Looking for The Woman?

Irene Adler here, aka The Woman and my assistant, Johanna. If you'd like to book an hour of my time, talk to Jo. If you're here for your appointment, follow me. {Independent Irene Adler & OC from BBC!Sherlock RP Blog. Will RP with anyone from any fandom! Irene's FC:Lara Pulver. Johanna's FC:Katie McGrath. Current M!A: Always accepting!}

[secretsfortheholmes]

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[doublethemystery-blog]

Clara grinned when Johanna nodded, holding her hand out for a moment, a silent offer for the other to take it. After a moment she brought her hand back to her side, and cleared her throat.

"Alright then. We need to find a man named the Doctor. My friend. He’s faced this aliens before, and I’ve actually met one. A nice one though."

[secretsfortheholmes]

She didn't take the offered hand. Instead, Johanna grabbed a hair tie, pulling her hair up quickly into a bun, glad she was wearing flats already. She had a feeling that running would most likely be involved.

"Alright. What does since Doctor fella look like? I tend to be good at picking people out." The corner of her mouth lifted up when she finished speaking.

[secretsfortheholmes]

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[doublethemystery-blog]

Oh god, questions. Questions needed answers and Clara was certain she was going to be viewed as a madwoman depending on what she said. No point in worrying over that though, she had to answer her. Perhaps she’d be able to help? Unlikely, but worth a thought.

"His name is the Doctor, he sort of… Deals with this kind of stuff. There was an alien in this house, a Sontaran. And for your other question, my name is Clara. Clara Oswald." She stepped out of the house, looking around, maybe even trying to catch sight of the Doctor and ignore the feelings stirring within herself. "Do you want to help or not?" she finally added, looking over her shoulder.

[secretsfortheholmes]

Johanna ran a hand over her face, frowning for a moment. She felt like Clara was crazy. But the possibility of her speaking the truth was far too tempting. She was a sucker for adventure and mystery; it ran in her blood. And aliens were certainly an adventure.

She swallowed, hand lowering to her pocket. She pulled out her phone and typed out a message to her mother with energetic speed. Pocketing it and grabbing the keys, she turned to face Clara, just giving her a small nod in reply.

[secretsfortheholmes]

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[roleplayingmollyhooper-blog]

Molly Hooper wasn’t naive. She knew exactly who the woman in front of her was. Her skin complexion, the way she talked, and seemed to breath sexuality and control.  She was The Woman she read about in John’s blog. The Woman who captured Sherlock Holmes’ attention enough for him to go after her. Enough to know-her-body-without-looking-at-her-face. And it ached her heart to know that. Although she had given up on her romantic dream, she still felt pain from not being chosen. For not counting as she wished she did. "A-ah. No. Not since yesterday. Sorry." She was grabbing a bottle of water from the cafeteria freezer, needing something for her walk home from work. "You’re-" She cut off, glancing around to make sure no one was watching. "You’re her. Aren’t you? The Woman.”

[secretsfortheholmes]

Irene moved a hand to her hip as her head cocked to the other side, getting a good look at the woman in front of her. She got the impression of a mouse but one that could easily fight back. She liked that. It was something she valued in other women. She tapped her fingers against her side, talking one step when the brunette moved to the freezer.

"My reputation precedes me, I see. Yes, I am." Her mouth raised in a smirk, a playful glint appearing in her eyes. "Though, since I'm here for less professional reasons, you can call me Irene."

It took her a moment but the pieces soon formed together and she realized whom she was talking to. Long brown hair, medical, Sherlock's friend from the way she spoke about him."Ah! You're Molly, aren't you?"

[secretsfortheholmes]

Checking In On the Watsons | Closed

[mmarymorstann-deactivated201406]

Irene. Irene Adler.

Why the hell was she here? Obviously to see John and Sherlock, but why not just go to 221-B? Yet, here she was. She seemed nice enough, a sharp contrast to John’s description of her. And really, she only got John’s side of the story. Sherlock refused to even talk about her, and on the rare occasion he even acknowledged her existance, he called her only The Woman.

"Uh, yeah. I’m Mary. Nice to meet you," she replied, with a small nod. "Um, yeah, thank you. We’re very happy. Very happy." Mary just stood where she was, watching the woman. She was very pretty, and obviously very intelligent. It radiated off her.

