sloanevalentine

[sloanevalentine]

A day off where she could help her brother didn't come often, but she had found herself on a case and trailing someone. Why they had to come to the worlds busiest restaurant was the most annoying thing to her. The place was chaos and Lo hated every second of it, but the job was the job. She eyed the familiar face for a moment before dropping herself into the chair.

"Not your two o'clock, but I'll pay for your coffee and hopefully be out of your hair by two if I can sit here a little longer."

location: coffee shop, bar, anywhere public.

"Are you my two pm or are you just trying to grab an empty seat?" Clark always met new clients in public, never trusting anyone to be who they say they are, or not have an ulterior motive. It wouldn't be the first time he'd been punched by the ex-spouse of a client for pulling the rug out from underneath of their many infidelities, or for information provided by those who had paid for his private investigation services. Any sensitive information that needed to be passed on would always be done in a secure way, but until he felt like he could trust the person to, at the very least, not throw punches, they didn't get the honour of his offices address. Of course, some clients found their way there themselves, however if aligned through the usual means then this was how it worked.

#convo: cain

[sloanevalentine]

The laugh that left her lips when he told her about the parrot was light and full of life. She wrapped her fingers around the coffee cup the waitress had brought her and brought it to her lips taking a long pull before leaning backwards against the booth.

"I can't complain we've been a bit busy. the weathers been creepin' towards the warmer side so people are coming out more."

Rowan was in a world of his own, engrossed in the newspaper and sipping at a cup of overly strong coffee. Not that he minded. In fact, he thought he could use it. He'd spent so many late nights in his office recently and so many early mornings preparing to go back there that he needed some time out at a café to do something as simple as read the newspaper or people watch. But seeing a familiar face in Sloane was already a good start to the day.

"Same old same old, unfortunately," Rowan answered. "But there was an amusing story of an elderly lady who adopted a parrot that was prone to swearing. She had the shock of her life, I think."

He laughed and took a sip of coffee before turning his attention to Sloane. "How's your morning, Detective?"

#convo: rowan

[sloanevalentine]

@chiefhalliday

the finger nail of her index finger tapped against the coffee cup as she inhaled a sharp breath and lowered herself into the booth. The coffee shop was steady, but she had sought out the familiar face as soon as she stepped out of line. Sloane offered him a warm smile before nodding towards the news paper in front of him.

"Anything pressing in there?" She questioned as she brought the cup to her lips.

#convo: rowan

[sloanevalentine]

( ✉ → sms ) i dropped my pzziza o nt eh floror im fuckgin pissed (from Damien and was not meant for her)

( ✉ <- sms ) thats criminal.

( ✉ <- sms ) who is this again.

#answered #dtoussaint

[sloanevalentine]

The warm brown sugar latte was a welcoming taste. She was tired after having gotten little sleep due to a case demanding her attention late into the evening. Though she didn’t have to do it, sloane made a habit of walking her old beat keeping herself fresh on the what was occurring in the area that she was assigned. The scream for help jolted her to the stop though around her people keep rushing by not a care in the world for what was happening. After all it wasn’t their business to stick those nose into. The blinders New Yorkers was a thick as hell unless it was something that stood against what they believed in. Sloane threw the coffee in the overflowing trash and took off running in the direction the desperate call had come from. 

Coming to a skidding stop as he eyes landed on the woman with brown hair. Hands holding pressure to a wound. Sloane pulled her flashlight out of her belt holding in one hand while grabbing her phone in the other. Her words were quick and direct as she phoned dispatch before turning her attention back to the woman. “How can I help?”

Night time, anywhere in the city.

It had been a particularly bad day at work, having lost one of her favourite patients, one she had been caring for since she moved to New York City. It happened, she knew that. She also knew that it was out of her control but that didn't stop Isabelle from feeling sad about it. On her way home, she could've sworn she heard something in one of the alleyways. The woman knew New York could be dangerous, but it sounded like someone needed help and she couldn't just walk away from that. "Are you okay?" Isabelle asked, lowering herself quickly to the ground to try and access for injuries. "What happened?" A pause, and the familiar wetness of blood was felt on her hands. God, this lighting was so shit. "Help, somebody! I need a little light over here!"

