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@ficklepickle47
sobasicallylindsayjones reblogged your post:FR ICIFEN I FORGOT I LET MABES USE THIS AS AN RP...
OH MY GOD PRESTON ARE YOU REALLY USIGNT *THAT* EMAI L
I JUST REALIZED THAT EVERYONE OVER ON YOUR BLOG PROBABLY DOESN'T UNDERSTAND WHY YOU'RE CALLING ME PRESTON BUT OH WELL
I THOUGHT YOU SAID I JUST HAD TO CHANGE THE URL/DESCRIPTION I DIDN'T KNOW YOU HAD FUCKING POSTED ON HERE IM CRYIGN
THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SUPER SECRET OPERATION BUT YOU RUINED IT
FR ICIFEN I FORGOT I LET MABES USE THIS AS AN RP BLOG A LONG TIME AGO AND I NEVER DELETED IT OH MY GOD
sO APPARENTLY THE EMAIL THAT MABES GAVE ME WAS AN EMAIL USED FOR AN RP BLOG OOPS
“No, not really. I just met the bloke, really, just came from his flat having tea. Never thought I’d meet anyone like me until then. And take your time, not going anywhere.” She walked over to the slab to see the body and focused.
“Kicked first, punched in the left eye second, judging by the size of the bruise and fist I’d say the assaulter was about 31…” She was muttering to herself as Molly continued her report.
Molly vaguely listened to the girl as she walked back to her desk and continuing writing her report, quickly typing it out in a word document.
“Well, he’s- he’s always been like that, I mean the whole being mysterious thing. Report’s almost ready, do you- do you have an email adress? Printer doesn’t work again and -ehm, IT’s too busy to look at it apparently …”
"Of course!" Kat smiled. "[email protected]. How did YOU meet him anyways? Sherlock, I mean. Are you and him..." She trailed off and glanced at the pathologist expectantly. Of course, she herself had NO feelings towards the man (except maybe jeslously), and she meant no harm. She was simply curious.
“Oh, Sherlock’s brother… seems a bit ironic that the detectives are eventually always linked, eh?” Kat smiled and pushed her hair behind her ear.
“I need Mr. Drake Forrester. They said he died of physical assult, and someone wanted me to erm, check it out?”…
“No, not really. I just met the bloke, really, just came from his flat having tea. Never thought I’d meet anyone like me until then. And take your time, not going anywhere.” She walked over to the slab to see the body and focused. “Kicked first, punched in the left eye second, judging by the size of the bruise and fist I’d say the assaulter was about 31…” She was muttering to herself as Molly continued her report.
→ 26/06/2014 Molly finally gets the well earned promotion she applied for but Sherlock, her significant other, isn’t too happy about it.
“Oh, of course, how stupid of me.” Kat flashed her all-access pass to basically anywhere. “My sister works with that fellow- Mycroft, is it?”
Molly’s raised an eyebrow, surprised the girl seemed to know Mycroft somehow. “Oh -ehm, yes Sherlock’s brother.” She remarked as she took a look at the pass.
“Seems to be okay, who- which corpse did you want to see again?”
"Oh, Sherlock's brother... seems a bit ironic that the detectives are eventually always linked, eh?" Kat smiled and pushed her hair behind her ear. "I need Mr. Drake Forrester. They said he died of physical assult, and someone wanted me to erm, check it out?" The Scottish woman shrugged, a small smile on her face.
Reblog if I can roleplay with you.
“Sorry, yes you can. I’m on a case, and I need to see the body of Mr Drake Forrester? If you can, of course, I don’t want to make you do something you don’t want to.”
“Oh -ehm.” She mumbled surprised by the consulting detective’s friendly attitude, expecting her to be more Sherlock-ish. “I can’t really show you unless you -ehm, unless you have permission I’m afraid …”
"Oh, of course, how stupid of me." Kat flashed her all-access pass to basically anywhere. "My sister works with that fellow- Mycroft, is it?"
“Ahh- ehm, hello? My name’s Molly, nice to- nice to meet you. Can I help you?”
“‘Lo! My name’s Kat, and I’m a consulting detective. I know, I know, Sherlock’s the ‘only one’, but actually, I was the first. Moved to London for some...
"Sorry, yes you can. I'm on a case, and I need to see the body of Mr Drake Forrester? If you can, of course, I don't want to make you do something you don't want to."
I have to admit, that’s rather creepy. I’d rather not take any interest in something that’s gone- only things that I know while stay. Like tea. *chuckles*
I like Chai. It’s a lovely thing they have in America. I drink it all the time while I’m over there. *She would laugh as well before sighing* It’s better than Dinosaurs…That’s for sure.
I prefer Earl Grey... Ha, definitely. It's rather childish, really... I wonder if he wears footie jammies *stifles laughter*
You’re tellin’ me…That Sally…is seein’ that tree lookin’ guy? Anderson?
…What.
Yeah, for some reason she sees something in him. No offense, or course. It’s just… he...
I have to admit, that's rather creepy. I'd rather not take any interest in something that's gone- only things that I know while stay. Like tea. *chuckles*
...So.
You’re tellin’ me…That Sally…is seein’ that tree lookin’ guy? Anderson?
…What.
Yeah, for some reason she sees something in him. No offense, or course. It’s just… he wouldn’t be my ideal choice.
I remember she briefly introduced us. Then I went to America and forgot all about the bloke. But uhm…No. But I guess whatever makes her happy right?
Yeah, whatever makes her happy. That's what I always go with, anyways. Apparently Sherlock doesn't think much of him. And by that I mean he hates the poor bloke.
...So.
You’re tellin’ me…That Sally…is seein’ that tree lookin’ guy? Anderson?
…What.
Yeah, for some reason she sees something in him. No offense, or course. It's just... he wouldn't be my ideal choice.
+ kat-the-consulting-detective
“Ahh- ehm, hello? My name’s Molly, nice to- nice to meet you. Can I help you?”
"‘Lo! My name’s Kat, and I’m a consulting detective. I know, I know, Sherlock’s the ‘only one’, but actually, I was the first. Moved to London for some better cases. You work at St. Bart’s, am I correct? And you have a cat… Oh, sorry, I don’t mean to pry."
Kat smiled. “Hello. Name’s Kat, what about you? I take it your big sis knows Sherlock, and that you go to art school… Sorry, force of habit.” The Scottish woman smiled apologetically. “How’re you?”
Sasha waves and moved her hair from her eyes, “I’m Sasha…And...
"I'm doing fine. And, well, lucky you, because I do the same thing that Mr. Holmes does. In fact," she leaned closer and smiled, "I was doing it before him." Looking the woman over, Kat eventually held out her hand. "Nice to meet you, Sasha. Hope we can be friends, or at least aquaintences. What do you do? Other than art, of course. There's something else..." Suddenly, the redhead's eyes widened and she smiled. "Modeling, am I right?" ((Sorry, I'm on a phone so it's not letting me make a new paragraph or anything, it sucks))
+thatfiercedonovan
Kat smiled. "Hello. Name's Kat, what about you? I take it your big sis knows Sherlock, and... hm, you go to an art school... Sorry, force of habit." The Scottish smiled apologetically. "How're you?"
