Sinclair

Helga Katrina Sinclair || Helga Sinclair || 25 || Circus Security || FC: Alona Tal

[one-markedashelp]

Oh, I didn't see you there.

Can I help you with anything?

[sinclair-just-sinclair-blog]

I left for a bit... something I had to do. What's happening. 

[sinclair-just-sinclair-blog]

❧

Wait - What? Aren't you the creepy boy with the gun? What are you wearing? 

[sinclair-just-sinclair-blog]

❧

Hey pretty boy - What the fuck are you wearing? 

[sinclair-just-sinclair-blog]

❧ - Darren

"Dodger!" Sinclair squeaked. Sinclair does not squeak. She covered her eyes and backed out slowly. "What are you even wearing?!" 

[sinclair-just-sinclair-blog]

❧ (( cause why not))

I don't know who you are, and I am also uncomfortable. I'm going to leave now. 

[inboxideas]

Send me a ❧ for my character's reaction to walking in on yours changing into a sexy Halloween costume.

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[darren-dodger]

Are the Lambs Still Screaming, Clarice? || Darren and Sinclair

[darren-dodger]

Darren nodded. “Yeah, not nearly as good as the original, but still pretty damn good,” he replied, throwing his head back in response in an incredibly animated manner with a smile. “You watch that show, Sinclarice?” He asked, raising an eyebrow expressively. 

"It’s hot as the fiery pits of motherfucking Hell, woman!" He called out, half-joking, half serious. True, it was hot in his opinion, and it needed proper sleeves. "Of all the coffee shops I’ve seen, I’m 100% certain this is the only one that has supplied no sleeves," he whined.

[sinclair-just-sinclair-blog]

"I've kind of been wanting to watch it, but I never really work up the real motivation," she said, smiling at his liveliness. Sitting with him here was quite nice. He made her laugh. 

"It's barely even steaming. Have you ever had coffee in Northern Finland? Those fuckers like coffee about the temperature of Satan's toe jam," she replied, sipping her coffee. "This," she said, gesturing toward her drink, "is nothing."

[sinclair-just-sinclair-blog]

Patrol || Open

Sinclair paced in a twenty feet area, which was boring the hell out of here. No one even came back here. She started singing beneath her breath, a tune by Jack Johnson, Better Together. "There's no combination of words that I could put on the back of a postcard," she sang, pacing still. She was startled to see someone off to the side of her vision. She turned to them, "What do you went?" she asked. 

[artistic-naomisnow]

I just cant...

[artistic-naomisnow]

Nightmare.. And these guys broke me and now I’m scared to let a guy touch me.. and even when its the guys closest to me…

[sinclair-just-sinclair-blog]

You need to calm down. What's your name? 

[artistic-naomisnow]

I just cant...

[sinclair-just-sinclair-blog]

What happened? 

[hells-hound]

Do I look?

"Like someone you should mess with and poke at because if I do someone is sadly mistaken." He fumed.

[sinclair-just-sinclair-blog]

Didn't say you did. What's wrong with you? 

[rp-ask-box-memes-blog-blog-blog]

My muse tackles yours to the ground and starts kissing them all over their face. How does yours respond?

[rp-ask-box-memes-blog-blog-blog]

My muse spots yours sitting on your couch. So mine starts seducing yours. How does yours react?

[yuna-aoki-deactivated20131021]

Just another beautiful day...

[yuna-aoki-deactivated20131021]

I am! Aren’t you?

[sinclair-just-sinclair-blog]

I'm fabulous, as always. 

[darren-dodger]

Are the Lambs Still Screaming, Clarice? || Darren and Sinclair

[darren-dodger]

"Okay, well, have you ever heard of Hannibal Lecter?" He asked, not sure whether to hope she had or hadn’t. Of course, by common logic, if you hadn’t heard of that movie, you probably hadn’t heard of the main character. However, Hannibal Lecter had been incorporated into so many adaptions of the original that he was sure she must’ve heard that name somewhere. Hell, it even rhymed with cannibal!

The waiter returned with their drinks and he warily picked his up, careful not to hold it by anything but the handle so as not to burn his hand. Taking a light sip out of it, once again trying not to burn anything, he felt briefly as though his taste-buds would simmer completely away from the burn, but the heat soon passed. “What kind of coffee shop doesn’t give sleeves!”

[sinclair-just-sinclair-blog]

"Isn't he in that new American show, Hannibal?" Sinclair asked, raising an eyebrow. She didn't know much about Hannibal Lector, just that he was a cannibal. Also, that she kind of wanted to watch the show. A show about a canibal had to be interesting. And Mads Mikkleson. He's a nice looking man. 

Sinclair picked up her coffee without fear and drank deeply. It was nice and black, like her soul. She almost snorted her coffee at the thought, but only ended up smiling. She swallowed and laughed at Dodger's outburst. "It's not that hot," she told him, sipping her coffee again. It barely even burned. 

[yuna-aoki-deactivated20131021]

Just another beautiful day...

[sinclair-just-sinclair-blog]

Well you look happy. 

[darren-dodger]

☎

"Sinclariceeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, are the lambs still screaaaaaming, Sinclairceeeeee? No, but really, what if I, like, started eating people? What would you do?"

[sinclair-just-sinclair-blog]

"I would be forced to kill you, Dodger. Eating people is rude and frowned upon in most civilized societies. Not to mention illegal."