#convo: isabelle

[sloanevalentine]

                         life ain’t easy                          life ain’t fair                                    a girl’s gotta fight for her rightful share

#musing

[sloanevalentine]

— BASICS 

Name: Sloane Valentine Age / D.O.B.: thirty-five years old, July 4th Gender, Pronouns & Sexuality: she/her/straight Hometown: Bensonhurst, Brooklyn Affiliation: Law Enforcement; non corrupt Job position: Detective / Private Investigator Education: NYPD Police Academy, Army Relationship status: Single Children: none Positive traits: Compassionate, strong, loyal, honorable, determined, punctual Negative traits: reckless, distrustful, stubborn, 

— BIOGRAPHY 

Triggers: mentions of death, war, injury, death, murder

Sloane was born to a lower class women in the troubled streets of Bensonhurst, Brooklyn. A gang war would result in her mother being murdered and with her father – long out of the picture – resulted in Sloane being thrusted into the system.  There had been no relatives to place - Sloane with nobody to brush her tears away when he mothers body lay in the middle of the streets. As strong as the hand of the detective had been against her small seven year old hand it hadn’t been enough to remove the image from her mind.  Sloane would pass through seventeen different homes before The Valentines stepped in. The prominent New York City family had adopted before and after Sloane had a run in with Emilia Valentine when she stole her purse, Christopher had done the only thing he had known how to do – bring her home. The Valentines had offered her something the seventeen homes before him hadn’t - safety, security, warmth. Yet somedays that hadn’t been enough - the abuse and trauma she had endured had left her skeptical of many.  As soon as she graduated high school she went straight into the Army knowing it was the only thing that was going to keep her alive because as much as the Valentines tried their best there was always a part of her that struggled to stay out of trouble.  Sloane excelled in the army - she trained hard, fought hard and it wasn’t long before she started moving up the ranks. Sloane found herself one of the only females to have had the ability to call herself an Army Ranger. Sloane had excelled with hand to hand combat, but give her a rifle and there wasn’t a shot she hadn’t been able to make.  At twenty, when she was back stateside in between routes, the man she had considered a father had been murdered. The Valentines had been unwavering in their morals and beliefs. Sloane had been taught when the universe pushes, you push back. She had been angry and nearly took justice into her own hands, but as she was stewing in the darkness – a man had joined her to this day she has no clue who he was but he had been able to talk her off the ledge. The next day she had found out she was shipping back out.  Though short lived, Sloane had a successful career in the military. An ambush that took out a majority of her unit would leave the Sergeant First Class honorably discharged and hospitalized. Being stateside left Sloane feeling without a purpose, she started working with her brother at his private investigation agency, but it wasn’t enough. Sloane found herself in the police academy and it wasn’t long before she was quickly picked up for the intelligence unit. Her size is often underestimated, but the ones who work beside her know that she has their back.

— HEADCANONS / PLOTS

Sloane had left the US Army with the rank of Sergeant First Class. She served two tours in Iraq with the 3rd battalion. 75th ranger regiment. 

During her final four her team was ambushed, killing a majority of her unit and leaving her hospitalized. As a result she was honorably discharged.

Though she hides it it extremely well; Sloane has PTSD and often doesn’t sleep at night. 

Sloane is extremely close with her older brother and is one of 5 siblings – all of these siblings are adopted as she has no bio siblings. 

She doesn’t drink a lot of caffeine - no energy drinks, but enjoys coffee. 

It is possible that Sloane could be encouraged to assist one of the organizations in town. Maybe they offer her information on who killed her adoptive father.

Momma valentine passed away shortly after her husband was murdered.

— WANTED CONNECTIONS / PLOTS If applicable!

siblings adoptive (0/5) // previous foster siblings

former army buddies

FWB

Partner in the NYPD

more to come

#/about #wb.intro #updated a little bit

[sloanevalentine]

Send “✆” for a MORNING text. Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text. Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text. Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text. Send “#” for a RANDOM text. Send “@” for a SCARED text. Send “&” for a LOVING text. Send “%” for a CURIOUS text. Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text. Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

[sloanevalentine]

@giftober 2023 | day six: red ↳ daisy + red outfits

@lgbtqcreators battleship bingo: wardrobe

#I love her #chardev

[sloanevalentine]

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕨𝕖 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕦𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕜 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕖𝕤 - 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕜 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕖𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕀 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕣𝕒𝕡 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕒 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕗𝕦𝕟. 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕦𝕤 𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕦𝕤 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕖𝕕𝕘𝕖. 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕥𝕙 𝕚𝕤 𝕀'𝕞 𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕤𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘. 𝕀 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕞𝕪 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤 - 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕕𝕘𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕒 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕠𝕣 𝕓𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕝 𝕠𝕗 𝕒 𝕘𝕦𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕚𝕤, 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕘𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕓𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕕𝕒𝕪? 𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕘𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕓𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕘𝕦𝕟?

