The Eternal Melody

Play the moments, Pause the memories, Stop the pain, Rewind the happiness. ♫ Christine Elayna Radcliffe . 32 . Musician Unawakened Old Soul ♫ Corruption point: 18

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✉ || Chris & Andy

Andy: Yeah, a compliment. Everybody loves champagne at a rally race!

Andy: Justin. I read that. Apparently Braddock was a target. I've been looking into it. Doubt it. Everyone across town is being infected. At different rates and different times.

Andy: LMAO. So you're going to be grumpy in death, too? I can't wait. ;)

Andy: It's not my 'forte' - I just beeend them when it suits me. SOMETIMES.

Andy: Wait. What?

Andy: Too late, too late! Already freaking out. You want to meet NOW?

Chris: Well, I don't. I don't drink, remember? :P

Chris: Yea, it literally feels like even my days are numbered now...

Chris: That sounds kinda depressing, doesn't it? Considering how happy we were when we first moved here.

Chris: Anyway,

Chris: Yea Man, "sometimes". Totally buyin' that ¬_¬

Chris: Well, I was actually getting ready to visit Blue Moon... Somehow the hall is still not canceling solo performances, as long as the performers aren't bedridden.

Chris: So... Need a new dress.

Chris: But if you're ready to put the plan in motion, why not? I can use some sisterly advice.

Chris: Or better yet: screw my job, get me out of here and we can hole up at Mom and Dad's.

Chris: What's the worst that could happen, right?

Chris: Though... You sure you wanna leave?

Chris: Because, well, it's not like we're responsible for this town's safety, but...

Chris: Leaving when it's in total chaos somehow feels...wrong.

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✉ || Chris & Andy

Andy: Very specific. Wouldn't expect anything less from you though, so, that's a good sign. :)

Andy: At least you have an idea of how you feel. You got something to work with. No, you don't, which kinda sounds unhealthy... I really feel like you just always bottle everything up until your lid pops. You're like a champagne bottle at a rally race.

Andy: Other than the infection there's now MORE?

Andy: It's not like you knew, Chris. And we're gonna survive. We gotta...

Andy: Mom and Dad would be SO PISSED if we didn't make it.

Andy: Okay, but... Where in my last text did you ready anything about this being 'legal'? I want to see my sister. That shouldn't be a crime. Fuck the police.

Chris: "You're like a champagne bottle at a rally race."

Chris: Eh, whatever. I'll take that as a compliment.

Chris: Yea, I'm not 100% sure about it, but a friend of yours (Jude? Justin?) said on the Telegraph that the disease is spread in this town on purpose or something like that.

Chris: It's anyone's game now. Who knows if the culprit somehow decides to drop the bomb in our neighborhood.

Chris: Oh, my dead soul would be pissed too if we didn't.

Chris: "Fuck the police."

Chris: So yeah. As much as I hate to say this, you're the one in charge, Ma'am. Lead the way.

Chris: I'm dressing up as we speak, btw. So if you don't hear from me in the next 10-15 minutes, you know what's up.

Chris: Don't freak out.

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✉ || Chris & Andy

Andy: Umm... I would think... You feel... Uncertain?

Andy: I've been trying to get outside sources... Confirmation about any progress and... Well, nothing.

Andy: They still haven't found Delgado? Shit. It probably doesn't matter now...

Andy: Anyway, I've been thinking that it would be easier for you to sneak out than for me to sneak in.

Andy: Maybe. On one hand I can totally see us skipping town. And on the other, well, we've made friends here... And say I sound too much like dad, but we've made a name for ourselves a long time ago... Why would we want to give that up, you know?

Andy: How are you feeling? Are you okay? Please, be honest...

Chris: 'Uncertain' would be an understatement.

Chris: I'm 10/10 on the outside, but on the inside? Chop a chicken's head off its body and let it run free until it dies from blood loss.

Chris: That's the best I can describe how I'm feeling right now. Except I don't really lose my cool; well, not yet, at least. The chicken in me still has enough blood to keep it alive.

Chris: But in all seriousness, I'm fine. We've got other things to worry about.

Chris: And yea, I know. I mean, I was practically the one who signed us up for this when I enrolled to MPU. I wouldn't have invited you to come along if I'd thought we wouldn't survive.

