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Some call me the Government Hooker, but that's only for special occasions. Do I have a sweet side? Only if you're deserving of it, darling. Indie Sherlock RP #littlespyoflondon

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any of my old partners around interested in continuing our old threads? :')

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Send "Auction" for your muse buying mine as their (sex)slave

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like for a starter?

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+ samspxde

" H o n e y  I ain't wanting any                        trouble tonight-"

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jxmpman:

"Don’t worry about it Miss," he said with a wide smile "-I know my work, hundred is fine. Plus…" he stood and stretched tall a bit, a few bones in his knees and back cracking "-this way, I’ll be finished earlier, and be able to get started on that garden path you wanted done… did you still want me to draft up the quote for the fountain?" she was a good customer, and fair, although many men wanted the jobs, as it was an excuse to keep company with someone as pretty as her, Mario always got precedent, as he was a professional, and simply enjoyed her conversation.

"Well... as long as you're sure. You're always fair with me, so I would like to be with you too," she smiled and stood, going to a cabinet behind her to pull out a cheque and began writing it out. "I'll just address it as usual, yes?"

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cxdeyrn:

      ——   Cadeyrn pondered over the woman’s words                    for a few moments, a small smile threat-                    ening to tug at the corner of his lips as                     he uttered softly.                                      ”Kind of wanna go there then.”

Even she pondered those sweet             little words for a moment --- that didn't sound like her at all.      But, nevertheless she smiled. 

                                                      "Go where, exactly?"

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Coffee Catchups || Serena & Seb

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snipeyerarse:

Oh, now they were really off. Bickering, sending insults back and forth. That was them….to a T. He smirked wryly. 

"Pray tell what there is to talk about, if there’s so much.” 

It was now a race to the stalemate, when the one would aggravate the other to the limit, and it was a game Serena intended to win. 

"Just... you. You fascinate me. No one has ever got away from me, no one, and after what happened, I like to keep a very close eye on my... projects, per say."

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my muse is who they are. i will not change them for anything. thank.

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secretagentmi6ishere:

He stands, looking around, taking a note of where everything is. Bingo. He spots the cabinet door slightly ajar, smeared stains on the handle. Signs of someone who drinks. He walks over and opens the cabinet. “Well, let me see. One wine for you, and one whisky for me.” He picks up the two bottles, opening the whisky cap with his teeth, then popping the cork on the wine, hitting the roof which bounced into the bin. Charles always had the skills of a bartender. He walks over, bends slightly and pours her a glass of wine, right to the brim, not allowing the bottle to touch the glass and neither a drop drips from the bottle itself. He proceeds the same procedure to his own glass. Methodical. Just he liked his life.

He certainly knew his way around a drinks cabinet - too well, in fact - she observed as she watched him from where she lay on her perch. Not even when he poured her drink or his own did she think about moving. There was another seat for him, if he so felt like staying. "Making yourself cosy, 'eh?"

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secretagentmi6ishere:

Charles was certainly going to let this one slip. “That was a nice jacket, not that you’d care anyway.” He plucked the knife out of the jacket and door then at the same speed as Serena had done so, throws it behind him, going straight into the chair, inches from her leg. “I was once taught that y’know. I know you’re not a hooker, just wanted to see your reaction.” He turns round. Smiles. Stands and lets out a small sigh. “The drinks?”

He complained of a nice jacket, well this was a nice sofa, but she let the knife just sit there. Stubbornly. To make a point. She didn't move, not even a slight flinch, as she glared up at him. "Make it interesting - find it yourself. I'm not some serving girl. And while you're at it, get me another glass of wine."

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secretagentmi6ishere:

"I totally understand." He really didn’t understand why she didn’t want him in there. He takes his jacket off and put it on the door hanger. "I hear you’re a hooker. There’s more in my pocket. Which you will probably end up nicking anyway." He just needed some excitement. "Otherwise, is there anything I can do for you? Kill or torture anyone perhaps?"

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If he was listening at all, he might have hears a low growl coming from his direction and, swift in her movements, just as he was turning around from hanging his jacket up, she had thrown a knife, impaled perfectly in the back of the material of his jacket. "I am not a hooker, and I certainly do not need to nick any of your money. Do I look like I am poor?"

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cxdeyrn:

         ——    ”Do you think that they can see the                       sky…this sky…in other worlds?”

"They'll have their own skies,          darling, skies far more magical than this lil' one."

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Coffee Catchups || Serena & Seb

[snipeyerarse]

His mouth twitched again, though in slightly more agitation than before, and his eyes narrowed again, growing a bit more unamused. 

"Breathing exercises work wonders. Maybe if you stopped talking for once and actually took something called a breath, you’d know." He commented back, tone edging on icy now. 

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A smirk now proudly sat on her lips, as she hung over more dangerously on the table. This was getting good, too good. 

"Meow. Stop talking when there is so much to talk about? That'd be no fun."

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jxmpman:

Unable to help his chuckle, he shook his head, laying down the bricks with ease and nimbleness befitting a craftsman of his experience “-y’see? That’s how little I know,” he took a quick measurement and scribbled the note “-aha.. there we go,” he shifted a bit, to look at her “-I’m got good news… because of the width of the broken area… I got a peice of sheet-rock in my truck from another job that got canceled, I can use that, no change, and save you the difference, meaning what I quoted you will be about… eh… hundred bucks less,”

Her coffee had gone a little cold now, but nonetheless she still sipped it, watching him as he worked up the quote. He was very reasonable, no doubt, but she shrugged, not minding a little extra cost. "Just knock fifty off and we'll be even."

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secretagentmi6ishere:

Charles just looks at her, making herself at home. Reminds him of Nic. “Yeah, I can tell you don’t care. He murdered his brother.” Probably wouldn’t mean much to her. “Plus, he almost killed your mother, but she escaped. Here, a hundred bucks to get me started. Where do you store it all then?” He hands over a hundred quid in two fifty pound notes.

She scoffed, fingers playing with the edge of a cushion underneath her idly. "And so much worse. That's all child's play compared to everything else." And she was being serious in that regard, glancing from the money and up to him. "-somewhere that is worth a lot more than that, and for people I actually like."

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jxmpman:

The man, who at the time had seventy pounds of brick hefted on one shoulder, looked over at the woman “-it’s real pretty,” he said “-makes yer skin shine real nice… and yer eyes kinda.. pop..” he set the bricks down, resuming his work to repair her wall “-but I’m no fashion expert,”

Pop. Heh. She liked that. Blinking a few times in the mirror and twirling a few strands of purple-blonde hair around her finger, she spun around to look at him, one of her perfect brows arching. "Hair, honey. It's hair. But I suppose that's a fashion in itself."

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jxmpman liked for a starter...

" W h a t  do you think of this       colour? Not sure if the lavender compliments me or not."