Jun 10, 2021
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“ Everything’s so messed up. ” At that point, John could do nothing more but hide his face in his palms, bent elbows set upon his knees. He had no clue how to unravel it all. “ How did we end up here? ”
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@crimesolved ◭ sc.
“ Everything’s so messed up. ” At that point, John could do nothing more but hide his face in his palms, bent elbows set upon his knees. He had no clue how to unravel it all. “ How did we end up here? ”
THE GAME IS ON !!!
𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚜
𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚖𝚢𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚠𝚢. 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖
𝚊 𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 - 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗
𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚋𝚌 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗. 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝
𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍
𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐.
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@crimesolved said: 85
“ They found you in some dirty, cheap motel. ”
Y’know, I had to think about what I wanted to make you for A WHILE. I was like... It has to be something representative of our bond... and friendship.... and everything we’ve been through. It can’t be anything ordinary... No, it has to be a show of our love.... And so, here it is. A collage circa 2011. I put my blood sweat and tears into this. Unfortunately I couldn’t fit all of your children on here, but oh well.
On a serious note, I just wanted to wish you a really splendid birthday, Mace. Despite your shoddy ( but endearing ) grammar and your weird ( but endearing ) collection of cacti, you’re such an incredible person. I’d say I wonder how yo could even be friends with a shit-show like me but –– a ) hah like attracts like #burn, and b) you have such an infinite capacity for forgiveness and kindness and caring, that it’s not that big of a mystery. Not to mention, you have such a big heart.
You’ve been there for me a lot, even when I’ve messed up. You teach and inspire me to be a better writer, friend, and just all around person. What more can I ask for? Also, you changed your icon to my shitty drawing so really what the fuck more can I ask for? You’re a wonderful person and I love you so so so much. Thank you for existing.
SO HAPPY BIRTHDAY MACE, I hope it sucks rocks.
Love, J-Man aka The Chick.
@nothingsurvived @hopeburdened @boycrowned @troublecome @crimesolved
❛ did you HEAR that ? ❜ voice low , more dark than sweet , more NERVOUS than soft . it comes like this : the SCRAPING , the knocking . the keening . and then — you apparently disappear . according to the ONE lone survivor , whatever it is DRAGS you off . you’re never seen again .
they’re on the knocking . time’s running out . ❛ i’m not sure we’re EQUIPPED for what’ll happen if we’re taken . we need to find some clues to study ASAP , and get the heck out of here ! do you see anything ? ❜
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@crimesolved ◭ sc.
“ No, absolutely not! ” Voice unusually loud for Molly, she stomped up to the bedroom, hoping that her raised tone would shake Sherlock out of whatever mind palace corridor he was stuck in. “ I tolerate many things in the flat, but animal organs in my fridge are not one of them! ” To help her case, the side of Molly’s closed fist rammed against the door several times. “ Do you hear me?! Get those out of my fridge right now! ”
@crimesolved ◭ sc.
“ Are you offering me a gamble? ” Admittedly, that did pique his interest. Though he found most of the games normal humans partook in for the sake of adrenaline boring, when it came to bets between him and his brother, he knew that it had to be something intriguing to say the least. And he was willing to play along.
crimesolved needs a hideout
Three hours. Only three hours since she’s landed in London, and already was someone after her. It was only, what? Twelve hours since her life had changed forever? How did they even track her that fast? Were they even tracking her? Either way, this was a fine mess she’d gotten herself into... And no forseeable way out of it, other than to run and hide for now.
The brunette sat huddled over her cup of coffee, trying her best to blend in amongst the other customers. She hasn’t slept for days.... And the nap on the plane frankly hadn’t done her any favours.
Someone sat down next to her as she took a sip. They said something, but she couldn’t register what the words were. Sleep depravation was getting to her. When she looked up, she was surprised to see an expectant face. Why were they talking to her? Just pretend you don’t understand English. Then maybe they’ll leave you alone.
“ Je m’excuse, mais je vous comprends pas bien. Parlez-vous français?”
{ @crimesolved }