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Indie Raymond "Red" Reddington from NBC's Blacklist. Private. Selective. Mun/Muse 21+. Dark Themes present. Please read rules/bio before following/interacting. Written by Erick

whcwashe:

“He’s —– he’s a police officer, actually. Just — in the interest of full disclosure.” Under any other circumstances, she wouldn’t have disclosed that detail. But it seemed important, somehow. To let him know that not only would someone be LOOKING for her, but that they had resources as well. She was hardly about to clue Jarrett in, the last thing she wanted was for him to accidentally get involved in something he didn’t need to, but her chances seemed better the worse KILLING her seemed. 

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“No, I’m not — I’m not hungry, thank you …” Her throat clears, and she looks down at her shoes, flinching when his gun goes off, so much that she nearly unseats herself. She doesn’t like it. She wants to run. She wants to be anywhere OTHER than here. Fingers work themselves more tightly into the sides of the milk crate, and she heaves a breath out through her nose, biting harshly down on her lip. “I can prove it — would it help if I can prove it? That I can find – that I can find your friend?” She swallows roughly, freezing for a second as she watches him. She shouldn’t. This is the kind of thing she should keep under wraps, she knew that. This was the kind of thing she’d get herself into trouble over. She turns anyway, fishing through her backpack for a brief moment before she pulls her amulet out, gripping it tightly before she looks back at him. “Because I can, I can – I can prove it ….”

Red stared for a moment before he burst into laughter. “Of course he is!” Sure, it sounded almost condescending, but he fully believed her, he could tell she wasn’t saying that to make herself seem like a more viable candidate to make it out of here alive. “Don’t you worry yourself, Liv, I’m not going to kill you. I realize we’ve just met, but what kind of monster do you think I am?” A small pause, “Are you sure you don’t want any? It’s an amazing seasonal blend, Cranberry cheddar. The way the fruit and cheese come together?” he kissed his fingertips like an Italian chef, “Masterful!" 

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Steve screams, of course, and Red doesn’t react. At all. But now he’s more interested in Liv and what she says she can offer. Steve’s not going anywhere, he can suffer while Red converses with his new friend. So she wanted to prove it. Fine, he would let her try. He wondered, for a fraction of a moment, if Liv realized that proving it, finding his associate–his friend–would prove not only impressive, but mean that he’d start keeping an eye on her, perhaps calling on her if he ever needed to find someone else and his other resources were coming up with bubkis. Talk about bad luck following her around. The screw tightened just a bit, already he was considering her a potential asset to his ludicrous and varied ventures. "Great! How? I’m all ears.” His hands clasped in front of him, gun in hand, but not a threat, the silencer pointed at the ground.

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