#spotlessmlnd

  ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ ᴘɪᴛʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ who had crawled over to this corner of the    city to seek out the musician. How long had they been caught in this   conversation now? How long had Scott left him there dangling the   carrot of information in front of the stranger’s nose- talking so much   but say sᴏ ᴠᴇʀʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ.

  He had approached in the hope to learn more about this ongoing    Jigsaw case. Scott had been very vocal in his relation to one of the   many growing number of victims to these deadly games, and it seemed   that unlike any detectives or pigs before him, Will had taken the initiative   to reach out into the victim’s social circle. Unfortunately for him, he had   decided to reach out to ... Scott Tibbs.

GRAHAM, W. ― @spotlessmlnd

ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪɴɢɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʜɪs ᴇᴀʀs ᴡᴀs ĐɆ₳₣Ɇ₦ł₦₲.

A haggard breath, lying somewhere in the real between groan and laughter wheezed itself out through bloodied teeth. He reached out blindly in search of where the distant voice until digits finally found themselves snared on the fabric of Will's shirt.

"I fucking----- ₩Ø₦.`"

“Well----” Dalton begins, considering the words of the other carefully as the wonderfully colorful pack of skittles rests betwixt digits. He pours a scoopful into his hand, an overwhelming amount of greens in the mix of it all. His nose wrinkled in unconscious disappointment. Where were they? ᴡɪʟʟ.

“You ever considered that  ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʏᴇs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ  just happen to be the eyes of a bunch of assholes?”

  The bias bundle of sugar is poured back into his mouth, perhaps    ᴏᴠᴇʀᴇsᴛɪᴍᴀᴛɪɴɢ the capacity. He silently offers the packet to the older man.

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Six months ago, Ben Feldt had been investigated for the murder of his neice and her best friend. The neice had been staying at his house while her parents were on a trip. He was the obvious suspect -- there were no other suspects. Everyone knew it had to be him. But the investigation had been bungled from the beginning, and in the end, there wasn’t enough admissable evidence to bring him to trial.

Last night, Archie Sheridan had broken into Ben Feldt’s house. He had found him on his couch watching TV. A few months earlier, Archie would have simply shot him and run. But he had gotten away with this several times already, and he was getting bolder, and less restrained. He stabbed him, with a knife he had stolen from a previous victim, and let himself get lost in the act, sinking into all the rage and insecurity that had built up over the past few years, until he finally stepped away, shaking and covered in blood, from the corpse. 

This morning, Archie Sheridan was called out of bed to come to a crime scene, and quickly realized it was his own crime scene. When he got there, he found himself standing next to the man he was sleeping with, who was also a professional empath. 

Oops.

Options raced through his head. Confess to everything right now. Say he left the oven on and leave immediately and go into hiding. Pull Will aside and try to convince him to lie for him. 

But what he settled on, was to wait, and see what happened. He stepped back from Will, giving him room to do his thing, and waited, as if this was any other crime scene, to hear what Will had to say. What would he figure out from the evidence? How close would he get to the truth? Was it possible for him to figure out just from looking at the scene, that the culprit was standing beside him? 

     ( ooc. ) Very sweet, a joy to be around. All in all rating 5 stars on yelp, would interact with again. BUT IN ALL SERIOUSNESS. Fox, you are so fun and I love that we can just freak out over our threads together! It's so much fun and you really make it exciting! ♥ ♥ ♥

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@spotlessmlnd​ said:  ‘  it  is  possible  to  know  people .  they  show  you  who  they  are .  you  just  have  to  be  looking .  ’

          “ LOOK TOO DEEPLY, and you lose yourself. ”  his fingers slip over the surface of the glossy photographs fanned out on the table before them. they are searching for cohesion in the disarray, meaning in the milk-white eyes of dead girls.

          at least three of these murders are his.