Le Labyrinthe

"Chaos is order yet undecipherd." OC RP | Multi-muse | 20+ tracking: labyrinth-e

[hopelesswxnderers]

@labyrinth-e liked for a starter from Eleanor

“You’re staring at me,” Eleanor stated, turning her head slowly to look at them, a hint of an unimpressed expression on her face. Her eyes glazed past them, finding whatever was going on in the background more exciting. She was usually all for the attention, but she couldn’t be bothered today. She was hungover and not in the mood at all. “If you’re another creepy fan of my parents you can just piss off. I’m not getting you their autograph and I’m certainly not gonna go on a date with you, so quit whilst you’re ahead.” She’d barely looked back at them until she’d finished her sentence. Maybe she’d spoken too soon.

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Caught. So much for being a professional. The private investigator however couldn’t really blame himself given the number of drinks he’s had to try to look less of a man with an agenda ... in a bar. Tilting his head a bit, as if to hesitate, David finally surrendered, hands up from the table as he gestured for another round of drinks. “An admirer of their work, not a fan,” he said. The word made him cringe. “I wasn’t meant to stare, but it’s difficult to ignore a famous face sitting just a few seats away, isn’t it?” The bartender came with drinks and David took the opportunity to get himself seated next to her. 

[mvstangsally]

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      Genevieve had been waiting, patiently for the package she was supposed to transfer to an undisclosed location. Being one of the best drivers in the grizzly underbelly of the city got her several jobs such as this. Her hands were dirty with what it’s taken to get the job done but that never meant she lost sleep. So, here she was, back against the throw away car, arms crossed, and eyes checking the time on the daunting watch tower above her. Only five minutes remained before she left the dark alley on foot. 

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Some bloke in an expensive suit had come up to him the week before for his services. It was a sketchy meeting - like all of his meetings with his clients, anyway. But the monetary offer was suspiciously too good for a supposedly straightforward task. With a few connections in the underground network, the private investigator managed to wound up the first guy in the delivery process. And here he was, holding onto the package that was going to lead him to the next person of interest. 

If there was one flaw in his plan, it was his lack of knowledge for any secret sign or language that might have been enforced to ensure the right person was receiving and delivering the package. Fuck it. David was here already and he might as well get on with the job. 

As he neared the meeting point on his rental car, he caught the silhouette of whom he assumed to be the recipient. “Hey!” He called out as he got off and walked over. “You the guy?” Person, he should have said upon realising it was a woman.

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wuunderstruck

The man across from her seemed antsy, like he had somewhere to be. Or like something was wrong. But that wasn’t any of Nova’s business. She was just here to design. She lifted her mug to her lips and took a sip before answering. “I did,” Nova said, smiling a little. It had been one of her favorite projects; white and black, with bold aesthetic choices. “Are you looking for a precise recreation, or just something similar? Because I have to warn you, I try not to copy any of my previous designs. It’s part of the client-designer relationship. But if you’re looking for something similar, that I can do.” She leaned back in her chair, unable to stop herself from wondering about this man’s story. He seemed anxious. And she was wondering about his wife… why wasn’t she here? Usually if a couple wanted a design, they came together. But again, it wasn’t really any of her business. She just wondered.

There was some satisfaction he gleaned from her professionalism. There was definitely an oddness in supposedly being in a marriage and starting up a new life without a wife present in its planning process. The private investigator was relieved to know that Nova wasn’t prying. It would only serve as an inconvenience. 

“A precise recreation.” David drummed his fingers on the table. “But I understand. If it’s not too much to ask, if there’s any exact replicas of the furniture used, I’d very much like to see those.” There was no way in hell the police department would give access to the crime scene to a freelancer like him. 

"You could do that for me, couldn’t you?”

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@labyrinth-e: Angela

Case closed. Yes, Dominc felt proud in the exact moment when he could listen these words. But also that meant paper work, something he hated it. Still, he had a duty and he never let something undone, more when the only what worked in his life was work. He arrived 30 minutes ago, early because he knew if he returned to home to sleep he never would arrive. But the mountain what he had needed other hand for sure. He was waiting Angela Swan appeared. Not everybody liked her, but Dominic did. She was smart and proved to be a help, not like the morons he had as a partners sometimes.

