#jonathancranescarecrows

“heh-” a SCOFF through bared teeth. quinn’s more than familiar with threats. even more-so familiar with death. it was hard to be scared of anything when you’ve already DIED. he wasn’t there for absolutely no reason. a woman wanted her lost husband to be found. though, he can’t say he expected something like this to be the end of this trail. that the lost husband had no chance of still being ALIVE.

“you know-” GRABBING crane’s shoulder, pushing himself against the other as he stares off into what seems like nothingness. but it isn’t. he’ll make his lovely sidekick partner see EXACTLY what he does. “don’t you think it’d be FUN, filling this entire city with hallucinogens? can’t you PICTURE IT? us? the stars, taking control of the show!”

@jonathancrane-scarecrows​​​​​​ asked :     "Are you really pregnant?" ~ Charlie

Gabriella tried to speak, but the moment that she opened her mouth with intentions to do so words came out. She opened and closed her mouth a few times as she tried to speak, tears quickly filling her emotional doe-eyes. "Yes." Gabriella sniffed, her shaky voice barely above a whisper. Had Charlie heard her? She wasn't sure: even she could barely hear herself speaking. Her heart was pounding oh very fast: thundering in her ears.

| THE FIVE SENSES SENTENCE STARTERS | @jonathancrane-scarecrows

"That sounds really fucking creepy."

SHE’D FALLEN ASLEEP ALONE AGAIN IN A BED THAT COULD HOLD AN ARMY. Laura woke in the middle of the night to Massimo’s strong arms around her, and felt relieved that he was alive. The next morning his side of the bed was disheveled and empty. Was this her future? She certainly hoped not. It was far from everything that he’d promised her. Laura walked into the backyard with a cappuccino in hand, and ran a hand over Massimo’s shoulder. “Does it strike you as odd that we’re getting married in a week, and I barely see you?” 

every case quinn had before this one was put ON HOLD. it wasn’t every day you ran across some pretty damn incriminating stuff that led to just one of the very many secrets the government and its military holds. and that secret had been pierce grimes. to say the reporter had gotten off on the wrong foot with grimes was an UNDERSTATEMENT. it took some convincing, but he had come to the conclusion that the man-made werewolf was worth more as an ally to him rather than an enemy.

so now he’s doing what he does best. looking for more evidence. digging deeper. he was currently situated in a motel on the outskirts of town. so imagine his SURPRISE when he hears what is very likely fists pounding on his door. he’s cautious. closing his laptop as he makes his way to the door. he opens it very slightly before recognizing who it was.

@jonathancrane-scarecrows​​​​​​ asked :   "You want to ride with me today Princess?"

The voice that suddenly filled the snow air was unmistakable to Gabriella as she turned around in mid walk, her curious gaze landing upon its source as though some deep part of her had known he was there long before he called out her. Gabriella gazed at Charlie sitting inside his car with a skeptical look before gradually bringing the corners of her lips up into a gentle smile. She couldn't help but laugh at him - her laugh as innocent and infectious as it always was: now walking into the opposite direction she came as she made her way over towards Charlie. "That is an awfully kind offer ..." Gabriella complimented sweetly, her soft cheeks blushing pink, "But do you even know where I'm going, Charlie?"

boots up on the table in front of him, back pressed comfortably against the seat as his fingers are interlocked in front of his face. it’s clear he’s been sitting nicely for quite some time now --- all waiting for him. and when the scarecrow finally does show? he can’t help but smile to himself. “well, well,” he’d announce his own presence. “now, you may not know me, but i promise you, by the end of our little meeting...” his helmet then de-materializes, revealing his true face. “we’ll call ourselves partners.”