#;leonie

[secondhandmckie]

McKie & Barrow

@missbarrow (continued from x)

Leonie sighed before she turned around. She was already running late, having had to navigate the tabloid reporters and nosey crowds that continually bombarded the police station doors, she was is a fowl mood and had no patience for yet another nosey gossip looking to stir trouble.

She bit down hard on her manners and attempted to remain polite if curt as she spun on her heel to look this stranger sharply in the eye.

The card caught her attention, and her eyes flicked coolly from Mckie’s name card to her face. An /amateur/. This was just what she needed.

“I do mind, actually.” She flicked her own official police inspector badge back at the woman with a stern looks, “and I’m not sure you have the authority to be here, Miss McKie”

Molly took in the badge before returning her gaze to the Inspector’s, though she didn’t seem too startled to discover that she’d likely walked right up to a lion in the lion’s den and very well asked to be eaten. No, Molly merely kept her grin, placing the holder back into her pocket. 

“Actually, I do.” She replied, and gestured to the building. “There are certain places I can’t go inside the station, certainly, but I can be in the public spaces. That includes any of the public records that are inside. That’s beside the point--sure you already are aware of that.”

“I’m actually here to see someone inside. They asked to remain anonymous for now, but I’m supposed to meet them in the records. Isn’t that exciting? I was just going to ask you where the records might be inside?”

[secondhandmckie]

She knelt before the Queen with lowered eyes, awaiting the Queen's judgement. When asked for her name, she lifted her head, blue eyes burning bright as the sun that caught in her vast mane of curling blonde hair. "Leonie, your majesty. My father named me after the lion in honour of the royal family, in the hopes that I may one day serve you well" ((SURPRISE! IT ME. I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IM DOING 8-D ))

Kneel Before Your Queen

“Leonie. It is appropriate, I must say…” Molly pursed her lips, musing over it. “Brave and noble, and fierce in battle. You have proven yourself a worthy competitor, and while I cannot award you with the prize purse–as much as I would like it to be so…” She smiled a little. “I have an instinct that you will indeed be a valuable asset to serve the kingdom.”

She gestured for a servant to step forward, and took the medallion from its velvet resting place. “While it is forbidden for women to participate in the tourney, you will still return home in honor, Leonie. With this medallion, I declare you my champion, and my worthy victor. Let it be known that you are found the most courageous in this tourney, and stand proud.”

[secondhandmckie]

2. Tied to a chair (because, iconic) “Will you just let me think for a moment? I can get us out of this, I promise!”

In the Meme Vault

“Get us ou--” Molly gave a short growl of frustration, the chairs knocking into one another as she shifted sharply. She’d forgotten she couldn’t face Leonie directly. “You said that before! You said that before they knocked us silly and brought out the rope! Where the fuck did it get us, Leo? Huh? Knocked silly and tied up with rope!”

“It’s my turn to think, dammit. You sit there.” Slowly Molly took in their surroundings again, blowing dark hair from her face. It wasn’t the best situation, that was certain--no handy knives or broken glass or even any matches. She didn’t smoke. Maybe she should pick it up, even if only to ensure she had a lighter. Finally, after a moment, she sighed and looked back over her shoulder toward Leonie.

“...what did you come up with?”

[secondhandmckie]

Leonie seizes Molly face, cupped between her two hands, and a plants a comically noisy smackeroo right on the kisser. Just because she can. “MMMMMMMWAHH”

KISSES ARE WHAT MOLLY DESERVES

The comically noisy smackeroo takes Molly by surprise enough that she’s left flailing in her seat, almost knocked backward off the legs. Surprise is perhaps a little understated.

“What was that for?” She asked, the moment her brain is able to reboot.

[secondhandmckie]

" you'll need to change your look if you want to get out of this place alive. "

Fugitive Meme

“What? No--you change your look!” Molly shifted slightly away behind the bar, barely flinching as glass bottles shattered and bullets ricocheted. The leather jacket was hugged tightly to her person like a shield. “This is my jacket. It’s me. No, fuck that. I’ll figure something else out--”

“Ooh, you got a lighter? Matches?” 

[secondhandmckie]

Setting down a tray of cocoa and a plateful of biscuits, Leonie draped a blanket over Molly before snuggling up next to her. "So. What film would you like to watch?" She reached for a chocolate wafer and stirred her hot chocolate with it before sucking off the caramel. "One of those stupid action ones, or one of the stupid romance ones?" (-liberally applies fluff to the Molls)-)

@missbarrow

Her attention had been miles away, but the blanket over her form forced her back into the present. Molly’s fingers smooth over the fabric, as if reassuring herself that it was indeed real, and shifted to make herself comfortable again. The efforts to comfort her and provide a safety net hadn’t been lost on Molly, and she offered a crooked smile of appreciation to Leonie as she reached for her own mug. 

“Dealer’s choice?” She offered, munching on one of the biscuits. Brushing the crumbs from her shirt, she gestured with the remaining cookie to the tv. “What about one that’s both? Like that, ah...Pearl Harbor? Pompeii?”

[secondhandmckie]

if i’m gonna be forced to work with you again, i call the shots.

Lucifer Meme

“Shots, sure…sure…” Molly seemed to wave it off distractedly as she poured over the photos from the crime scene, and then the book she happened to be referencing from. Did it match up? It didn’t entirely match the M.O., but…

She closed the book with a snap and took up one of the photos, heading to the door with her boots resounding heavily on the wooden floor. “I’m gonna check out the body again–you go take a shot, or whatever.”

[secondhandmckie]

"Your majesty," The advisor began slowly, uncertain and nervous about addressing the Queen so. "Your majesty, I don't mean to speak out of turn, but we have our laws..." He glanced about nervously. "Champion or no, we have laws we must adhere to. The competitor needs to be punished."

Kneel Before Your Queen

“You would suggest I make an example of her?” Molly replied, her features hardening. It wasn’t the first she would hear of it, and it wouldn’t be the last, either. She wanted to pace in her irritation, but she had to remain unfazed. Well, as unfazed as she could be. “Make an example of her, with her only crime being the desire to represent her noble family?”

“Sir Francis has served this kingdom unfailingly for years, and served with honor. I have no doubt that his daughter would do the same. You saw her abilities in the arena!” She did stand, now. Her hands jerked as she gestured, unable to remain unfazed for long. “She is just as deserving as anyone to participate in the tourney. A woman has just as much right as any man to defend herself in combat, and her land. Her kingdom.”

“The times are changing, I think you will find. Perhaps it is time to reexamine more than one of my father’s laws.”