#chardev #did I recycle this #yes #am I mad about it #no

[sloanevalentine]

If karma doesn't hit you; I will.

#chardev

[sloanevalentine]

"aint no one comin'" she mused without looking up from the laptop as her fingers quickly danced across the keyboard. She was working; always working. As Jack finished reading the last line of the document before her before nodding towards the seat before her. “Better sit before you lose it to the guy in the elmo outfit.”

status: open!

location: a café somewhere <3

" mind if i sit there? " lips split apart into a wide, almost overly friendly smile, pearly whites shining beneath lightbulbs overhead. every other seat in the establishment is either in use or reserved ( that is, usually, code for don't fucking sit here, man ), so noah tries his best to come across as apologetic. it's not like he's singled this seat out, after all— when it's the only one available, he has to make do.

" long as you ain't waitin' for someone, i mean. ya just looked awful lonely, n'— " he motions to the crowded café, " — it ain't like i got anywhere else t' sit, heh. "

#convo: noah

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"Its because I'd be a shit ass partner if I left you to fend for yourself in all of this," her glass raises and does a half circle to the crowd before them. Gatherings like this were just asking for a problem in her opinon, they caused her to be on alert. She'd even mentally given herself a drink cap. she offered him a smile though knowing that he was having a good time that mattered to her. "I'm glad you're having fun."

Darwyn had taken to the side of the party, tuning into the part of him that was content people watching. Amber hues did pick up certain figure covered in red. He had spotted her earlier in the night, convincing her to meet him before the clock struck twelve. He half doubted that she would bail, sending him a text that she changed her mind, but a grin spread across his features when she came into his line of sight. He plucks one glass from her. "I know, but you're here because of me." His grin turns smug.

#convo: darwyn

[sloanevalentine]

You sure you’re alright?

#musing #tw: ptsd #someone gimme threads where I dive deeper into this

[sloanevalentine]

They say God gives his toughest battles to his strongest soldiers, and what doesn’t kill you makes you strong. …and as much as anyone can say how invincible I seem or how fearless I am or how brave I must be, I’m still human.

#chardev

[sloanevalentine]

@darwynxblack || NYE event

"hey trouble," she called out as she dipped under a waitstaff's tray before quickly snagging two of the glasses of fit. She held one out for him. "You know I hate every second of this, right?"

#convo: darwyn

[sloanevalentine]

@samemiistakes

Slipping out of the party hadn’t been hard, in fact if she didn’t go back in it would be no skin off her back but she had promised Darwyn that she’d be back before midnight. Alright, cinderella hurry your ass up then. She though to herself as she peered at the text from her brother again. The older Valentine had been working a case and had called in a favor and Sloane never turned him down. Mostly because working part time as a PI often worked in her favor. 

After helping him she was high tailing it back to the part. Feet hurting, bruised knuckles and ready for a drink. The sound of a commotion caught her attention. Dark brown hues narrowing in on the blue lights that illuminated the alley. Normally she wouldn’t get involved, but the sound of a familiar voice captured her attention. 

“Hey,” Sloane called out as she fished into her purse retrieving her badge. Working quickly because she watched the uniformed guys body language start to switch to seeing her as a potential threat. “Detective Valentine, intelligence. He’s with me.” 

“But.” she cut him off before he had a chance to finish his sentence.

“No buts, get your hands off him, get back in your patrol cars and forget you were eva here.” Her words were sharp, lanced with annoyance. Lo watched as the two men let go of Gabe and started back towards their cruiser. When the glow of the tail lights were out of sight she turned her attention back to him. 

“You good?” She didn’t question why he’d been stopped. She had her suspicions but that wasn’t a concern for her at this very moment.

#convo: gabe