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adnauseum11 · 1 month
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Low Intensity Conflict (John Price x Reader)
John deals with the interloper and pushes boundaries.
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CW: swearing, allusions to physical violence
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John doesn’t come straight to you, as you had assumed he would, but goes directly to your place. He tells you to hang up and call the police as you hear him getting out of his car. The call disconnects before you can reply.
You call the police with shaking hands and give your address to the woman on the other end. You’re walking back when you hear shouting. You’d recognize John’s gravelly voice anywhere and pick up your pace, concerned. When you approach the front door, you can hear thumps and scuffling in between the yelling. The operator on the other end of the line can hear it too apparently, because she asks if an ambulance is needed.
You can hear the panic in your own voice when you say you aren’t sure. Biting your lip, you debate entering to see what’s going on. The woman on the other end of the phone call urges you to remain in a safe place, which you are prepared to do until you hear John calling for you. 
“Here, I’m here.” You call back, your voice wavering. 
“Good girl, come to me. Upstairs.” 
John’s confident voice pulls you into the apartment, the woman waiting on the phone line forgotten. There’s evidence of a struggle the deeper you move into the apartment, pictures knocked askew and items knocked off tables and shelves. You timidly climb the stairs, unsure what you’ll find. 
What you’re confronted with when you enter your bedroom is a stranger, forced to kneel on your rug with his ankles and hands zip-tied together in improvised handcuffs. He’s glaring at you from behind a cut and swelling eye with so much malice you freeze at the threshold, unwilling to come any closer. John is behind him, holding his bound wrists behind his back, forcing his shoulders up at an uncomfortable angle. 
“Bring me your phone.” John’s radiating calm, holding a hand out for you. “It’s alright love, he can’t hurt you. Come here.” 
You dance around the edge of the room to get close enough to hand John the phone clutched in your hand and then dart back to the doorway. Instead of answering the woman on the line as you expect, John hangs up the call and pockets your phone, looking at you steadily. 
“Our new friend doesn’t want to explain what he’s doing here. You’re going to take 2 minutes before the police arrive and look around. You’re going to tell me anything that’s out of place. I want to know what he’s after.”
You can feel your eyes widening, not expecting to be given a task. You obey and head to your vanity immediately, the jewellery box filled with vintage pieces untouched once you open it for inspection. You frown. You check a few other obvious places, like your spare change jar and find nothing moved. You finally step to your tiny desk, realizing even though you left it messy that someone has tossed your papers around and rummaged through the drawers. 
“The… desk. It’s all… wrong.”
You finally say, frowning at John who’s watching you closely. He nods and jerks his head towards the door. 
“That’s excellent, love. Go wait for the police outside, I’m going to help our guest down the stairs.”
You nod jerkily, a fine trembling taking over your limbs as the adrenaline subsides in your system. You can feel John’s eyes on you as you shakily head back down to wait on the front stoop. You hear the sounds of more scuffling and then a sharp cry of pain, followed by limping steps. When the police show up, you flag them down, leading them into the apartment. John and the stranger are in the living room, the stranger with one more dislocated shoulder than you recall him having only several minutes earlier. You don’t ask, assuming it came about in the struggle with John.
You both have to give statements, the police particularly interested in John and the zip-tie handcuffs. You’re drooping by the time everyone clears out and leaves you two alone in the wrecked apartment. John’s presence is comforting, taking charge of the situation as your energy wanes and reality starts to settle in. He ushers you back up to your room, opening your closet as he speaks.
“Pack a bag love, enough for a few days and anything you don’t want actually stolen. Get your jewellery. You’re staying with me.”
“What? I can’t just…leave my place with the door like that.”
“You can and you will.” John answers evenly, in a tone of voice that doesn’t leave much room for argument. 
You manage to find the energy to argue though, and push back, fisting your hands on your hips.
“John, all my…my whole life is here!”
But he’s already rummaging in your closet, pulling your suitcase out and tossing it on to your bed.
“I’m not having you stay in a place with a damaged and unlockable front door. Absolutely not. No.”
John’s adamant, his big frame mirroring your pose, putting his hands on his hips and facing you. 
“John, I’m an adult –“ 
You try to reason with him, but he won’t hear it. 
