#drkroots

"please stop moving. i know it hurts but the more you move, the more it's going to hurt."

@drkroots (Shannon) // starter call

'all i have are old enemies. except when i make new ones, too,' it was much more lighthearted than a man in his condition should sound. the cut to his arm was deep, it would leave a scar. it was still trickling a bit of blood, and he knew he'd need to stitch it up, but not before he stopped the dizzyness fogging up parts of his brain. what he needed for the pain was whiskey, which was why he tried to reach for the bottle sticking out of one of his bags. the only problem was, his hand missed and he nearly fell from his seat. fin looked green, or pale, or like he was going to pass out. 'jesus christ,' he huffed, blinking a few times before he squinted at the other. 'can you just - can you hand that to me?' @drkroots / cont.

unconventional had been parker's way since he started with the fbi. even his superiors could tell you that he was a rule breaker. the only reason they hadn't written him up or kicked him out was because he got the damn job done. always. and if he needed to rough a few people up - or, in this case, keep them for a little more intense questioning - agent nash had no problem doing so. 'the sooner you talk, the sooner you and i can both get outta here,' parker, rolling up the already wrinkled arms of his sleeves, leaned against the table mitch sat at. they'd been at this for hours. technically, the man didn't need to stay; he wasn't actually under arrest, just being questioned. but parker had chosen to omit that fact to keep him there longer. 'life would be a lot easier if you did, too. don't you want the government off your ass?' @drkroots.

you don't own me by leslie gore

"It seems I'm not alone in roaming the streets in the dead of night. Though I imagine we may have very different reasons."

Delanie has never really felt that connected to nature. Maybe because she spent her teenager years hunting people down. She'd never taken the time to really become one with the world, to become one with everything around her. Lips press together and she tilts her head, leaning back slightly. "I mean- yeah, that might work." It might, if she was lucky. She's never actually tried meditation before. "How do you do it?"

Name: Jillian Carter Age: 45 Gender: Transfemale, she/her Occupation: Receptionist at a law firm. Likes: Baking, (watching) car racing, the specific keyboard clacky noise Dislikes: Pencil skirts, people not returning stationary, too-packed trains where she can't get a seat. Fun fact: Jill came out in her late twenties, when she and her wife had two young children - unintentionally causing the breakdown of her marriage. Now that time has passed, has a better relationship with her ex and children, though has learned to compensate by being the 'workplace mom'.