Chris: It's just...

Chris: Too much to wrap my head around sometimes.

Chris: Anyway,

Chris: "It would be easier for you to sneak out than for me to sneak in."

Chris: So...

Chris: Any suggestions?

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✉ || Chris & Andy

Chris: So, uh...

Chris: Not sure if it's a good thing that you're locked out of the town, but you know how I feel about waiting in such uncertainty.

Chris: I mean, it's been almost a week since you were scheduled to be home and they're still not letting us see each other.

Chris: It's not like the quarantine helps that much, anyway.

Chris: If anything, they only make things worse. The whole town is in panic and what good have the authorities done, really?

Chris: Hell, they don't even know how to track one damn sick girl down.

Chris: Sorry for the long rant. I'm just so done with this town now. Should've left when we had the chance.

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bold all that apply

my muse…

likes artificial watermelon | sleeps in what they’re already wearing | eats their cereal with milk | listens to music with earbuds | hates the summer | can recite past the first four digits of pi | eats frosting out of the jar | doodles on their notebooks | can bake cookies | has a garden | has had a snowball fight | eats pancakes without syrup | prefers shorts to pants | can name more than ten superheroes | has a plan for the zombie apocalypse | uses the same password for everything | can’t hold their breath for more than fifteen seconds | watches anime | hasn’t read harry potter | can say ‘I love you’ in more than one language | prefers mechanical pencils | thinks space is cool | takes personality tests more than once to make sure | can’t tie their shoelaces | has a purse | likes salad | likes cool colors better than warm colors | knows how to braid hair | reads biographies | can ice skate | knows their mbti | reads astrology charts | prefers the star wars prequels to the original trilogy | plays video games | reads the newspaper | likes chocolate ice cream better | doesn’t cuss | memorizes song lyrics | collects coupons | has a preferred order at starbucks | likes movie theater popcorn | has seen a play | listens to music with headphones | owns a hoodie | would rather own cds than online copies | has written a poem | can shuffle cards | subscribes to a magazine | double dips when eating | drinks directly out of the milk container | keeps a journal

[chrisradcliffes-blog]

CHRISTINE RADCLIFFE // Moral Alignment: Neutral Good

You are guided by your conscience, rather than any formal laws or traditions. You may occasionally break the rules, but it’s generally in service of the greater good. Popular neutral good characters: Jake the Dog from Adventure Time Albus Dumbledore from Harry Potter Glenn from The Walking Dead

[azianxpersuasionwrites]

MOUNTPROSPECTRP INCORRECT QUOTES [ 15/ ?? ]

Christine Radcliffe

[nikolai-sokoloff-blog]

The nagging over the phone goes into his one ear and out of the other. He didn’t plan on getting caught, so he naturally didn’t exactly worry about the consequence. Conscious of the wary set of eyes on him, Nikolai opts not to respond to the ‘my house is off limit’ talk. They can have that conversation after cleaing air with the older Radcliffe. He turns on the speaker and let Andrea deal with the situation.

“I prefer unconventional and creative.” He retorts halfheartedly. Even him doesn’t enjoy being called an idiot. He turns his eyes to the angry dweller, studying her quietly as the sisters talk. He should have been more cautious or taken control of the situation. He could have staged everything was a simple burglary gone wrong, threatened Radcliffe 2 to keep quiet as he snooped around. But he was preoccupied by the dog and couldn’t bother. 

He can hear the sound of call ending from Radcliffe 2′s phone. At least police is out of the picture. Instead, Andrea Radcliffe is. He muses if this is what ‘out of the frying pan into the fire’ means. “I am?” asks him. Radcliffe 2 speaks as if she could keep him here which he finds to be laughable. Of course, he doesn’t laugh out loud. That would only make the situation worse. “Well, you heard the lady.” He talks to the phone, settling down on the sofa uninhibitedly. He basically took the ‘he’s not going anywhere’ as an invite. The dog puts its chin on his lap, to which he reacts by gentle pat on the head. “Did you eat? I haven’t. Do you mind if I order some food?”