“Listen, I get it. I do. But it’s not safe, love. The door has to be replaced. You gotta focus on what matters, and what matters is you being safe. Everything else is just… stuff.”
“But…”
“Listen darling, I love you, but you aren’t fucking staying here and that’s final. Pack your stuff or I will.”
John’s tone brooks no further nonsense. You get the impression that he will physically remove you from the premises if need be. 
Between his admission and sharp words, you’re startled enough to comply without much more of a fight, frowning as you collect your belongings. John hovers at the top of the stairs protectively, watching you shuffle around and organize your suitcase. If you drag your heels and take longer than necessary John doesn’t comment on it, hefting your luggage once you’ve filled it with your selections.   
“This is bullshit.” 
You finally state petulantly as he ushers you back downstairs to his car, wrapping your arms around yourself to hide your trembling. From anger or fear or both you don’t know, exhausted from the adrenaline surges and wild emotions. 
“I know, love.” 
He agrees easily, opening the car door for you and settling your suitcase in the trunk. You watch him wrestle the damaged front door shut as best he can and slide his thumb back and forth over something near the top of the doorframe. He returns to the vehicle, his face drawn with concern. His palm settles on your thigh as he drives, the heat of his body steadying your frayed nerves despite your annoyance. 
Within hours of your arrival at John’s place, his previous evening plans arrive. An old friend, with only a few hours between flights whom he couldn’t divert. You’re polite but tired and escape to John’s room after introductions, crawling into bed. You can hear the rise and fall of their masculine voices down the hall but their conversation is indistinct as you drift in and out of sleep.
His friend is gone by the time John wakes you, crawling in to bed beside you. You hum tiredly as he kisses your temple, sliding his arms around you. 
“Alright, love?” 
He asks lowly, resting his chin against the crown of your head. You press your face into his neck, breathing in his familiar scent before you reply.
“Think so. John?”
“mm?” He tenses slightly, bracing himself.
“Thank you. For being there, tonight. I don’t know what I would have done without you.”
“Anything for you, darling.”
“But don’t talk to me like that again.” 
You follow up your thanks with a reminder that you aren’t used to taking orders. John sighs and runs his fingers through your hair slowly, as if he’s been expecting this.
“I’m sorry, love.” 
To your surprise he doesn’t push back as you expect him to, accepting your displeasure with equanimity. You leave it there, satisfied you’ve been heard. The room is quiet with your slowed breathing, and John stroking your hair, lulling you back to sleep. You don’t bring up what preceded his stern words, too exhausted for any more raw emotions tonight. 
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nando161mando · 3 months
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Funny, not funny, someone leaves obvious evidence behind of trying to break into my rear screen door, you do realise that once you make it in you have to contend a bloke with a sword and fighting skills?! All the evidence you leave behind will be used in court as to why I fought for my life thinking I was in danger and you ended up with your head chopped off.
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allpartofthejob · 2 years
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Phryne breaks & enters
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I counted no less then 20 cases of break & enter so far and find more each rewatch (although she sometimes technically didn't break anything) ... up to now it's 7 offices/ 3 shops & fashion houses/ a bathhouse/ a flat/ a morgue/ a vineyard/ a radio station/ a convent/ a ship/ a restaurant/ a healthcare station and a box in a circus tent.
What would be the sentence for that? Luckily Phryne has some sway over the local cops, so she is never charged.
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And: it's contagious! Mac (1*, morgue), Dot (4*, shop, flat, offices) and finally even Jack (1*offices, 1* radio station and an additional trespass at a military base...) join her.
(S1E5 raisins and almonds/ S3E3 murder and mozzarella)
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if-you-fan-a-fire · 9 months
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"They Cheese It To Prison." Toronto Star. June 30, 1913. Page 13. --- Cheese and sausages were the cause of the downfall of two men, who received heavy sentences in the Police Court this morning for breaking into Harris's provision store, on Queen street west. Walter Langland was given two years less one day, and Osler Keesler twelve months in the Central Prison.
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Hyper - Break and Enter
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skyberia · 5 months
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workarounds to having a vampire as your partner in crime
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ghost-bxrd · 1 month
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Prompt:
After some very eventful weeks of Jason’s debut as the Red Hood he takes a well deserved night off and decides to crash in one of his safe houses.