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"Finding a home in the office already?” Angela quipped upon arriving to the sight of Dominic. “I thought I’d be the earliest today.” She dropped her coat and bag on her desk next to his before walking over. The pile of workload he had on his desk didn’t look the least bit enticing. “Here, thought you might need this.” A cup of freshly-brewed coffee from down the road was always the most reliable morning fix for those in the police department. “How’re you holding up?”

[ofdecorem-deactivated20171202]

@labyrinth-e || starter.

          ❝I love how mortals came up with coffee.❞ He said lightly as he looked over at the other male. ❝I mean….I don’t think there is no going back from saying mortals . So …❞

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"It helps to overstretch yourself for more work. --Try it with redbull for better effects.”

[wuunderstruck-a]

closed starter for @labyrinth-e

“Thanks for meeting with me on such short notice,” Nova said, straightening her dress, then folding her hands on the table. They were meeting at a cafe she’d never been to, and she’d ordered a soy latte, one of her favorites. It was sitting on the table in front of her, wafting steam up into her face, making her face even more warm than it already was.

The man sitting across from her–David Mitchell–seemed slightly stoic and foreboding from her first impressions. As much as she tried to hide it. she was nervous. Most of her clients were the rich housewives of Boston and Manhattan, so he was a stark contrast compared to them. She cleared her throat and reached for her assortment of folders and binders from her bag, then set a couple of them on the table. “I was thinking we could just have a chat about your needs, what you’re looking for in this project, and how I can best help you.”

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The penthouse murder that occurred in Upper East Side, Manhattan had started to draw in much attention from the press. Being out of the police department for good, there was no way he could work around the case under such scrutiny. Hence, the isolated choice of café.

He had only managed to collate some information, but that all added up still formed a vague picture of the situation. Only after talking to the socialite friends of the Whitestone family did he learn of the woman serving as the interior designer to their home. “Don’t worry about it,” he said, briefly looking at her flushed face before gesturing to the seat across the table. He had no time for formalities and the time was ticking - he wanted whatever information he had fast.

Looking over the files she had taken out, David leaned against the table with his arms crossed. “My wife and I are moving into a new home,” he smoothly lied, coming up with a story so as to not rouse any suspicion. “She saw a picture online of the Whitestone’s living room, and she was hoping we could re-create it. We did our research and correct me if I’m wrong but, you did design their home, didn’t you?”

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L A B Y R I N T H /ˈlab(ə)rɪnθ/ noun. – a complicated irregular network of passages or paths in which it is difficult to find one’s way; a maze. 

       The muses’ bios are finally up and running!          David | Angela | Rebecca             G U I D E L I N E S  |  M E S S A G E

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i’m bad with promises of getting to replies asap as i have just realised. there’s just been tight deadlines, and i’m not done with those yet. just thought i should say that after lurking for a bit, perhaps even deeper than i should’ve, i want to spread whatever meagre virtual love i can give to anyone who’s suffering in any way. i'm quite awful at keeping up ooc with others, but yeah so here’s just some affirmation for those who need it!! will be back to reply to the awesome threads you guys give me very soon i assure you!

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update! : sorry i couldnt get on for a while - got caught up irl but i hope to be able to go online properly by tomorrow! ^^

[occasionalrpmemes]

Send me “+” for a completely irrelevant headcanon about my muse!

I.e., all the tiny little headcanons that never come up in writing because they just don’t matter that much, but that we have/think about anyways.