[andyradcliffes-blog]

         Andrea hung her head to lay her face into an open palm. She didn’t know why she had hopes of Christine letting these two get away so easily. “I’ll be home soon,” she promised, wanting to reassure her older sister. Andy doesn’t care that Christine is upset with her, it’s expected, Andy just wants to keep Chris calm. “I’m just finishing up some paperwork and then I’ll be home in no time.” Andy wasn’t even close to finishing up her paperwork, but she really didn’t want Nikolai being around their home longer than he needed to be. And although it maybe easy for Nik to get up and leave just as easily as him getting into the house, she knew Christine would probably try and call the cops again. “Right now, I don’t really care what you think, Nik. You’re still an idiot.” She deadpans, only to keep the frustration toward the male from leaving her tone.

        The journalist leans back into her chair and stares up at the ceiling. She thinking about the fact that she’s going to have to eat dinner with – technically – a business partner, with whom she’s incredibly annoyed with -  and be asked questions about how she knows said business partner, because lets face it:if it weren’t for deal, Nik and Andy probably wouldn’t have continued talking.When they met he took her phone and she kneed him in the balls. They two would have to make up another story about how they met… Or not. Maybe Chris would find it funny along the way…. “Order from Imperial Dragon. I’ll pick up the food since it’s on my way.” She holds back a sigh as she pushes herself out of her chair and begins getting her stuff together with a free hand. “Order extra chicken balls and the red sauce for Chris. I’m fine with whatever.” She tells Nik. “Alright, hanging up now. See you soon.”

        As quickly as she could, Andrea gets her things together, turns off the desk lamp and locks her office door behind her. Getting into her truck, she tosses her purse and files into the passengers seat and leans forward to put her forehead on the steering wheel.It’s fine. It’s all gonna be fine. I just need to answer a few questioned and eat my food. No big deal. And starts her truck and leaves the parking lot of The Telegraph. With the windows down and the wind in her hair she transitions into a much calmer state. Picking up the good gives her extra time to herself to be able to relax in her seat. Stopping at the restaurant, Andy’s a bit early so she has to wait around which she doesn’t really mind. She loves Chris, but she can only imagine the tension brewing within that house. Once she gets the food,the blonde is back into her truck and on her way home.

        Rolling up into the drive way fifteen minutes later, she effortlessly grabs all of her things and walks up the way, up the porch and into the house. Hearing the truck pull up,Sunday was already waiting at the door and jumping on Andy. “Hi, baby boy,” She beams, dropping everything to the floor and picking up the dog into her arms. “I know, it’s been such a long day. But guess what? I’m taking you to the park tomorrow morning.” The pups ears perk up upon hearing park, Andy laughs. “Oh my goodness, yeah, you’re going to the park tomorrow. But right now you get a treat, lets get you a treat.” She puts the golden back on the floor and doesn’t bother taking her shoes off to start a light jog into the kitchen ( she’s already picked up the food and her own stuff once again and has set it on the counter ) and goes towards a jar in one of the cupboards and sneaks her hand in to pull out a small bone cookie and give it to Sunday. Coming out of her crouch as she stands, she looks to Chris and Nik with a smile. “Good evening, - isn’t he the cutest?”

[chrisradcliffes-blog]

Oh, so now they’re arranging a buffet? What is this? A feast where my sister will be introducing her dog-walker-that-is-actually-my-soon-to-be-brother-in-law?

Just when she thought her night couldn’t be any more ridiculous, Christine caught the stranger casually discussing about meal with the person on the other end of the line who was none other than Andrea — as if having food on their table would help the situation. Whatever, she muttered to herself as she rolled her eyes and took a piece of paper towel to wipe the drops of milk that stained her bathrobe. As long as taking care of his low glucose problem didn’t double up the time the journalist would need to drive her way home, Christine saw no point in adding her own objection to the argument.

The second the younger Radcliffe entered the room, the puppy had already stolen her attention and therefore, the musician decided to give them some time to cherish the reunion. At her attempt to lighten up the mood by mentioning his cuteness, Christine flashed a forced smile, yet remained silent and took a sip of her drink instead.

“Just sit down, somewhere,” she finally signed after a moment, preferring to keep what she was exclusively telling her sister private between them, “Sunday can stay if that’s what you want, but in all seriousness, I’m tired and literally not in the mood to delay the inevitable.” Glancing sideways to the man across the room before looking back at the other blonde, she wasn’t even trying to hide her irritation.

