Quantico;;; A CRIMINAL MINDS ROLEPLAY

kelsey_lee @ 04:18 am: TITLE: Shopping.
CHARACTERS: Speed and Trixie.
RATING: PG
SUMMARY: Spencer takes Kelsey shopping for an engagement ring.
OPEN/CLOSED: closed.
STATUS: Incomplete

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Kelsey was nervous again. They had left his mom in her room and were now in the car driving. To where? She didn't exactly know but Spencer seemed to know where he was going. She looked over at him and smiled, grabbing his hand and squeezing it in hers as he kept his other hand on the steering wheel.

"So we're getting married," she beamed. "TODAY!"

tatiana_ @ 06:24 pm: TITLE: Privyet Profilers!
CHARACTERS: Tatiana Kirillovna & the available team
RATING: PG + for language
SUMMARY: The team surveys the crime scene for information and Tatiana cops an attitude.
OPEN/CLOSED: Open
STATUS: Incomplete

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Tatiana's death glare did not change. The cop in front of her was wearing on a nerve. She just wanted to tuck herself into bed with a bottle of liquor and call it a night. She was a fairly grounded girl but she wanted this to be a nightmare and that she would wake up in the morning with a bitch of a hangover and her father still alive.

"Glupaya svina," she spat to the cop who groaned.

"Here she goes again with her foreign mumbo jumbo," Officer Smithson sighed. The other officer standing by the door of the small room shook his head.

"You're this close to deportation, kid," Officer Anders growled, waggling his finger in her direction.

"UJTI!" Tatiana snapped, pointing to the door. "Hui Vas!"

"Listen Miss Kiril- ugh, whatever, if you help us, we can get the prick who did this to your father, but since you're being difficult, we can't help but think you're a subject you know...we could lock you up..." Officer Smithson teased, not serious but he did think locking the teen up could be beneficial.

"Hui Vas!" Tatiana spat again.

Officer Smithson slammed his hands on the table, "Speak God Damned ENGLISH."

"Fuck you," Tatiana smirked.

Officer Anders rolled his eyes as there was a knock on the door. He opened the door to the small office of the fancy apartment building they were intterogating the girl in and listened to a woman, giving a nod.

"Hey Smithson, feds are here."

"Finally," Smithson replied, running a palm over his balding head. He motioned to the door, grabbing Tatiana under the arm, locking his fingers into the plush fur of her coat.

"C'mon, maybe one of them can get something out of you."