monopoly and moar boys

[mwestbelle]

Last night was the most INTENSE Monopoly game of my ENTIRE LIFE. FIVE HOURS. SHOUTING, SUICIDE, STRIPPERS AND TROPHY BOYS WIVES. It was awesome. A++, would play again.

Unfortunately, I was sitting half on a matress on the floor, so my lower back and tailbone are KILLING ME NOW, plus I had ballroom dance this morning, with rumba and HIP ACTION OW. But now I'm back in my room, and it's time for...more picspam! (Very Gerard-heavy)



Great start, Gerard! Love the...tinsel?

Hat over the eyes always makes me drool.

YES. This is my NUMBER ONE VERY FAVORITE picture of Patrick EVER. I need dom!Patrick.

Look at all of their little faces

I'm happy when you're happy!

HAT. And SHIRT. And FACE.

I really dig the composition of this, as well as Ryan's slinky hips.

Another super-duper fave. I dig dead!Brendon, what can I say? (Oh god, Zombiesex plotbunnies!)

I know it's part of the stageshow and all, but I just heart how he's all "Agh! GIRLPARTS! DO NOT WANT!"

I want glasses like this. (His hairline looks really receded here)

FACE. (I said it was a recurring theme)

He's just such an adorable puppy!

Caressing! And rosevest! So cute!

Not cute. Hot.

Dorkasses!

Sleepy snugglings! Gryffindor scarf!

Oh Ryan, face.

Happy Ryan!face!

I covet that coat (not to mention what's in it...)

Hey look! When he's not busy being a dorkass, hotass, or fondling Frank, sometimes Gerard sings (just, you know, once in a while)!

Serious!face. I really like that blue with his skintone (wear more color, Gerard!)

I...I don't even know.

ROCKGOD. I'm really into TBP uniforms, I dunno.

GERARD WILL KILL YOU...

...WITH CUTE <3

DON'T EVER GET NEW PANTS, GERARD!

EEHEE, GERARD!

LITTLE FINGERS!

This is my favorite hair, I think.

MOUTH! But I actually really liked the white, too (in the minority, I know).

Just look at the curve of his jaw! (I AM RUNNING OUT OF THINGS TO SAY ABOUT YOU, GERARD, STOP BEING SO AWESOME)

Rocky Horror shirt! (I'M KIDDING GERARD, NEVER STOP!)

NEVER EVER.

EVER.

*flail*

Oh god. The hair in the eyes just MAKES IT.

This looks rather manip-ish, but it's pretty, so I don't care.

BOYFRIENDS.

ANGSTY HOMELESS BOYFRIENDS.

Everytime I think he can't be any more adorable...

*DIES*

You can tell he's serious! He's got his interview!hands!

I...erm...I really like that vest.

...

Yay for ties?

More interview!hands.

Oh hai there, priest!kink, how've you been?

Yeah, I'm good too.


SO MANY HEARTS.

C'mon boys, we may accept eyefuckery from Brendon and Ryan, but we know you can do better.

Oh hush, Gerard.

That's right, go cry to your sister Mikeyway.

This one isn't great for Mikeyway, because adorable as he is, Gerard is just ETHEREALLY PRETTY in this shot.

Tambourine! (Gerard + Spencer + Tambourines?? Y/Y???)

Look! Skintone! STUBBLE!!

This pic was actually my very first introduction to Gerard outside of music vids, back when I was trolling around on Green Day message boards I AM NOT ASHAMED, STOP JUDGING ME! I was all "Wow, the scary guy with the droopy hair looks kinda sweet" Ah, younger self, you had so much to learn.

Pretteh!

Oh no, the SUNGLASSES!

I'm normally not a huge fan of screencaps, but...CUTE.

JON WALKER HAS CRAZY SEX WITH GERARD HAIR. Also, MORE LIPBITING PLZ!

Thank you, Patrick. (I secretly love him best when he's more red-heady.)

Just kidding! I love him best when he's a lounge singer who's taking me going to prom!

LOVE THIS PIC. Just, his EYES, and his HAIR, and somehow both SO PRETTY and REAL BOY.

Semi-creepy awkward smile time!

