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this photography loving beauty is an ex
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[Dare,]

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xxxxxxfor someone whose morals are mainly built off of respect, a concept and form of pleasantry that has become broken and diminished over time into a sad state of endangerment, miles moreau managed to continuously hold his head up day after day without hardly wavering. it may be hard for some to understand that a criminal could even conjure a set of morals or principles while doing what they do best, but in the end they were just as human as everyone else in this twisted world. in fact, most criminals were just ahead of their time, getting a jump on the future that began to look more and more over run with injustice and twisted beliefs. never mind that, though. miles was no longer some criminal the law hunted down with everything they had, he'd changed. or at least gotten caught and forced himself to reevaluate how he wanted to spend the rest of his life.
xxxxxxso now, rather than working against the law, he worked with them. his knowledge and skill had turned the fbi onto his thieving warpath the second he'd surfaced from the underground and began pulling off large heists said to be impossible. the only reason they'd even caught him was because he'd stopped at a local cafe to grab a muffin and some coffee one fateful morning and one of the security cameras had captured his highly watched image. either way, instead of serving a full life sentence in prison, miles was granted with the opportunity to get his act straight and work for the people he'd spent so long running from. that was a year and a half ago, though, and since then he'd begun boosting the rate of closed cases while picking up an unhealthy addiction to coffee and classical rock for sleep replacement.
xxxxxxrespect and trust was still being earned within most of the agents that worked with and around him, whispers of whether he was a changed man or not always flying back and forth. needless to say, miles' process of closing cases and getting work done managed to bend the rules as far as they could go and that often raised flags in the justice community, but his performance was outstanding and no one could deny him that. whether people liked him or not, he was one of the best field agents the fbi had ever come across and that seemed to be troublesome for the higher ups. unwilling to let him go at cases alone, he was always stuck with a partner and as of late that was a guy just as strict and uptight in the field as anyone could be.
xxxxxxmiles and gage were partnered up a few months ago after everyone had finally agreed miles was not to be trusted alone as his methods and kleptomaniac tendencies needed to be watched closely. ever since then the two had been a whirlwind force, closing cases left and right despite their constant bickering and alpha offs. it was day two of investigating their new case assignment, and boy was it a big one. yesterday had been mostly briefing on what was to come their way and then a stack of reading homework, but today they'd be getting their undercover names and ids along with where they'll be starting out. though, the idea of spending god knows how long in the field with the crabby and sleep deprived, gage was hardly appealing.
xxxxxxclinging to his cup of coffee as if his life depended on that single cup, miles sipped frequently at the still piping hot liquid as he gathered around the meeting table now covered in equipment and suitcases. according to the clock it was just a few minutes past seven am, but time never really settled well with the reformed criminal. something about looking at the time every now and then just to confirm he was still awake weirded him out. in all honesty, he was the fbi's mule. his hours were the most irregular out of everyone's, most of his time spent at work rather than in his apartment. if someone had extra work or petty tasks on their plate, it was immediately handed to him.
xxxxxxfor example, miles hadn't been home in three days. there was a small bag beside his desk where he kept a few pairs of clothes and a toothbrush for times like these. living the life, he was. letting out an impatient sigh, miles dropped down into the nearest chair and turned his piercing blue gaze towards the overseer of this high priority case. he'd be briefing the two partners before booting them out the door with enough equipment in their arms to crush them. "morning cap'n." he purred in gage's direction, who had finally stumbled in to get this show on the road and seated next to him, before detaching himself from his cup of coffee and setting it on the table next to a bag.
xxxxxx"while your sleepy butt was at home i found us a way into the circle." miles began to spout out, his mind already starting to race with his late night accomplishments. from what he'd read on the case, the whole thing revolved around this big time criminal, wesley price, and nuclear bombs. apparently the dude thought he could rule the world with his terrorist threats and big time trafficking operations or whatever. many said he was a tough guy to find and an even tougher one to get close to, but with a few hours of digging up old contacts and racking his brain for anything, miles had found a solution. their target was a dad and his daughter was a conniving little witch that ran with a gang of wannabe white collar criminals.
xxxxxxget into that group and they were one step closer. that's almost exactly what miles had done. instead of being in with the group however, he'd only managed to get them in as far as workers for one of the businessman she was working with. "how do you feel about keelan enterprise? i've got us working for keelan, himself. we start as accountants for the company, so i hope you're good with numbers." a small smirk tugged lightly at his lips, the idea of gage crunching numbers more than amusing to him.