“So what’s the deal between the two of you, anyway? Am I supposed to expect this kind of impermissible behavior to repeat itself in the future? Why, if it’s really necessary, can’t you guys just arrange a meeting in this house like normal people?” starting off in a high-pitched nasal tone, Christine had no intention to hold back anymore. “I might be deaf, maybe it wasn’t your fault that I did not hear you ringing the doorbell. But any normal, respectful guest with the slightest hint of common courtesy would’ve waited outside or tried to let me know they had arrived until I came to welcome them. Not just broke in like a thick-headed thief!” delicate palm slapped the wooden surface that was their kitchen island several times as she half-yelled at her companies.

While the Radcliffe girls might be the most stubborn siblings in this small town, it sure took a lot to piss Christine off so much that she didn’t hesitate to spit her thoughts out in her original voice. Nik, however, had obviously crossed that line a long time ago, awakening the angry lion in her from its long, peaceful sleep.

[chrisradcliffes-blog]

Braddock’s Deadly Study Club

@hectorgriffiths

After their fateful encounter at the dentist once upon a time ago, Christine hadn’t got the chance to hang out with Hector and Mr. Cheese again — save for that one time she had stumbled across his doppelganger. While he had, indeed, kept his promise by attending her concert in February — the man had sent a picture of her in the spotlight as a proof — her jammed schedule that night had simply not allowed the musician to spare a moment to rekindle the newly-made friendship. The two had then agreed to arrange a rain check, but to this day, the plan had just yet to be realized.

Today, however, the older Radcliffe somehow found herself standing before the front stairway to his office. With her research of the current plague coming to a point where a mere reading at the library wouldn’t be enough anymore, Christine believed she was due to visit the funeral house to look into any death records that might be related to the case.

As soon as she stepped into the building, the place was apparently a lot busier than she had originally expected. Seeing the confusion in her face, one of the employees stopped by to ask if there was anything he could do to help. Before she couldn’t answer, her eyes caught the director walking behind the younger-looking guy, to which the blonde quickly reacted by yelling his name and waving her hand.

“Sorry I didn’t text first. I thought it would be easier to explain things when we meet in person,” she explained in both spoken and sign languages, out of habit. “How are you, by the way? It’s surely been a while, huh?” tucking a few golden strands behind her ear, Christine complemented the warm greeting by flashing him her brightest smile.

[chrisradcliffes-blog]

Radcliffe Sisters’ Moodboard #2

“I seriously don’t understand how you survive without me sometimes.”

[nikolai-sokoloff-blog]

Nikolai hums lowly as he proceeds to pat the dog. It was a long shot, anyway, convincing her that he is a dog walker. I could be a dog walker, though. It’s just walking dogs and getting paid, he thinks unconstructively, relaxing with the golden retriever. He doesn’t worry about Radcliffe 2– since he already calls Andrea Radcliffe as Radcliffe– As far as he can tell, she is no threat to him. Both Radcliffe sisters are ordinary humans, so he doubts that she can overpower him. He notices how she eyes the knives, but it’s not worrisome either. The worst threat he could expect from her is telling Radcliffe causing her to throw a fit. That, he can just ignore the yapping and punches and kicks for few hours or so. 

“Okay.” He nods matter-of-factly as she phones the police. It’s a reasonable conclusion. “You don’t have to look for a weapon. I’m just here for the dog.” He reassures. He already has several escape routes in his mind if things spiral out, since he can’t hurt Radcliffe 2. Of course, rendering her unconscious was one of the options that went through his head, but he doesn’t feel like that would end well for him either way. At any rate, he proves his words by continuing to casually play with the dog. Though dealing with the police would complicate and inconvenient him. He considers for a moment before pulling out his phone. He dials Radcliffe’s number and waits for her to pick up. “Hey, Radcliffe. I’m at your place for the dog. Your sister is here and she’s calling the police. Thoughts?”