[swedishfishrule]

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logging out ; managed to get to most of my replies yasss! once again thanks yall ^^ i’ll be back tonight to finish the remaining fraction that i owe. meanwhile, if anyone has a link to BBC One’s “And Then There Were None” please hmu because I’m a fan of the Agatha Christie book and have been dying to watch this miniseries when they first announced it. Same goes for 11.22.63 by Stephen King. Yall need to watch that. I don’t do any tv shows, but i’m growing a strong fondness for mini-series adapted from my favourite novels and i’m just here to extend the glory and goodness LMAO 

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youarehelium

The answer to his statement came in the form of a roll of her eyes. And a fuck ton of sit ups later, she thought to herself as she nodded. “Well I think I can try it the American way this once”. Tatia’s eyes moved around the diner they now found themselves in. She hadn’t spent very much time in places like this since arriving in the US and it was interesting to people watch. The menu was certainly not small by any means and everything was simple which, due to her upbringing, was something she was used to. “I’m going to go for the maple and bacon pancakes,” she decided eventually as she sat back in triumph at actually being able to decide. The Russian didn’t react to what David said although her dark eyes scanned him. Before work, she finished in her head. There was something he wasn’t telling her and now that fact was completely reiterated when he stopped himself from finishing that sentence. There was a part of her that just wished that he was a normal guy that had happened on her one night. But Tatia should know better; no one walks into her life without a reason. He was hiding something, just like she was doing to him. She wanted to know what his motives were but she knew she would have to approach it carefully since there was this other side of her that enjoyed spending time with him… but spooking him wouldn’t be good for either sides of her. Normally if she doubted anyone who was in her life, it normally ended with a bullet to their head and a body in the river… but not this time. “Sounds like you spent lots of time here then,” was all she said in response.

David had motioned to one of the staff members, probably new, thankfully, and he pointed out their orders from the menu. The staff member had just left when she spoke up and immediately David hesitated. Internally he was scolding himself for almost slipping. And now he had to think of some shitty lie that she’d hopefully buy.

“I bring a lot of women here to impress,” he said as nonchalantly as possible, his eyes meeting hers. It was perhaps the worst thing to say - and very out of topic - but perhaps his seemingly clean profile needed to be tarnished in her eyes just a little to boost his credibility as someone who didn’t need suspicion. 

There was an awkward momentary pause, and he knew that he messed up just by a fraction. Their complementary drinks soon arrived and he took a sip before angling his posture towards her attentively. “What were those scars about?” The topic was unexpected but he’d have the conversation turn towards her than to him. David didn’t need to say where those scars he was referring to were. It was quite a catch to see them when Tatia wore nothing to cover it when they were in bed. He decided it wouldn’t hurt to know, but little did he knew anyway.

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intoxicatingxminds

“This is a bad town. Bad things happen and people die, that’s the way life works.” He set his jaw and sighed, reading the irritation in her voice. You didn’t need supernatural senses to know when a woman was reaching her limit. Leaning on the bar, he set the flannel aside and picked himself a beer from the counter, eyes on hers as he cracked the top and took a long swig. Angela could take it off his payroll. “Wouldn’t make much sense fer me to kill anyone in my line of work. The more poor bastards who owe my boss, the better. Can’t dig themselves deeper into debt if they’re dead now can they?” Having a motive for murder clearly meant nothing to Miss Swan’s highers ups, but the shifter had a feeling she knew that. It was easier for them to pick a known criminal and put them away– guilty or not, problem solved. Not her, though. “See accusing me of the kidnapping I can understand. Maybe I’m holding ‘em hostage? Beating ‘em up a little day by day, wearing ‘em down to get a payment.” His eyebrows rose mirthfully and he laughed. “Just kidding. Yeah, I heard about the killings, kidnapping’s news to me, though. Who’s gone missing?” Part of his job description was to know every soul in this wasteland of a town. Having a lot of dirt on a wide frame of people was key to success.

Close up across the table, she could better see the details of his face. It always distraught her to find out all the reasons behind the weariness that was made evident on his face. The criminal network was never supposed to be plain and simple, and after studying several cases, Angela was only dying to know what kind of tangled mess he had unknowingly or knowingly put himself into. To an outsider, it was easy to just dismiss him as a ruggedly good-looking man. But when there’s a criminal label attached, the reputation one carries is immediately tarnished and suddenly there are too many people around him to be wary of. 

She was about to tell him not to joke around about things like that until he took it back. For all he knew she could have recorded the conversation from the start - as proof of his innocence, of course. 

