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( picture prompt meme )

the picture prompt meme
I — Comment with your character.
II — Others will leave a picture (or two, or three...)
III — Reply to them with a setting based on the picture.
IV — Link to any pictures that are NSFW, please.
V — Be aware that this meme will likely be image-heavy. That's kind of the point.
Link to an image: | Embed an image in your reply: | You can control width and height of your pictures: |
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The sky's red, warming the dim glow of the lamps that filters out from the motel out onto the little pool out front. Amy leans against the fence, a cigarette in her hand, a kerchief tying back her mousy brown hair. There's still a bruise under her eye, though she's mostly forgotten about it. It's something she only remembers when she smiles too widely, the muscles still sore, aching to remind her that she's paid a price for her current anonymity.
Granted, she still doesn't totally fit in, even if she thinks she does. Not the way Holder fits in, anyway, gray on gray on gray in this gray little town, hoodie pooled around his shoulders. But that's nice, in its own way. A different set of colors than the one of the man on so many TVs, now, asking for the public's help in getting her back. Nick Dunne, with the liar's chin.
She makes easy small talk, weight leaning on one foot as she rolls the ankle of the other, a sort of mirror to the way she tilts her head as she listens to him. ]
So you're a cop?
[ (Her regular voice. She gives up on the fake accent before coming into town.) ]
What kind of mileage does that get around here?