[andyradcliffes-blog]

        Where was Andrea Radcliffe at this time at night? At her office, of course. There were a number of factors that contributed to the journalist staying late. This time, there was only one large factor. Usually Andrea stayed late to get herself organized for the morning, replying to emails, responding to phone calls, but Andy had immersed herself in her interns projects. She had sent them out last week with a simple task to find a story, chase it down and write an article, followed by a short essay of how they went out executing their work. Andy wanted to see how they ticked, and she was fairly surprised to find out that they managed decently. So far, at least. She had finished four out of the seven projects.

        The buzz from her cellphone quickly caught her attention and tired eyes flickered upward from the papers to see who was calling. When her blurred sights cleared and realized the incoming call read ‘NIKOLAI’, her brows furrowed and she blinked twice, making sure she was seeing it correctly. “Yeah? What’s up?” The blonde tucks the phone between her shoulder and her ear to continue editing. Immediately, Andrea froze. Hearing that Nik was at her place, who had come into contact with Christine, who was calling the police, made the younger Radcliffe freeze and sit silently in a swirling pit of anger. It took everything in her being to not chew him out just now. “My only wish… Before we started this deal… Was to keep my house. Off. Limits.” She seethes into the phone through clenched teeth. Breathing in deeply through her nose, she tosses the marker aside and grabs the phone with her hand, holding it so tightly that her hand shook. “Put me on speaker, dick wad.” She huffs, again taking in a deep breath to calm her vocals to sounds as normal as possible. “Chris, it’s fine. You don’t need to call the cops. Nik’s a fucking idiot, but he means no harm.” God, she was so glad that Chris couldn’t see her face or else both her and Nikolai would be screwed. “Sorry, about not telling you he was coming over. Totally forgot to mention it in my text earlier… Being swamped with these interns and all,” She sighs.

[chrisradcliffes-blog]

Whatever words coming from the stranger’s lips, whether they be reassurance, promises, or anything of sorts, were no longer acknowledged by the musician at this point. To her, he had sealed his fate the moment he had dared to lie straight to her face. Someone finally picked up her call at the same time he spoke to someone who, judging from the way he mouthed their name, happened to be another Radcliffe. It would be quite far-fetched to think it was her parents, so Christine decided to place her bet on her sister — in which, she turned out to be right.

“Braddock PD, what’s your emergency?” the blonde couldn’t really hear it, but judging from the tone and the heaviness of their voice, she was speaking to a male officer who was asking if she had something to report. Christine could’ve answered right away, but she was busy trying to make something out of what Andy had to say about the whole situation. Again, she could only rely on the tone of the journalist’s voice, so when she found no sign of dread, panic, or any other negative emotions in it, Christine knew she might as well hang her own call up already. Ever since she had caught the uninvited guest red-handed, the moment she checked her screen to make sure she was no longer on the phone with the cop who had been left wondering if she was still on the other side of the line was the only time she had taken her eyes off his figure. Eventually, the one-way conversation ended with a click after the officer came to the conclusion that it was just another stupid prank.

Not feeling very happy despite the sheer relief, Christine refused to settle things down over the signal-dependent communication. Both Andy and this Nick/Sick/Dick person owed her a long-ass explanation and she deserved to have it in a way that didn’t put her at such disadvantage from being deaf. “When are you coming home? He’s not going anywhere until the three of us are here. We need to talk,” she responded in an unsettling firm tone.

[andyradcliffes-blog]

radcliffe sisters + being old souls.

 ; ’ old souls live by the religion of the universe. ’

[andyradcliffes-blog]

        Andrea leaned back heavily into her chair and let out a sigh after ordering her stout. Her index fingers pressed to the corners of her eyes. She didn’t feel tired, not until now. With constantly trying to keep up with the interns and keep them in a safe,designated line, she wasn’t able to think about the energy it expelled from her. But now, as she crossed her arms over her chest and looked around at singles, doubles and groups of people, Andrea could feel herself become quickly irritated by Big Boy Drunkard a few seats away from Christine and herself. So instead,she focuses on her sister.