This is like, an almost-gangsta face. Nice try, Gerard, go ask Gabe for help.

...forget I said anything. You're very good at what you do, honey.

I agree with that shirt.

A tiny part of my brain is going "NOM PETE," but most of it is going "PUPPY!!" Less than three, Hemmy.

Cool.

Mmm...guitarhotness and FIRE. I like FIRE.

MORE COWBELL TAMBOURINE! (Shit, I made that joke last time. Ah well, too bad.)

I don't know who that guy is, but Spencer could power the Eastern Seaboard with that smile.

What is it with bandboys and dorkass sunglasses? There should be a study done. FOR SCIENCE.

Never stops being funny and adorkable.

I love that everyone is Goth Model-y and sexiful in their BP uniforms, and Bob's all "O HAI, I HAS TERRIBLE INFECTIONS TRYIN' TO EAT MAH BRAINZ" (And you know Gerard's all "BRAINZ?!" And Mikey and Frankie have to be like "NOT FOR YOU, GERARD! BOB NEEDS HIS BRAINZ!" And then there's pouting. I DON'T EVEN KNOW)

Agh, so much angsty!pretty

I think Bob is awesome, but he doesn't usually make me go "GUH." ... *point point point* GUH.

REAL SUBTLE, BRENDON.

I approve of: Spencer's jacket (even the weird feathery thing), Ryan and Brendon's jackets, Brendon's FACE
I do not approve of: Jon Walker's Pimpstache (Just, no.)

Mmmmmm.

I want Mikeyway's coat, gloves, glasses. He looks so sweet with his not!boyfriend.

This looked RAWKED majorly for Frank.

I cannot take seriousy anyone who talks to me about guitarsex without mentioning Frank. BENDY.

How so pretty? No, really, HOW?

Look, priest!kink is back! And he brought friends!

*WAVES*

FRECKLES. And god, his eyes are SO GORGEOUS.

OTP, in blue. (Where is the bandom Smurfs AU? Who's Smurfette? We'd have to have a Survivor for the various bandom bicycles.)

I'm so sorry I don't have more pictures of you, Mikeyway! I do love you! I promise!

Frank latches onto Gerard! Gerard grabs for Mikey! OT3!

I love how Gerard looks like he just has EXPANSES of pale flesh exposed, since everyone else is covered practically ankle to chin.

I haven't seen this hair very much, but I like it a lot.

HIS HANDS, THEY DO THINGS TO ME.

If someone asked me to compile a list of pictures you'd have to look at to "get Gerard," this would be pretty high up.

WE LIKE TREES No really, it's not like we lurk in basements or anything!

Gerard, why so feline? Ray, why so...er....

THERE IS NO INCEST IN BANDOM! NOTHING TO SEE HERE, MOVE ALONG!

Seriously, Gerard, do you wear pants until they ROT OFF? (Bet he does.)

Painfully pretty! Great colors.

NOM.

SO MUCH SHINY HAIR

Haven't seen you for a while, JWalk. Lookin' sharp.

I lied, I totally want these glasses.

Pouty face! TUMMY!

Don't smirk at me, Jon Walker! It makes me melty

Their FACES are just CLASSIC. And I cannot stop staring at how TINY Ryan is, in his entire self.

Okay, my fingers kinda hurt from capslocking, and I still have real writing to do...so, the last installment of bandspam will be forthcoming. Hope this brings a smile <3

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Toro leans forward, and he's so close to the answer he can practically taste it. "I know that was a lie," he says, low and soft. "You know who did it. Who was it?" And he's trying not to let any excitement show, but Wentz might give them exactly what they're looking for after all.

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"I--" And Pete knows he can't say anything, he can't sell Gerard and Frank out. They took care of Brent (he would be lying if he said he wasn't at all happy that the guy who killed Ryan got repaid in kind) and are, really, cool guys. And Mikey would never forgive him. "I honestly don't know. Probably some kid who figured out what happened to Ryan." Almost, sort-of, partially the truth. He hopes it's enough.

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Toro glances back to Bryar, a skeptical look. He knows it's not the truth--well, he amends, it's probably partially the truth. But it's not enough.

"A name?" he asks, turning back to Pete.