xxxxxxthis was going to be one of the toughest cases these two have ever worked, and yet miles still couldn't help but make fun of his partner right before starting. old habits die hard. they had two months to get to the top of the food chain out of these big players and somehow manage to locate, dismantle, and return the nuclear bombs to safety before something either went boom or heads began to roll. for many it'd be the scariest task of a lifetime, but as of late miles can only refer to it as another day at work. at least it would be keeping his mind preoccupied, after all it was nearing the end of his second year as a changed man and the thought of it made him sick.


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( ooc ) oh boy... this is long. i just started writing and couldn't stop myself... well enjoy this super long post and i guess you can have them getting ready to go. not much happened on my part.

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xxxxxxas far as sleeping in went, gage was definitely a pro. it was literally almost to a point where only someone with an acquired set of actual skills could out-sleep him, because it definitely wasn't a humanly function to be able to stay unconscious for twelve plus hours on a regular basis. he liked to go to bed early and wake up late, so life as a private detective wasn't exactly the most forgiving to mr. freeman. an unholy growl escaped his chapped lips, parched from being in a subhuman state for- what? he'd gone to sleep at around eight thirty, and now it was six fourty-five in the morning... ten hours, give or take? right. life came as a very unpleasant- given, expected- change to gage's tranquil state and the incessant beeping of his alarm clock wasn't the most warm and loving wake-up call. "christ, i am going to smash this damn thing." needless to say, he wasn't the happiest of campers at this moment. i mean, who could blame him?
xxxxxxon a regular day it might've taken two firetrucks and a starbucks giftcard to get gage up, but the annoying jingle of his pager decided to harmonize with the alarm clock in order to create just the most beautiful, albeit deafening, cry of two very angry electronics whose owner had something incredibly important to do today. however, that didn't mean that gage was anything more than a glorified zombie as he forced himself up and pushed his numb feet into some aggressively red fox slippers that had definitely seen better days, but still had the faded words 'foxy lady' printed on the bottoms. regaining feeling in his tootsies and fingertips seemed almost a lost cause when gage couldn't even feel the air hitting his own face, much less the vast majority of all four of his extremities.
xxxxxxand sadly, according to gage's wristwatch, it appeared as though he barely had any time to even brush his teeth... so taking a nice hot shower was definitely out of the question. in spite of this, it is gage's personal belief that no morning should be suffered through without the beautiful, melodic voice of ben gibbard and so it was a little less hellish with the soft padding of headphones against his weary ears and the familiar drum beat of death cab for cutie's codes and keys to fill the aching silence. this is around the time where gage's ritualistic self-pep talk came in, and to save you the sheer dorkiness of it i won't go into detail. it was basically just a bunch of murmuring about 'time to cheer up' and 'you can't be a grumpy gills all day,' which was interesting solely for the reason that he had white, foamy toothpaste in his mouth as this was going on and it made all his positive words come out warbled and overannunciated.
xxxxxxthe closest to business casual gage could bring himself to was a long-sleeved black t-shirt that fit him properly and wasn't dirty, along with a tan pair of pants you'd see a homeless man who was most likely a hippy in the sixties wearing. top it off with two grotesquely bright and mismatching socks and you've got yourself a gage freeman, private detective. well- he's not a p.i. because he works for the police station, but he sure does like to throw the words private detective around. in fact, it seems to have become a habit of his as of late to throw words around in general. being around the suave mr. moreau made this nerd an even bigger disgrace to society, and screw-ups in his speech were becoming increasingly prevalent along with his distaste for the reformed criminal.
xxxxxxi mean sure, gage was all for soul-searching and crossing over to the good side and whatnot, but something about miles as a person just had this way of eating at and bugging him no matter how hard he tried to get along with him. there was a haughty and arrogant air about miles that gage loved to claim he despised, when in all honesty he really was just monumentally jealous of his confidence and natural charm. this was a department that this poor secret agent was definitely lacking in by a great amount, and any time he saw someone who wasn't a self-conscious wreck, it turned him into a spiteful little monster. he's too legalistic to admit it, though, and so he more lowkey tries to undermine miles than outright go against him or anything.