        The question had come out of nowhere and surprised Andrea. Her mouth opened slightly, trying to find the words to answer, but she was caught off guard that she wasn’t able to say anything. It wasn’t that Christine was naïve; it was just that they rarely talked about things like this, especially so casually. Andrea gave her older sister an unamused look before reply, “Well, sorry. But I am.” She chews the inside of her cheek as she watches Christine’s hand movements. – Still, not knowing where this was coming from,Andrea was able to stall for an answer when the waitress came back with her beer and Christine’s iced tea. “You’re not the only one. No one knows how to stop this thing. It’s rare. It’s only come up a few times in history and even then it was over one hundred years ago. The documents are probably lost somewhere, or none existent that could give us more information about… This…Virus…” A sudden thought, a realization had spread across her features, and now she almost looked dazed in thought. Andrea was wondering if she could use her abilities to find out more about infection. Being able to see the past: it worked on people and intimate objects, but… Could it work on viruses?

        Coming back to reality,Andrea once again fixed blue orbs onto her sister and the nods quickly. “Right, – Yeah, I did,” She takes in a large amount of her dark stout before signing again, “I think I’m getting a promotion. – No, not a promotion. Just… I’ve been asked to do something that could probably push my career forward. Maybe a lot forward… But the problem is: I don’t know what it is. Not until I leave. So, I’m – Pretty much diving into a pool that’s half full and I’m blindfolded.” Andrea rubs the back of her neck, laughing a bit to ease the nerves she felt while she waits for Chris’ reaction.

[chrisradcliffes-blog]

To have her sister responding in a relatively-chill reaction to her confession about her little ‘research’ was such a huge relief for the older Radcliffe. After all her dismissal to anything supernatural-related that came out of the journalist’s lips in the past, it felt good to finally be able to discuss her own progress slightly more openly now without getting the annoying ‘I told you so’ attitude. “Well, there are theories — some quite reasonable ones, I must say — but indeed, they will always stay as mere theories until there is an actual proof of their relevance to the original incident 300 years ago,” Christine mirrored Andrea’s action by pulling her body back and pressing her spine against the chair.

At the other blonde’s mention about the cause of the plague being a virus, she simply rose her brows and tapped her fingertips against the wooden surface that was the table. As much as that appeared to be a valid assumption, Andy herself didn’t look very confident with her statement, so seeing as she, too, didn’t have any background in either biology or metaphysics, the musician decided it wasn’t really her place to confirm it. 

“Wow,” the word slipped just like that as the younger old soul finished her sentence; it wasn’t even a sign — it was a spoken word that rolled spontaneously out of Christine’s genuine amazement. “I mean... I’m not sure how I’m feeling about the whole ‘buying a pig in a poke’ vibe, but that does sound like a great opportunity,” taking her turn to sip on her drink, the virtuoso leaned forward and smiled gently as she put her glass back onto the table. “I say, go for it. It’s not like you’d be listening if I told you the otherwise, would you?” a soft chuckle escaped her lips as the old soul tilted their head and shrugged, “Just make sure you’re not doing anything reckless and try to keep in touch on daily basis. That way, I can have your back if something goes wrong. Not that I expect it to happen, of course.”

Then again, it seemed like the kind of job that suited her sister’s fierce personality — it had the element of surprise, could only be done with a brave, risk-taking spirit; and the timing was actually quite good, too, since leaving the town when a dangerous infection was reported to be lurking on its every corner could reduce the chance of the journalist catching the illness — which, as a bonus, would also mean one less problem for Christine to worry about. It was always exciting to know someone she cared dearly was progressing well with their life, so if they ever needed a push to help them make up their mind in such situation, she would gladly do the honor. “Have you told them your take on this, though? Do you at least know when you’ll be leaving and for how long?” 

[nikolai-sokoloff-blog]

‘House. Is. Off. Limits.’ she said. Well, that doesn’t mean Nikolai was going to listen to it. Call him paranoid, but he likes to learn about people he works with. From the number of times he has been backstabbed, it’s only reasonable for him to look into his associates. Trust doesn’t protect your back from the knives. So yeah, if Andrea Radcliffe has a skeleton(s) in her closet, he would like to know what kind of skeleton(s) it is. Most people loosen up in their own home, let their guards down and slip. If he was to find something on her, it would be in her home. Naturally, he had to break into that apartment. He also plans on cloning her phone if he finds something dodgy.

