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@beyondthescully / continued from here.
[ msg: scullspeare, sent ] whats the point of the fkin acronym then?? [ msg: scullspeare, sent ] u know a tosser named skinner? got me cornered in an office asking me about my """intentions""" with the department [ msg: scullspeare, sent ] feels like im getting the shovel talk from uncle bloody fester [ msg: scullspeare, sent ] if u dont get me out of here im telling him we're all fucking and u can handle the workplace goss on ur own
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@beyondthescully liked for a sentence starter!
"Anything good happen while I was gone?"
@beyondthescully liked for a sentence starter from A.D. Skinner!
"Agent Scully, good. Come in, I have some news about that license plate you reported."
'you got all my love. it's yours if y'want it,' @beyondthescully.
Gravel crunched under his feet as James made his way along Nathan Road. Something had called him to leave the apartment, to leave the safety of inside. Something was here. Something beyond him and the monsters that seemed to loom around every corner. He could hear them, shuffling and crunching against the underside of cars, against the cracked asphalt that somehow remained after all these years. There was another person out there. Another person in the town that was living. That was breathing. It wasn't Angela, or Eddie, and it wasn't Laura either. He hadn't seen her for quite some time now, which was kind of a shame. He hoped she was okay. She didn't deserve to be in a place like this.
With people like him.
Sunderland stalked his way through the empty streets, rifle in hand and radio turned on. His eyes and ears were primed for anything out of the ordinary. Anything he hadn't witnessed in his time here. Any sign of life that he could practically FEEL waiting out in the fog.
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TRYING TO CHANGE THEM CHANGED ME FOREVER.
@beyondthescully & @consumare & @spookyagentfmulder.
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IT'S OKAY, @beyondthescully, WE DO THIS ALL THE TIME.
geraldine had always been such a good kid. smart, clever, and polite; just shy enough not to get up to mischief, not so meek as to let herself be bullied. chas thought he'd stopped worrying about getting called to the office a long, long time ago.
the thing is, he'd never factored in the far more likely possibility that he'd eventually, inevitably, get that call for john.
not that the asshole actually called him, no, perish the thought. he'd just texted, and right while chas was zonked out on the couch after a six hour shift and some sparring with river spirits besides. so now he's here three hours late, with only one shoe tied and his hair sticking half-up, because his stupid friend got himself tied up with the friggin' fbi, somehow. knowing john, they'd give him the electric chair just for a few hours of peace and quiet.
it's on his third round trip to a basement floor that's starting to look frustratingly familiar when he finally tamps down on his pride and gingerly raps his knuckles on the door of some office or other, the apologetic weight of his hunched shoulders drawing him under the frame as sure as any bent back would. " hey, uh — sorry to interrupt. i'm looking for someone, and i think i just keep getting more lost the longer i try to find them. do you know where i'd find an agent, uh . . . ' he squints at the phone. ' . . . agent scullivan, anywhere? '