[secretsfortheholmes]

Irene had a soft smile on her face. She got a good feeling off of Mary; she had been hoping John had better taste in women than he did in clothing. The blonde seemed interesting and certainly different. Why? She couldn't put her finger on just yet, but she wanted to find out.

"That's lovely. I'm glad to hear it. I would have sent a gift but I've only been back for about a week." Her head tilted to the side, a stray curl falling and she raised her hand to push it back. "Besides, I thought an in-person introduction would be far better. I feel as if I should worry about what the boys have said about me."

[secretsfortheholmes]

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[secretsfortheholmes]

Irene let a small smile appear on her face, inclining her head forward. “I know when to stop. Contrary to some beliefs, I do take other’s feelings into consideration.”

[theconsultingjunkie]

            “I know that, Irene.”, he said, trying not to roll his eyes. “So —”, he cleared his throat a little, moving his hand up and resting it against his cheek. “— What have you been up to?”

[secretsfortheholmes]

She smirked for a moment before the expression fell of her face, her gaze moving past him as she raised a hand to move her hair behind her ear. "I've just been surviving. Was staying off of most radars." She put on a smile for him. "But London has a certain pull to it."

[secretsfortheholmes]

Vamp!Verse Info

Summary: Irene had a very possessive client who thought of himself as her soul mate. She tried to ignore him but one night, he attacked her. He brought her to the edge of death and forced her to drink his blood, making her a vampire. Irene despises her sire but has no choice but to come to him when he asks her. Johanna is her human subjugate, in charge of the human aspects of her life and making sure that Irene feeds regularly.

Type: Irene is a vampire whose makeup and characteristics come from the Argeneau Series. Though she is not aware of the differences in the vampire that she is and the vampire cliches, or about the world she should be a part of. Turned by a rogue and uneducated, she herself is a rogue vampire.

Relationships: As stated, Johanna is her human subjugate, not her daughter in this verse. Here, she simply is a young woman that Irene saved from a troubled and painful past and gave a new life. Johanna isn't considering being turned into a vampire at the moment. No canon Sherlock characters know of her vampirism. Sire is currently a nameless NPC, which can be changed if someone would like to take up the role. He is the only other vampire she knows.

Feeding: She tends to feed every three days or so, either from Johanna directly or from blood bags that Johanna gets from the blood bank.

{Can and possibly will be edited}

[secretsfortheholmes]

Two of A Kind | Closed

Irene didn't like this aspect of her life, the prowling city side streets at night, trying to find someone who looked healthy enough to feed from. A soft sigh spilled from her lips as she turned around the corner of an older brick building. Why did Johanna have to go out of the country without leaving any food in the fridge?

She bumped into someone, a redheaded woman, and she stepped back in surprise. She hadn't heard anyone over here, choosing to use the alley as a shortcut.

"Oh. I'm sorry, Miss. Didn't see you there."

[secretsfortheholmes]

Message from the mun: Had to take a little break due to lack of any muse, sorry. I'm going to work on drafts and possible starters soon. Send me a message if you'd like a starter or if you have any plot ideas.

[secretsfortheholmes]

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[doublethemystery-blog]

Clara turned on her heel sharply, eyes wide as she looked at the young woman. The very one who had let her into her home, and the home of the Woman, which also happened to house a Sontaran.

Then it dawned on her. She didn’t see the bloody alien run by, she had just come down as he left the house! Of all the days for her to have bad luck. To make matters worse, she didn’t know how long the Sontaran had been here, but if there was one, there might be more.

And in other houses.

"My… Friend is going to have to come by," Clara said, taking out a psychic paper given to her by the Doctor to send him the message. "Take a look around. He’ll find more than I could, but I found the damn Sontaran…"

She ran her free had through her hair. This was going to be a long day.

[secretsfortheholmes]

Johanna linked in her own confusion. What in the world was this woman talking about? What was a Sontaran? She tried to hold back a scowl, not pleased and certainly now getting the feeling that this brunette was a handful.

She tensed up slightly, eyes never wavering from the other woman. "And who would this friend be? And while I'm asking questions, your name would be?" She mentally yelled at herself, chasing a fleeting thought from her mind. That this must have been how her father felt when dealing with her mother. Annoyance mixed with other emotions, all battling with strange and somewhat not wanted  but still felt attraction. ... Wait, attraction? Did... she really feel that for this strange woman before her?