Breaking-in was way too easy, even embarrassing. She should really be aware of the security. Who knows what kind of horrible people are out there– muses the horrible person as he shoves the lockpicks in his back pocket. Radcliffe wouldn’t be home for a while so he has a plenty time to snoop around. What he didn’t count in were 1) her golden retriever and 2) the other Radcliffe. The moment he walks in, he is greeted by the dog which, of course, distracts him before checking the apartment. He picks up the golden ball of fur and flops down on the couch. Dogs loves him. They just do. This one wasn’t an exception, unwary about his presence. Thinking he has a plenty time, he decides he might as well spoil the dog with patting. That’s where he fucked up.

He freezes when the woman walks out to the living room. It’s too late for him to disappear and before he could silently move away, she turns on the light. Of course she freaks out. He thought the younger Radcliffe wouldn’t be home as well. Such an amateur mistake. Nikolai doesn’t falter, however. As calmly as an uninvited guest could be, he resumes in patting the dog. “…I’m the dog-walker.” He improvises, pointing at the dog. “I’m… guessing you’re Andrea’s sister. Sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you.” He answers with all the politeness he could muster up. 

[chrisradcliffes-blog]

A dog-walker.

Seriously? You expect me to believe that?

No word was needed on Christine’s end to make him aware of her thought on his straight-up lie; her narrowing eyes and parted lips had already said it all. Her sister could seem to be borderline crazy every now and then, but not even the mad woman in her would’ve ever asked someone from the pet shop — if he was from a pet shop at all, which honestly didn’t seem that likely, anyway — to walk her dog this close to midnight. While his intention had not yet been very obvious at the moment, this man did sound a little too dedicated to be a lowly thief. He had certainly done a fair share of research on Andy’s personal life to find out where she lived and with whom. Unless it was supposed to be some weirdly-planned attempt in criminal law, though, knowing the journalist and her circle of friends — or ‘the occult club’ as Christine liked to call it, the older Radcliffe could only assume it was one of those ‘one-night-stand gone wrong’s or just another overly-obsessed fan whose logic and dignity had been thrown out of the window a long long time ago.

Either way, he had come uninvited and she had her privacy invaded — the golden-maned could give a rat ass whom he was and what he planned to do in her residence later once she was 100% sure she wasn’t in danger. Who knew what ace he still had up his sleeve, anyway? It would be stupid to take the risk and wait until the stranger made the first move. Fortunately, her phone and the knife block were lying side-by-side on their kitchen island, allowing her to contact the authorities as soon as possible while having a set of potential weapons at arm’s length. “My sister didn’t mention anything about any of this in her last text. I don’t care if you’re friend with her, I can’t be bothered dealing with someone who doesn’t even have the common sense to knock before letting himself in,” she stated firmly despite her nasal tone as she waited for an officer at the PD to pick up.

[dylanthesleuth]

“Chairmen~.” Dylan liked that idea but he also liked the idea of being around people who had some of the same interests as him when it came to learning about the supernatural. Dylan thought about their position right now and shrugged, “Well we know more then we did before but even if there’s no exact way to help out the victims for now we can continue to looks for clues now that we know exactly what we are dealing with.”

Dylan brought himself from thoughts of the inverse Sandman and what not and thought about her questions. “Most of our group knew each other so it was easy for them to trust each other and I decided to as well. I didn’t want to be left behind though I don’t think I really had to worry about that, we all just stuck together. No one got left behind…besides Carly…” Dylan still felt awful about that. He’d go visit but he wouldn’t do any good in doing so. Plus no one was allowed to so in respect for Carly he was fine to be left out and would work on maybe something that would be useful for the overall stuff going on in town. “It was really weird, everything looked the same to me in the tunnels. But with this guy he just seemed to know every twist and turn until we made it out of the tunnel. He just knew where he was going, but maybe he did see what you did. A light leading him out but he didn’t say. We were so close to these monsters….it was a panic for us to get out by the end.”

“This is all kind of weird. The Barddock plague is in here but nothing remotely related to what has happened seems to be in here. Unless I’m missing something….maybe I haven’t read enough of the journals here.”

[chrisradcliffes-blog]

Seeing the gloom in the boy’s expression as he mentioned the downfall of the officer, Christine couldn’t help scooting closer to reach out and give him a consoling rub on the back. Words wouldn’t do them much favor in this situation, she knew, so the musician decided to stay silent and let Dylan continued his explanation. She understood that even if he’d had the chance to pay more attention to figure what had been going on, he probably would’ve forgotten the details anyway in hope to cope with the trauma — at least, that was the case with her.

