Continued from here: x  ||  @maxwelldarrows

Clair’s lower lip quivered for a moment before she bit down on it. The detective’s hand was warm and even though she felt a little awkward about him touching her, she knew he meant well and the warmth was proving to be comforting. 

“Thank you...” The doctor cleared her throat. “I don’t know much about him. But he keeps sending me letters that seems to be tracking down everything and anywhere I go... Who I meet with. And lately.. He’s been sending pictures too. Which means he’s clearly following me around or have someone do it for him...” Clair retracts her hand carefully, knowing that if her stalker was watching her right now, he wouldn’t take kindly for another man holding her hand.

“Do you really think you can find him?” 

@maxwelldarrows liked the thing

Of all people that the redhead would have called seeking help, a detective was the last on her list; but these were desperate times, and as such, it required desperate measures. Her father was dead, and the well being on his entire organization was in her hands, she couldn’t allow herself to have lose ends to go after. No when she was standing over thin ice.

“I am aware my father had at least 20 children. I only know two of them. I need you to find the other 17 before someone kills them” She said as soon as his attention was on her. Straight to the point. “You shall be well rewarded if you do”

          ❛      you’re      a      detective,      right      ?      ❜      manners      aren’t      the      undead’s      main      priority.      her      curiosity      and      need      for      vengeance      JUMPS      OUT      !      it’s      about      time      the      trauma      stops      haunting      her.      to      face      her      murderer      would      be      the      ultimate      bringing      of      closure.      if      that’s      what      maggie      needs      to      move      on,      then      so      be      it.      ❛      can      you,      like      …      help      people      find      other      people      ?      ❜      maybe      she’s      looking      to      the      wrong      person      for      this.      or      maybe      she’s      just      trying      to      make      it      clear      enough      for      herself.      knowing      that      this      man      could      most      definitely      find      out      who      she      is      and      W H A T      she      is      ––      well      that’s      a      big      risk.      her      mother      always      told      her      to      trust      her      gut,      though,      and      maybe      his      help      was      what      she      truly      needed.          /          @maxwelldarrows  !

               ❛  anti  -  drug  initiatives  are  bullshit,  ❜  the way her voice whines, the slight lilt and annoyed tone are as noticeable as the sky is blue. she seems less like a drug dealer  -  more like the waif-like free spirit  (  read:  ditz  )  she pretends to be so well. her eyes glance to the male who was just out of earshot,  ❛  what  do  you  think?  and  more  than  a  ‘ drugs  are  bad ’  answer,  i  don’t  need  any  more  mr.  mackeys.  south  park  is  so  2008.  ❜  //  @maxwelldarrows: sc.

‘ Please tell me what happened. I want to help you. ‘ (For Ramona)

“I-It’s fine. I don’t want to talk about it.” Ramona turned away from Maxwell, rummaging through her stuff for a handkerchief to dry of her tears. “I was reminded of something. That’s all.”

He asks that they meet at the dog park. It’s neutral enough as far as Levi is concerned - if anyone spots him at a PI’s office seeking outside help, he’s dead meat. The boss man’s right-hand man doesn’t go spilling the beans to any random stranger whenever his own investigation hits a dead end, or shouldn’t, anyway -- but it’s been nearly two months since the body of Tony Bianchi was discovered at the New York port with one bullet in his chest and another in his head and all Levi has managed gathering since are nothing but wild rumors about Marco’s firstborn son being the man to pull the trigger. Not exactly something he can take back to his employer to show him he’s been at least trying to find the killer, to say the least.

Either way, trying simply doesn’t cut it. Someone must be held accountable, an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.

Levi arrives before the scheduled hour and lets loose his white, three-legged pit bull, Bear - watching him hop-hop-hop on his only front leg along with the other big dogs as he lights himself a cigarette despite the scolding looks awarded to him by some of the other dog owners. When Darrows finally slips into the empty space on the bench beside him, he spares him only a quick glance before returning his attention to the dogs running at the far end of the park.

“Thanks for meeting me here,” he begins, pausing only to take a brief drag off his cigarette, “I know this isn’t exactly standard procedure, or whatever.”

@maxwelldarrows

starter for @maxwelldarrows

“Weird shit happens here all the time and we don’t really ignore it but...we don’t exactly talk about it either. Is that fuckin’ wild or what?”

❝ Put your hands up! ❞

SEVEN PSYCHOPATHS SENTENCE STARTERS ( @maxwelldarrows / accepting )

“But I’m naked!” Vera laughed from underneath the sheet, not caring one bit that she just got caught in the middle of escorting. The man beside her looked absolutely mortified, but Vera, on the other hand, was calm and collected. She had been through this plenty of times before. No biggie. “What are you going to do, detective Maxi Pad? Arrest me?”

💋 – kiss on the lips

“T-that was, I dunno what that was,” Peter stammered.

Morning Sex or Evening Sex? (Fayne)

(( @maxwelldarrows — meme ))

Morning Sex   AND   Evening Sex…   why make her have to choose?   But, fine, if she reeeaaally has to pick one, evening sex. If only because practice starts early in the morning and tends to last a good chunk of the day. Plus, night sex means the marks will still be nice and fresh when she heads into the studio the next day and gets to show them off. 

