Indigo
“I am terrified by this dark thing, That sleeps in me; All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.”― Sylvia Plath, Ariel ... Biography
Unfortunately at the scene, evidence was found on his body that had gone missing from the LAPD and a internal investigation started even while he was laying unconcious. Not long after he woke, it leaked to the public and over the next few months more details about the kind of cop Indigo was slowly was released. He took and gave bribes, kept the guilty out of prison if they could help him solve his cases, stole evidence cover for others, roughed up people and trafficked in narcotics. Anything to get what he considered...the real justice. The investigation was very public...and through either internal help or just plain dumb luck, anything tying him to the crimes was lost or mishandled. He was cleared of the charges but the public outcry was such that he was still released from the force. He was silent, hiding, a ghost for ten long years. Solitary gets old though and Indigo has acquired his P.I license and walked into the light. RP Hooks
Filing cabinetFaded ink, Manilla Folder, Sticker reads 'M'
The rain cascaded down in heavy sheets, casting a somber hue upon the city's labyrinthine streets. Neon signs flickered weakly, struggling to pierce through the gloom that enveloped every corner. In this world of shadows and secrets, where darkness clung to every facade, a fierce woman emerged like a beacon of defiance... ...A raven-haired enigma with piercing dark eyes, she possessed a lethal grace that could freeze a man's soul with a single glance. She moved with a predator's instinct, her lithe frame emanating an aura of untamed power... ...Indigo Jones knew her well. It was a complicated relationship, one woven with threads of loyalty and a shared understanding of the shadows that danced in their pasts... ...She fought not for glory, but for justice. And in this city teeming with corruption, justice was an elusive mistress... ...There was a magnetism about her that drew the detective in. He saw in her eyes a flicker of vulnerability, buried beneath layers of stoicism and scars both visible and unseen. She had been forged in the crucible of tragedy, and Indigo recognized a kindred spirit within her. They were both broken souls, held together by the fragile strands of purpose and the shared quest for redemption... ...In a city where loyalties shifted like shadows, Indigo's devotion to M remained unyielding. He had seen the depths of her darkness, the demons that haunted her every step, and yet he stood steadfastly at her side. He knew that her battle was not one she could face alone, for the darkness had a way of devouring even the most formidable souls... ...In her, he found an anchor amidst the tempest, a beacon of hope in a world that had long forgotten its own... ...a cacophonous symphony of justice and redemption, fueled by a bond that transcended the shadows... Careful Cursive, Leather bound journal, Sticker reads 'Lady Fairbrook'
She strutted into the room, her presence as commanding as a queen holding court. Lady Sophia Fairbrook, a name that dripped with prestige and privilege, was a force to be reckoned with. Her hair framed a face adorned with sharp features that exuded an air of self-assuredness. Clad in an elegant black gown that hugged her every curve, she possessed a beauty that turned heads and a power that demanded attention... ...Indigo Jones watched her from a distance, his gaze tinged with a mixture of awe and disdain. Lady Fairbrook was the epitome of confidence, an embodiment of aristocratic arrogance that made his blood boil. She flaunted her wealth like a peacock flaunts its plumage, strutting through the world with a sense of entitlement that grated against his every instinct... ...It wasn't just her opulence that irked Jack; it was the way she carried herself, the way she looked down upon those she deemed beneath her. She navigated the intricate webs of high society with practiced ease, her every move calculated to maintain her elevated status. Her pride was a suit of armor, impenetrable and impenitent, shielding her from the realities faced by ordinary people... ...In the shadowy world they inhabited, where darkness lurked behind every corner, Indigo believed that true strength lay in humility, in acknowledging the fragility of the human spirit. Lady Fairbrook, with her grandiose airs and self-aggrandizing theatrics, was a living embodiment of everything he detested. Her overbearing confidence masked a vulnerability she refused to acknowledge, and it fueled his disdain... ...But as much as Indigo despised her prideful nature, he couldn't deny her power and influence. He begrudgingly recognized that, in this game of shadows, she held the key to unraveling the mysteries that plagued their city. So, despite his reservations, he would swallow his pride and dance alongside her, each step fueling his determination to expose the truth... ...In the dimly lit room, Detective Indigo Jones watched Lady Sophia Fairbrook with a mixture of annoyance and begrudging respect. She was a formidable opponent, a woman whose pride knew no bounds. But beneath that veneer of self-importance, he sensed a vulnerability that he couldn't quite ignore. And as he prepared to plunge deeper into the murky depths of their shared world, he vowed to peel away the layers of her conceit and uncover the truth that lay hidden within...
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