As the recent Braddock plague was brought into the conversation, Christine pulled away and rose her finger as a sign for Dylan to wait while she searched through her now-scattered pile of resources. “You just haven’t looked in the right direction,” the musician smile proudly as she showed him some old folders containing newspaper clippings of different theories and reports that revolved around the infection, “Not your fault, though. They were kept in the most obscure corners all over the supernatural section; probably not even your seniors know they exist.” She had marked most of them to allow easy access to the specific files she wanted to discuss, but some remaining few still needed further reading before the two amateur researchers could decide if the presented premises were worth their time.

“I didn’t tell you before because I didn’t think those events could be somehow related — although, what can you expect from someone who was caught dozing off, right? And I used to be very skeptical about this kind of thing, so I find half of them hardly believable, but maybe your experience can prove me wrong,” she tried to spoke as clearly as possible despite her nasal tone while her hands were busy showing piece after piece of visual art that tried to depict the chaos that had struck their town 300 years ago. “See? Those creatures in the pictures on the left certainly look like the revert sandmen from our dreams and these ones on the right are picturing people with the conditions that match the symptoms mentioned in the news. From the style of the art, experts believe they were made around a similar period, suggesting that at least back then, these incidents happened one after another the way they do now,” Christine explained, a little more excitedly than she let on. “So, what do you think?”

[andyradcliffes-blog]

        The journalist had sent her sister a quick text message to let her know that she was running behind at work and that she could start their dinner date without her. They had received their last wave of interns for the next week today and as much as Andrea tried warning that for their first couple of days they should stay out of the way and just observe they had failed to do so. They jammed the printer, called the wrong people and mixed up important files. Despite seeing that they were trying and took the initiative to take lead, the young and wide-eyed were only messing everything up. Thus, this put Andrea in an irritated, short-tempered mood. It didn’t help that she had important news to tell Christine that she was both excited and nervous for, and these idiots were keeping her from doing so. Two of the interns didn’t even work for their college newspaper, which was a big noin any journalist office. She had no idea why they were there… But, Andy did her best to guide them through their first day without snapping at them completely.

        Finally making her way into the Bar & Grill, Andrea easily spotted her sister in a and went up beside her, figuring the older blonde would see her sign motions and look over, but Christine was clearly occupied with something. Andrea placed a hand on the others shoulder and jumped when Christine did. “You scared me too!” She exclaims,and then laughs lightly, shaking her head at how the both of them probably looking ridiculous making each other jump like that. “Yeah, obviously,” Andy then resorts to signing before taking a seat across from the older Radcliffe sibling. “I was just saying sorry for being late. Those new interns are… Useless, to put it lightly.” She snorts, once again shaking her head, “One of them jammed the printer, Chris. That hasn’t happened in years.”

[chrisradcliffes-blog]

Picking up where she’d left off with the snack, Christine made sure she wasn’t missing anything her sister had to say this time. It was barely brand new, to be completely honest, for internship season had never failed to give the journalist a major headache throughout the years. Each story always had its own unique highlights, however, which surely kept things interesting and provided a reason for the older Radcliffe to stay tuned.

“So you’re saying the outbreak isn’t the only thing that suddenly repeats itself after going under the radar for a long time?” Christine went back to sign language, now that she knew it was Andy she had the discussion with and her mouth was too full with shredded fried cheese to let her use her voice. “Oh, don’t look too surprised. I have started reading your kind of stuff since the bonfire incident and this Black Plague thing just came up in, well, quite a lot of the articles, actually. Not that they gave me any clue to help solve the problems, though,” flaxen brows rose as slender fingers split another mozzarella stick in two. The musician could go on and pour her heart out about how the infection had begun to personally affect her, but she decided that her own venting could wait until they were home and her shock had died down a little bit.

“By the way, you mentioned in your text that you have something important to tell me? What is it?” for a moment, Christine finally took a break from masticating to give her sister the attention she deserved. She started feeling slightly thirsty, anyway, so unless a waiter came with her overdue iced-tea soon, it would be a wise move to refrain from shoving another chunk of salt down her throat.

[mtprospectsecrets]