xxxxxxthat could be one of many explanations as to why gage started taking his dear sweet time all of a sudden, making sure he had a pack of marlboro reds shoved deep in his pocket and that his coffee cup was clean before he grabbed it. it wasn't just a passing thought to check it, he literally inspected the porcelain like he'd inspect some kind of chart, scrutinizing it for any form of residue whatsoever- which he didn't find. after a few moments he gave up the silly stalling he'd began, and grabbed his car keys. it was a rather boring drive to the station, the sky was painfully overcast- the kind of overcast that gave you a stabbing pain behind your eyes- and the roads were still wet from the heavy rain they'd received last night. probably the most notable thing about the drive was the rush gage got every time he drove through a puddle and watched the water rise in sheets beside him, but then he realized that it was more than a bit pathetic that that was the most exciting thing he had been experiencing as of late.
xxxxxxbut that was about to change. arriving at the large, towering office building that he and miles spent every day in together was a bit of a drag, only seeing as how gage knew that as soon as he went up to the conference room he'd be picked at and badgered by the reformed criminal. in order to fight against that sinking feeling, gage immediately headed to the break room and filled his cup with the smoothest black coffee you could ever want- which he and his partner had specifically ordered just for the station. he took a long, much needed swig of the rich arabian coffee and ten smiled a bit, heading to where he was supposed to be and giving a disenchanted sigh as he plopped down into the chair beside miles.
xxxxxxat the other's excited proclamation of 'policier than thou' gage gave nothing but a simple wave of the hand, having already figured that miles had something up his sleeve. while he didn't particularly care for the man, he did respect him and knew in his mind that he really was a good cop- his thought process was unique just as his own, and that was why they made a good team. tipping the mug to his lips, the sleepy-eyed detective waited for a moment before giving a light smirk and shifting it to where miles could see the front- which had the encouraging message to 'gopher it!' printed right above a picture of the head of the aforementioned rodent. he knew that miles despised the logo, which was all the more reason to make it his most treasured mug. "i am good with numbers, actually. i have a degree in accounting- but i guess you didn't know that, did you?" he sighed gently, turning to look at miles. "by the way, i really need a smoke. do you mind?" his answer wouldn't have mattered anyway, because gage was already lighting up.
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( ooc ) egehgghghe sorry, mine is super long too and it's kinda useless lol, just character development tbh

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xxxxxxtwo minutes in the irksome detectives presence and miles' blood was already beginning to boil over. forced to stare down that painfully punny coffee mug gage insisted on using every morning just to piss him off, miles withheld the urge to take that ungodly rodent mug and send it flying out of the nearest window. the severe lack of sleep that now weighed down on his shoulders had him in an extra persnickety mood, even the jittery boost of coffee mixed with a hint of vodka failing to give him that jump start he desperately needed. "one day that mug will vanish, and you aren't allowed to point your fingers at me." he breathed out in annoyance before snatching at his own cup of coffee that lacked any decorations and pressed it firmly to his lips. silence dared to engulf him as he initiated the challenge of emptying his mug so he could have an excuse to leave the room for a refill.
xxxxxxone gulp, two gulps, three gulps... gone. miles' energy concoction disappeared in seconds and left his mind racing to catch up with him. prying the empty cup from his lips, a soft sigh of contentment blew out of him and he allowed himself another go at trying to converse with the still zombie-fied detective seated across from him. "you? a degree in accounting? if i were you, i would've stuck with it." the reformed criminal snickered, briefly fooling himself into thinking that he could bounce back from the bad start to the morning with gage. just as he'd allowed himself to sober up and give the detective a break, he watched on as a pack of overly priced lung cancer was pulled out and opened. looking more like his unappealing self with a pixie stick between his fingers and a flame in his other hand, the resentment and blood boiling anger returned.
xxxxxxhow people could inject their body with tar and disease while sitting around blowing smoke through their mouth disgusted miles. "actually... i do mind." he spat out coldly, an unforgiving glare settling on the detective. so desperately did he want to go off on the man sitting beside him for being so ignorant and oblivious to just how much that disgusting addiction bothered him. what he wouldn't give to be able to reach over and snatch that cigarette right out of his mouth just to throw it on the ground and stomp all over it. in the few months these two had worked together, every time gage lit another one of those silent killers, miles had to smother the urge to start yelling and screaming about how much his addiction affected everyone else around him.