❛ Life can be messy. ❜

His lips caught on the words he wanted to say, to point out that so many things were messy, that messy doesn’t even cover it. “Yeah… I guess it can be.” A slightly tight smile was offered, and a foot scuffed at the floor. “What do you… what do you do about it? When it gets messy?” So far, Will hadn’t had a large amount of choice in what he did - instead, it always seemed to be him that ended up being the problem.

❝ i think i forgot what human contact felt like. ❞

touch starved !! | @maxwelldarrows

                She    claims    to    be    clumsy,    a    left    over    habit    from    covering    up    why    she    had    so    many    bruises    when    younger.    Holly    usually    isn’t    all    that    clumsy,    but    this    time    in    particular    ??    Apparently    she    is.    At    least    there’s    someone    to    catch    her.

                It’s    the    sudden    shock    of    fingers    around    her    bicep    and    an    arm    around    her    waist    that    makes    her    pause    for    a    moment.    Holly’s    stuck    in    the    feeling    of    a    strangers    touch.    It    takes    her    a    few    moments    to    realize    that    she’s    stopped,    said    absolutely    nothing,    but    when    she    finally    realizes    it,    the    girl    reluctantly    pulls    herself    from    him.    “    Oh,    geez,    I-I’m    sorry-    ”

Starter: @maxwelldarrows​ / Maxwell

“Help! Oh God, help!”

Why must they struggle? Why must every creature within this insignificant world destroy themselves, fight like caged beasts against Their gifts? Tendriled darkness c o i l s tighter about the human’s thrashing form, BUILDING in layered ichor black as abyssal night. The air boils and c r a c k s, bone crushed beneath the weight of ALL. Blood pools in ears and white-ringed eyes, turning tears of crimson to trail down t w i s t e d features.

And still they flail.

“Help me! Oh shit, oh fuck! Please, somebody hel-!”

“SILENCE.”

S H A D O W rises in waves of void-touched ice, fear soaked flesh swallowed in steady, unstoppable darkness. Gaping mouth and flared nose give way easily. They sink into the heat of them, BORING through tissue to delve deeper still, the frantic thrashing of this creature driving Them only further. Along the course of blood, through unspoiled viscera and sinew all too eager to soften at Their touch. Soon now. Soon. Another soul WELCOMED HOME, drawn back to the embrace of ALL.

Footfalls echo through the night, and the S H A D O W stills. Unfortunate. They are no longer alone.

    THINGS I LIKE TO KNOW ABOUT RP PARTNERS.

FILL IN :

i like to be called: ro

my favourite colour is: orange, beige, muted colors

gender: female

one thing you should know about me: apparently i type in caps way too much and can come across as intimidating??? i can promise you that i’m really not. i get anxious over a ton of things and i cry A Lot

one thing you should know about my muse/s: most of them are assholes! most of them take some amount of plotting / hcing to get the ball rolling and for it to stick! i only have like 2 or 3 muses that are actually nice and are easier to get along with!

first language: english

second language: a little bit of chinese

HIGHLIGHT :

age range:   under 13 ﹥ 14–17 ﹥ 18–22 ﹥ 23–25 ﹥ 26–29 ﹥ 30+ ﹥ 70+.

am i okay with nsfw?   yes ﹥ no ﹥ sometimes ﹥ not for this muse.

my favorite or most common thing to rp is: angst ﹥ fluff ﹥ smut ﹥ crack ﹥ action﹥other.

oc friendly?   yes ﹥ no ﹥ depends ﹥ always.

rp blog:   does contain ooc posts ﹥ does not contain ooc posts.

Tagged By: got it from @maxwelldarrows

Tagging: @teartopieces @reinforcedpolymer @chingcna @bllyaches @giaawritess + anyone else!

THINGS I LIKE TO KNOW ABOUT RP PARTNERS.

FILL IN :

i like to be called: abril or april

my favourite colour is: black or hot pink

gender: female

one thing you should know about me: i’m short

one thing you should know about my muse/s: he’s kind

first language: english

second language: spanish

HIGHLIGHT :

age range:   under 13 ﹥ 14–17 ﹥ 18–22 ﹥ 23–25 ﹥ 26–29 ﹥ 30+ ﹥ 70+.

am i okay with nsfw?   yes ﹥ no ﹥ sometimes ﹥ not for this muse.

my favorite or most common thing to rp is: angst ﹥ fluff ﹥ smut ﹥ crack ﹥ action﹥ other.

oc friendly?   yes ﹥ no ﹥ depends ﹥ always.

rp blog:   does contain ooc posts ﹥ does not contain ooc posts.

Tagged By: @maxwelldarrows

Tagging: @thefanggang @variousmethodsofescaape

“Can you stop eye-fucking me for five minutes?”

MISC SENTENCE & SYMBOL STARTERS ( @maxwelldarrows / accepting )

Vera’s acrylic nail came up and found a place in between her teeth. She looked at Max with the most innocent smile on her face -dimples poking out a all. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, detective Darrows.” The escort giggled softly like a schoolgirl. “All I’m doing is staring at you. Eye contact is important when talking to someone.” Eyes drooped, an even more sultry expression made its way onto her face and she bit her lip softly.