"I told you, I don't know," Pete repeats, and he's met with two disbelieving stares. He swallows hard.

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"Why don't you want to tell us?" Toro goes for a different approach--there are only a few real reasons he can think of that Wentz wouldn't be willing to give them a name. He may just stalwartly not want to help them, but if that was the case, he wouldn't have given out Brent's name. So either he killed the kid himself, like Bryar suggested, or he's protecting whoever did. Given Wentz's connections to Michael, Toro can feel Way all over this. They just have to get Wentz to give them something.

"I don't, I just don't know." He's been reduced to repeating the same tired argument, and Toro could almost grin. They're getting close.

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"Why don't you want to give us the name?" Toro hesitates before offering, "Was it because you did it?" He's likely to get either no answer or an explosive denial--and if it's the second, it has to be Way that did it.

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Pete looks up, shocked. "What? Fuck, no. No, of course I didn't." He can't say for sure that he wouldn't have, had Frank given him a name and a place but--no, no, he wouldn't. Ryan was always his, and he misses him like hell, but he doesn't think he has it in him to kill.

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Toro feels a little like cheering, but forges on. "Who are you trying to protect?" It's obvious at this point, to him, at least, but knowing it and hearing it out of Wentz's mouth are two very different things.

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"No one." They know, Pete can tell, they know and they're not going to stop until he tells them what they want to hear. But he'll never be able to, because even if he tells them, they'll never believe that Gerard hasn't done anything wrong (besides be too accepting of Frank's "alternative lifestyle" choice). And whatever Frank has done, he saved Alex, Ryland and Nate, and he made sure that Pete's boys are safe from Brent the only surefire way. He has to tell them something, anything to get them off the trail, but he's never been good at lying.

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Toro knows, and with a quick glance at Bryar, he confirms it--they both know who Wentz is hiding, and they both know that he's probably not going to say anything. The only problem is the next move.

Pete, meanwhile, sits in silence, trying to think of something he can say that will satisfy them but not give up Gerard and Frank. The only problem is, he can't think of anything.

After a long pause, Toro finally has to say something. "If you can't tell us who it is, can you tell us if we know who they are?"

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Pete doesn't have any illusions as to what Frank would do to him if he rats them out, especially if Gerard ends up getting hurt. But it doesn't seem like there's much choice--he doesn't have any more outs, and if he refuses to talk, he has no doubt that the upstanding Officer Bryar is going to book him with a smile on his face (and to think he was actually kinda sorry when Brendon torched him).

"I just--" he isn't used to this, wasn't cut out for it. Patrick would do better, he can go deadly cool in stressful situations where Pete just freaks out. "--I don't want anyone else to get hurt." Including me.

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Toro looks at Bryar for a moment and nods. "We can make sure you're kept safe, you know. We could... arrange something." He knows that Wentz probably is anticipating being murdered himself if he rats someone--Way--out, but he knows people who do protection gigs and they're good at what they do.

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They can both see that Wentz's resolve is weakening. Bryar isn't surprised--he's dealt with enough lowlifes to know that they'll never protect each other for long. He watches intently while Wentz studies his hands.

"I didn't get a name," Wentz says, slow and still studying his fingernails. "It didn't sound like he was a newbie, though."

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And that is practically a name in and of itself. Toro nods and turns to Bryar. "I think," he says, slowly, looking back at Wentz, who is still studying his fingernails as if they have all of life's mysteries under them, "that we've gotten what we need to know. Right?"

He's itching to get into the details surrounding Brent's murder, now that he knows for sure that it's Way again. He doesn't enjoy the nasty aspects of his job, but when he finds something to work with he'll run with it until he drops.

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"Can I go then?" Wentz looks up quickly, and Toro exchanges a look with Bryar--his face is stormy and he's obviously not pleased with this--who nods curtly. Toro turns back to Wentz and smiles a little.

"We'll call you if we have any more questions." Wentz is out of the room like a shot as soon as Bryar opens the door. Toro watches him practically jog down the hallway then turns to Bryar. "Sandwiches and casefiles?"

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Bryar looks thoughtful for a moment before nodding. "Yeah," he says, and he looks a little annoyed but nowhere near as tense as in the room with Wentz. "I'll get the files," and he starts for them but stops, turning around.