He did not count on one of the Bats finding him there.
So to keep his plans from being torpedoed entirely Jason goes with the split second decision of pretending he was held captive by the Red Hood.
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blluespirit · 2 months
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there are so many amazing and powerful benders in atla but what i love about zuko is that whether or not he can use his bending in that moment has zero (0) bearing on how much he’s going to absolutely kick your ass. no bending? that’s fine - he’s got swords. no swords or bending? that’s fine - he’s literally just going to beat you up. if you’re REALLY unlucky then you get all three. as a treat.
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tenth-sentence · 10 months
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The word went out and returned unanswered.
"Weaveworld" - Clive Barker
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whats-in-a-sentence · 11 months
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Suzanna knew the instant before she stepped into what has once been the cinema foyer that this was an error.
"Weaveworld" - Clive Barker
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stargirl22222222 · 4 months
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Mulder and Scully on their illegal shit
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one-time-i-dreamt · 10 months
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John Green broke into my house to give me writing advice.
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nando161mando · 16 days
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Imagine this
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chickenbonevfx · 1 year
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Chicken Bone FX Hires a BREAK+ENTER VFX Team
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Chicken Bone FX Studios has seized an opportunity to hire a talented team of professionals from BREAK+ENTER, a  visual effects company that was forced to shut its doors.  BREAK+ENTER was headquartered in New York City, NY where Chicken Bone FX also has an office, in addition to its headquarters in Manhattan Beach, CA.  The addition of one of BREAK+ENTER’s visual effects team increases Chicken Bone’s employee count by about a third and greatly enhances the company’s ability to take on more projects of interest.
One of the talented individuals Chicken Bone FX was able to hire includes Creative Director / VFX Supervisor, Ari Rubenstein.  Mr. Rubenstein is a 30-year veteran with an impressive array of credits spanning features, television, and animation as a VFX supervisor, lead compositor, compositor, match-move artist, character animator, and technical director. Rubenstein served as a key artist responsible for look development and supervision at Blue Sky Studios for 15 years, where he worked on scores of animated features for Disney and 20th Century Fox. Over the course of his career, he has worn virtually every hat in the VFX production pipeline and worked at three industry pioneers, Xaos Inc., Tippett Studio, and Blue Sky Studios. Rubenstein was also the founder and VFX Supervisor/Producer of Curv Studios. Among his many notable credits are Matrix Revolutions, Constantine, Charlotte’s Web, and Hellboy.
Chicken Bone FX first heard of BREAK+ENTER’s closure from a mutual client who asked if Chicken Bone was able to take on the scope of work that was jeopardized by the sudden closure. John Renzulli, Chicken Bone FX Founder, and President, quickly determined that the company was ready and able to rapidly scale from both a technology and management perspective.
“It’s a sad day for the entire VFX community when we hear of vendors shuttering their doors. We are both humbled and excited to have the opportunity to provide stability for our community by employing one of the B+E teams. Adding this talented group of artisans and production professionals strengthens our ecosystem while also filling a void in the market. We are delighted to have them here and proud to give these chickens a new place to roost,” said Renzulli.
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if-you-fan-a-fire · 1 year
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"Out The Window Into Penitentiary," Winnipeg Tribune. February 18, 1943. Page 11. ---- PLEADING guilty in county court today, on charges of breaking and entering and theft, two men were sentenced by Judge Cory to serve three years each in the penitentiary.
The men were Stanley Chaban, 878 Aberdeen ave., and Edward Haas, 524 Dufferin ave. They broke into the home of Charles Kirchgeusner, 606 Church ave.. Oct. 8, 1942, and stole rings valued at $70 and $8 cash.
In leaving the house, Chaban and Haas broke through a window and were cut by glass. Later they appeared at the home of Dr. Frank Rybak, 359 Selkirk ave., for treatment. When the doctor suggested hospitalization, they refused and warned him that if he informed police of their injuries they would take reprisals against him.
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astronomodome · 2 months
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Love the parts of pre-s8 hermitcraft videos where they’re doing lore and want to talk directly to each other but they don’t have proximity chat yet so they are like confronting each other while being conveniently in the same discord call or whatever
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