xxxxxxno, he wasn't concerned with the guy's health, that was his own problem. what did concern him was the fact that because of smoking and how heavily people do it, he'd lost his sister. his mother had smoked like it was nobody's business while pregnant with his little sister and had lost both of them because of it. that packaged lung cancer had tore a family apart and left a boy orphaned and on the streets for most of his life. not only did smoking kill his family, but it had turned him into a criminal and ruined his life. so watching as gage ignored the "no smoking" policy of the building, the reformed criminal ached and burned with disgust. "porc dégoûtant" miles hissed out before standing abruptly from his chair with coffee cup in hand.
xxxxxxoh yeah, previously left out, miles was not only multilingual but actually born and raised in france. hence the last name "moreau". without another word the steaming man stormed out of the room, muttering something about getting a refill of coffee. technically he couldn't leave the building or stay out of that room for more than a couple of minutes, he still had work to do there, but he was stubbornly set on at least breathing some clean air for a little while before going back into the polluted filth gage was now basking in. miles hastily made his way over to the coffee machine and snatched up the pot in an instant. he proceeded to fill his cup just shy of the tippy top to leave room for an extra punch of alcohol, all while muttering obscene curse words in french. thank god no one else here fully spoke the language.
xxxxxxsetting the pot back in the coffee machine, miles tugged out a flask filled with vodka and used the rest of it to send his coffee spilling over the side of his cup. somehow finding contentment in the steaming and dripping mess that left rings all over the counter, he finally began to calm down and return to his previous "persnickety" mood he'd started the day with. "why couldn't he have been an accountant?" the words blew past his lips in a hushed whisper before being drowned out by the obnoxious sipping noises made as miles slurped down the overflowing coffee. whether he liked it or not, this was his life now and forever. the rest of his life would be thrown away into this hell hole all because he'd made a mistake. with his luck, he'd never be able to branch off and find a nice guy to settle down with, or get to adopt a whole bunch of animals, or even choose a better career for himself...
xxxxxxnot only did nobody want to higher, date, or trust an ex-criminal... but being a secret agent also left him with little time of his own and made things far too complicated. forever alone and unhappy, he'd be. spinning on his heels, careful not to spill his precious concoction, miles began to slowly shuffle back to the room he'd fled from. from behind the glass he could see a cloud of smoke rise to the ceiling and instantly slowed his pace. halfway there, with cup held in both hands, miles' phone began to blare out "sharp dressed man" by zz top. overwhelmed by the sudden outburst of noise, steaming hot coffee sloshed out of the mug and all over his hand as the other one was freed to grab for his phone. through gritted teeth and narrowed eyes he read out the caller id and gave an exasperated groan. his inside man.
xxxxxxshuffling at a much faster pace back to the room now, miles quickly set his mug down on the table next to gage and pressed accept on the call. a wave of his hand beckoned the detective to listen as he put the caller on speaker and situated himself. in one loud outburst of his own, miles unleashed the nearly incomprehensible french accent he'd grown up with. "tanner! this better be good. i'm about to head out with my partner to the meeting you set up for us." he exclaimed in a teasing tone while at the same time turning his head to look at his actual partner just in case he wasn't paying attention yet. no one gave the guy near enough credit for his convincing acting until they actually saw the way he could sound so happy and cheery while glaring at someone in pure disgust.
xxxxxx"yeah, it's good alright. look... there was a change of plans. you'll be speaking directly to keelan instead. just wanted to give you a heads up." the man on the other line informed. this news, although surprising, earned a celebratory fist pump from miles. "perfect! now me and my partner are a little jet lagged, have us some coffee and chocolates ready. okay, thanks, bye." before any protesting could come from the other end, the call was ended and a giant swig of coffee was taken. everything was going smoother than he'd expected, now all he had to do was get gage into a suit and they could hit the road. though, that may be more challenging than the case itself. judging by what the detective was wearing now, he really hated dressing up.


