( nor pull a trigger at the bat of an eye ). she had to protect his identity; what would be said or DONE to her if tony found out that she’d told the police exactly where thompson lived?   but killing a six year old boy? that was unforgivable! especially after the loss of her own! annie shakes a little as she licks her lips, smooths her hair, “ nobody will know if i told you anything, you’re sure? “

               his gaze is trained on her, the REACTION to seeing the photo, especially. looking for that flicker of RECOGNITION. of KNOWING, the look rust could pin-point. knew just how to throw the DART to hit the target every time, but he can’t say the dartboard was particularly FAR with this attempt.

               ‘   i’m askin’ too many folks ‘bout this guy, meanin’, nobody’s gotta know i heard this from you. you’ve just gotta give me a nod in the RIGHT DIRECTION, nothin’ else. given the circumstances, can’t say it’s likely at all that any of this will be traced back to you.   ’

srry for the inactivity !! just taking a small break bc i brought back my daryl blog and ive also been on my multi-muse, and i just...have trouble w/ even being active on one blog, so two at a time is tough, and rust would make it three which...until i have this medical leave, which won’t be in effect until this upcoming wednesday, i don’t see myself being here much. but even after that, i might not. in other words, i guess this is a hiatus notice, but i am planning on logging in every so often or maybe?? doing small things here and there, if i have the muse and feel up for it ! 

“ i am so sorry — i don’t understand the question and.. well, even if i did then i oughtn’t answer it. “ the woman murmurs quietly, licking her lips and linking her fingers together in her lap, antigone isn’t good in these situations - always ends up cracking.

@sparedsin !!

     she kicks off her shoes at the door so she doesn’t track in the dust she’s gathered from walking all the way here. taking her truck would have been too loud – and too obvious, when he’d found it parked outside somewhere – so instead jane’s spent the last hour or so running through the fields to get here. 

         but why here, above anywhere else? he doesn’t want her. shit, he doesn’t even have any furniture. maybe it’s because he’s the only person she knows for sure doesn’t like david. (he’s the only one who’s never been a part of those damn parties.) because even though all david ever does is complain about him, these days, he’s never once said that the dude’s a bad detective. jane firmly believes he’s the only one who’ll be able to help her.

     “detective cohle, could i… could i maybe have a glass of water, or something, please?” whatever drugs he’s on wouldn’t go amiss either. she knows the signs: the bloodshot eyes, the disconnect from the real world – she knows them from experience, and she knows this whole thing would be a lot easier if she got to be a little hazy, too. “–what’re you on right now, sir?”

               he’s had about enough of TEXAS. wasn’t that long ago that he got out of the psych ward, either. he was supposed to be transferred to louisiana MONTHS AGO, the timing was just enough to nearly reach his fucking limit with david. definitely wasn’t the first PIECE OF SHIT he’s ever come across, but when it came to kids — any variation of making ‘em grow up before they were MEANT TO. yeah, that shit didn’t sit well with rust.

      “c’mon, like you ain’t thinkin’ it about them little cheerleader skirts. jane marie’s got a cute blue uniform. ‘m sure that one’d change your mind.”

               but she’s STAYING, & rust is too doped up on benzos to argue much right now. not that he isn’t thinking about DAVID, what he might do when he finds out. if he finds out, maybe. but if rust knows anything about the guy, it’s that he’ll find out. because it’s JANE.    ‘   --- this ain’t a SOLUTION.   ’   he’s sure she knows that, even if it’s not the CONSCIOUS kind of knowing. or maybe it is.

              eyes are red & puffy, they’re distant & glassed over. pale & VACANT, artificial-like. nothing quite feels REAL anymore, not even his eyes or his skin, not when he’s like this. she needed to go, not entirely because of what david might do, but because of RUST. he’s always got some sort of detached element to his presence, like he’s only half-there all the time, but when he’s not here ... not at all, it makes these interactions DIFFICULT. that’s why he’s walking into the kitchen & starting a pot of coffee.   (   the FLEETING THOUGHT: three pills, wasted.   )

               ‘   last i checked, we didn’t OWE each other nothin’. so, i can’t say i’m all too INCLINED to do you any favors.   ’   rust slouches in his chair. his head is throbbing & the world around him is starting to twist. the seams of his vision MELT, colors bleeding into each other, lights turning to thin glowing streaks --- moving slower, seeming brighter. all of it is SUBTLE enough unless rust chose to pay attention. but he knew better.   ‘   --- ‘less we can work somethin’ out. there’s a CASE, need some information. you good for that, then i’ll listen to this, uh ... PROPOSAL you say you got.   ’