Upon his sudden curiosity, Angela hesitated at first. Eventually, she gingerly checked her sides to make sure no one was within their vicinity to eavesdrop on their conversation. “Okay, listen,” she said, her voice lower than before. His beer bottle took her attention and she took it and set it aside for the moment. “That Marty friend of yours whom we thought was killed?” Again, she paused, hesitating to give all the information. But what choice did she have? The guy knew him, and he could prove to be helpful in addition to proving his innocence to her colleagues.

“You had a point when you suspected he committed suicide - but that changed when his daughter was kidnapped.” She paused once more, watching him intently to see how he reacts. “What I’m suspecting is that your friend ran away with something valuable - I don’t know, a ton of money - and the big guys aren’t too happy ‘bout that. So they’re using the girl as bait to lure him back. We never found a dead body back then, but had we found one, perhaps this kidnapping would never have even occurred.” The previous case which Michael had been brought in when she first saw him was left unsolved. And now with these new incidents happening, Angela could only think that the Marty case was becoming all the more relevant. 

“Tell me, does that sound probable or ... familiar to you?” She could only hope he’d say the former.

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justyouraveragesuperoperative

Cara takes a nice long pull out of her glass of her bourbon. The heat in the liquid burned with an amber glow down her throats and settled with fire in her belly. Her eyes are light, pale fire in their own right. “I would love nothing more…” She replied to him, downing the rest of her bourbon before standing up and taking his hand, guiding him forward at his pace. His request to see her outside was a cheesy come-on to most there but was indeed, the perfect way to speak in private in the dark alley in the back of the building.

“Let’s make this night memorable…”

He happily left some cash on the table and took her elbow as he led the way outside. Their bodies were close, but if anyone knew better, he was merely giving the pretence of an aroused lover.As they finally exited the bar, he turned to her and let go of her. He wasn’t sure if he was allowed to break character yet so he merely flashed her a waiting look.

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tieflingsweetheart

This woman, this human woman, didn’t scare him one bit. He didn’t flinch, or stop, or even look at her honestly. Gluttony cut himself a line, one for her too, and without even hesitating took one up his nose. The demon chuckled, turning to face her now, brow raised, face almost begging her to try something and see how it went for her. “I answer better when I’m stoned, or fucked, or drunk.” He told her, “I told you what I want. One line for you, all the confessions you want from me.”

“I’ll give you what you want when you answer me first,” she decided firmly, not really thinking much about it thinking that there will be alternative exits by then. “I did ask first, didn’t I?” Angela eyed the line set for her and rolled her eyes before frowning back at him.  

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xdiaryofavixen

If she didn’t always see the best in people, she definitely would have called him out for a liar. His excuses were all just too coincidental. But he was here. He might be an hour late, but at least he had made the effort to come instead of ditching her entirely. “It’s fine.” At least he hadn’t stood her up. “I am. I was waiting for you.” She had worried that she would leave and that he would then show up and that she would then be the one to blame for not being there anymore. And besides, she loved her job. It wasn’t exactly a pain to spend more time here. Arabella took the flowers with a smile. “Thank you.” They had seen better days, but they were definitely beautiful. She would be able to save most of them. “So I suppose we have to take the bus now?” Not that she minded terribly. She took the bus to work anyway.

“Yyyes,” he answered, remembering to stick to the lie. “It’s not too far away where we’re going.” David found relief that she hadn’t minded, but he knew better than to test her patience and forgiveness. One couldn’t stretch their chances for too long. “I found a place at some isolated part in town - it’s quite decent. Not too fancy or crowded, but it’s nice.” He pointed behind him with a decisive look. “Shall we go?”

It was a lame start to have arrived late. But he wanted to make it up with a good time with her - and to try and clear up the hazy definition of their status perhaps. If he were to be honest, their past dates were fun. Revelling in each other’s company was all that he ever wanted - needed, perhaps. But he knew too that sooner or later whatever they shared together will have to go deeper than their surface-level enjoyment. 

There was more to her that he wanted to know. The intriguing woman had him wrapped around her finger ever since and it was just his luck that he hasn’t completely screwed up ... yet. 

And so he took her hand as they walked and casually planted a kiss on it.