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( ooc ) more character development on my part, and then a rad phone call. miles is going to have to get gage into a suit and i'm excited to see how that goes. XD

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xxxxxxa sly smirk work its way to gage's face at miles' temper flared, and he couldn't control the brief rush of utter delight he felt at seeing the man so annoyed. "gopher it, miles." he encouraged with a sarcastic grin, sipping his coffee in a way that made it clear that he'd just thrown shade. it didn't seem to matter much to gage that his partner was pretty much trying to break his teeth with his own mug, and if anything it was nothing more than an amusing little detail that he'd noticed in passing. just a confirmation that he had managed to press his buttons, yet again. it's not as though the detective was unaware of what miles was doing- he just couldn't care one way or another if he wanted to be around him or not. he simply sat back in his chair and took a long, much needed drink of coffee."ha. ha. i'm going to piss myself from how hilarious you are. jesus christ, you make me wish i had become an accountant."
xxxxxxit seemed as though gage's attempts not to be salty hadn't exactly worked quite as well as they might have on other mornings, and so he was just dissing miles all over the place. by now, gage had retrieved the carton of cigarettes from his pocket and was lighting up- holding the cancer stick between his middle and forefinger and taking a long, slow drag. he leaned his head back and sighed gently, letting the stress and tension just ease out of him along with the smoke. each of his muscles relaxed and he felt the weight lift from his chest, until of course miles had to ruin it with his incessant nagging and admittedly consistent death glares. something welled up inside of gage and made him super pissy, spurring him to set his coffee on the table extra loudly and set his jaw, pressing the butt of the cigarette into the ashtray that jett, their captain, kept in his office. despite the 'no smoking' rule, it was rather common for people in their particular department to take good old cigarette breaks- hence the ash tray.
xxxxxxand then miles said something in french. something he probably assumed gage was too dense, too slack-jawed, too mouth breathing to understand. that's when he got actually pissed. "oh, et si vous le savez, je dois également un diplôme en langues modernes. tête de noeud. dieu, je te déteste tellement." honestly, are you seeing how salty he is right now? someone seriously, for real woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. he had to resist the overwhelming urge to grab the glass ash tray and just throw it at the back of miles' head as hard as he could, and it sure was getting difficult to restrain himself. 'just let him leave, let him go get his stupid coffee, just ignore it,' gage told himself, huffing gently and forcing his gaze away from his partner.
xxxxxxthe detective lowered his amber eyes back down to the carpet and he pulled his sleeves over his hands, wrapping his arms around himself in a way that made him smaller and less significant. his shoulders became increasingly stiff as miles stormed out of the room abruptly, and he ducked his chin in a way that- had anyone else been there to see it- very clearly gave away how insecure he was feeling. he hated his apartment. he hated his car. he hated his job. he hated his parents. but most importantly, he hated his partner... and it sure as well wasn't going to be a walk in the park to go undercover with the guy. there was literally no aspect of gage's life where he actually felt alright, and the only thing that was even keeping him out of bed was the way each new case intrigued and inspired him.
xxxxxxsometimes he wanted to quit. sometimes he got that urge- to hell with the formalities, with the dire lengths he had to go to just to get proper evidence. to hell with the bosses, the clients, the partners, and whoever 'kelly' was- whoever that girl with the loud, high pitched voice and ultra popping chewing gum was, the one whose desk was right on the other side of his. to hell with the whole damn police station. but then every single time, right as he was pretty much ready to turn in his resignation, he'd get a folder on his desk. a new case, a new adventure, a new puzzle for his mind to fix. he wask hooked. being a detective was more addictive than any drug ever could have been, because every time gage wanted to stop he just kept coming back. every time. and even though that meant he'd have to work through that case with the most insufferable, manipulative, deceptive- okay, gage has some pent up angst against miles. no biggie.
xxxxxxjust as this thought ran through gage's head, the bumbling idiot stumbled with a burned hand and a less than full coffee, keeping his phone pressed to his ear with his shoulder. he simply stayed silent as he watched his partner speak on the phone, and when he was finally acknowledged he curled his shoulders and crinkled his nose. he hated the way miles looked at him, like he was disgusting, like he was worthless, like he was sick in the head... gage shook the thought off, a shiver scraping down his spine. he simply stayed quiet as a mouse and tucked his lower lip in, fidgeting with his sleeves and pulling them over his hands as much as he could. by the time miles was finished speaking on the phone, gage had downed the rest of his coffee and successfully pulled five long threads from the tweed couch he was sitting on. "please don't tell me i have to dress up."
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( ooc ) omg we planned wayyyy far ahead didn't we no ragratz