[secretsfortheholmes]

Checking In On the Watsons | Closed

[mmarymorstann-deactivated201406]

Mary walked down the sidewalk, her bag swinging against her hip with every movement. As she walked, she dug around for her house keys. She hummed a little to herself, and as she turned the corner onto her street, she saw a fancy-ish black car parked near her flat. Hm. None of the neighbors had a car like that.

Cautiously, she headed towards her flat, where she saw the black haired woman. She gripped the keys (like that would do anything) and stood a few feet from the front step. “Um, hi, yeah. I live here….? Who’re you?” she asked.

[secretsfortheholmes]

Irene didn't really regard the footsteps that she heard on the sidewalk, expecting them to continue past her. The voice that spoke, on the other hand, did catch her attention. She turned, smiling to the blonde woman who stood there. She needed to make a good impression; she knew that Mrs. Watson was dear to Sherlock. And Irene wanted him back in her life and to be friendly with those that claimed him as one of theirs.

"You must be Mary. My name's Irene." That smile stayed on her face as she slipped her phone back into her pocket and reached one hand up to her dark waves. "My congratulations on your marriage to John Watson."

[socxopath]

secretsfortheholmes

[secretsfortheholmes]

“I’m sure you’ve met more murderers than I have, but the ones I know are unknown to the police. And I won’t be giving them up any time soon. Far too useful to lose. Much like someone else I know.”

[socxopath]

"Please you know guns for hire not murderers. The are nearly the same but still have a difference between them." He replied blandly,with a tint of taunting.

[secretsfortheholmes]

She shook her head, a tiny smirk starting to grow on her face. "Guns for hire don't need me to keep their secrets, Sherlock. And they tend to not have much to offer me in return."

[secretsfortheholmes]

“And you would be whom?”

[gunpowderred-archive-blog]

"What does it matter to you?"

[secretsfortheholmes]

"Well, you are standing outside of my home, staring."

[secretsfortheholmes]

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[postmortemmilo-deactivated20140]

"You’re the one who Sherlock knew from… not your face. I thought you were dead," his hands were full of shopping bags so he fumbled to put them on the counter before giving her his hand to shake. "Milo Hooper. So is this about him then? Sherlock I mean."

[secretsfortheholmes]

Irene held back a little chuckle. "Isn't it always?" She paused, smirking, "Now Mr. Hooper, may I call you Milo? I need a little update on our dear detective."

[secretsfortheholmes]

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[secretsfortheholmes]

His words made her wonder. When was the last time he lost it? What damage had been caused? She just shrugged her shoulders, giving him a playful look with her eyes, “I’ll take your word for it, then. I wouldn’t want to push too much.”

[theconsultingjunkie]

He could see the wheels in her head turning. All those questions, he knew, she wanted to ask. The wonder in her eyes. If only she knew. If only they knew. “Good. Wouldn’t want anything bad to happen.”

[secretsfortheholmes]

Irene let a small smile appear on her face, inclining her head forward. "I know when to stop. Contrary to some beliefs, I do take other's feelings into consideration."

[secretsfortheholmes]

From the mun: Schoolwork is insane and it's Friday. I'm going to work on drafts until it's time to go to a poetry reading with my friend.

[sadtubaplayer-deactivated201804]

Let's test your sexuality!

http://vistriai.com/kinseyscaletest/

I got a four, what did you get?

[igaveyouthesun]

I got an X Non-sexual. What a surprise… :)

[soistoppedhimlaughing-blog]

Mun: 3

Muse: 6 

[yourdearestwatson]

5

[suddenlymrsex-deactivated201411]

Mun: 1

Muse: 6

[postmortemmilo-deactivated20140]

Mun: 3 [expected since I’m pansexual]

Muse: 4

[secretsfortheholmes]

Mun: 3

Muse: 2

[secretsfortheholmes]

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Irene didn’t bother to look up from where she sat, book in hand, when the door opened. There was a reason she was in the building; she want to be found.

“Took you long enough.”

[postmortemmilo-deactivated20140]

"And who are you exactly?" he asked in confusion as her stood a bit awkwardly in the doorway. He had gone to the supermarket on the way home and had bags in both hands.

[secretsfortheholmes]

She smirked, looking up to meet Milo's confused gaze. "We have a mutual friend." She stood, the book closing with a quiet thud. Irene extended her hand to him, "Adler, Irene Adler."