"Can you get me something without mustard this time? I don't really care what, but... yeah." And with that he turns to go pick up the case file, fingers drumming on his leg as he walk.s

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Toro checks around the station to see if anyone else is planning for lunch before surrendering and running down to the deli at the end of the street himself.

When he gets back to Bryar's desk, the files are already spread out, grisly photos and all. Not great lunch fare, but he's (mostly) used to it. He drops a wrapped sandwich in front of Bryar (turkey) and unwraps his own tuna salad. "Any new thoughts?"

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"Well," Bryar says thoughtfully, unwrapping and sniffing his turkey sandwich speculatively, "It's Way's work, but it feels a little different. Maybe..." He breaks off, taking a bite of his sandwich and there's a long moment before he continues, "more rushed? I--hmm."

Toro bites into his sandwich and leans over, looking at the photos. He's become so used to eating while looking at case files (working around the clock, mostly); it almost disturbs him, sometimes.

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"It's sloppier, definitely." Toro sticks out his finger to keep a glob of mayonnaise and celery from landing on a glossy photo and sucks it off speculatively. "Maybe rushed. Maybe angry?"

Bryar leans in, tracing the knife wounds with a finger and nodding. "I see that. He's always been neat, clean cuts. This is a little closer to the hackjob we usually get from these types."

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"There is a big gap between this one and the one before it," Toro points out, taking another bite. It's not a big one, but it makes his words a little indistinct. "Pent-up anger, maybe? Couldn't kill because he doesn't want to leave a trail while he's on the run, and then here's an opportunity." He's talking it out--it's an old habit, back from when he was working on one of his first cases. It made things easier to think, easier to understand.

"Why would he take it quickly? If he's going to do it why wouldn't he take his time?" Bryar shuffles through the files, trying to piece things together, and maybe it's a little detail but it seems strange to him.

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"Fear of capture, maybe? Wanted to get out of town fast?" But that doesn't make sense, if he was really afraid of getting caught he wouldn't have killed at all. "Maybe he's slipping. All that time without killing, and now it's a frenzy." It's a scary thought, but seems a likely one.

Bryar nods a little absentmindedly, still frowning. "Why Wilson? Out of all the people in Chicago, Way just happens to go for the one who just killed another kid?"

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Toro hesitates for a moment, because he's just had a thought, but it's impossible. At least, he's pretty sure it is.

"What if..." He frowns. "What if Way knew that Wilson had killed the other kid--Ross? What if that was..." And he knows he sounds crazy at this point but he's past caring. "What if that was the point?"

Bryar gives him a skeptical look. "What?"

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"You're right, it can't be coincidence." Toro drums his fingers against the desk. "He had to have known."

"It doesn't make sense," Bryar counters. "He spends years slaughtering random clubbers then, what? He gets into vengeance? Doesn't fit. People like him don't care about anyone else."

"Something has to fit. There's no way this was random."

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Bryar is silent for a long moment, because Toro does have a fair point--the odds of it happening randomly are slim to none. And... "And he wasn't a clubber," Bryar points out. It's obvious, but it bears repeating--it isn't quite how Way operates in a lot of ways, it seems. "You might have something, I don't know."

"It's not self-defense and it's not random. So... where did he find out about Ross's death from? What's the connection there?" Toro frowns.

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"Wentz? He knew about both Ross and Wilson, a lot more than he was telling us." Both of their sandwiches lie forgotten on the desk while they immerse themselves in the files.

"So, what?" Bryar picks up one of the reports from the scene and flips through, scanning for anything they might have missed. "Way shows up, Wentz cries about what happened to his little boyfriend, and Way decides to go after the Wilson kid? Like, a favor? Or some kind of twisted morality?"

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"It's possible," Toro murmurs, still flipping through files. "As a favor for Way's brother or for Wentz, though?" Not that it particularly matters, in the end, but he wants to get the subtleties of the case down before he starts moving into the uncertain ground of actually trying to find Way again.

Bryar leans back in his chair, head tipping back, and his fingers drum on the desk. It's his default thinking pose, and Toro would find it funny if it didn't seem to help so much.