#jolice

[theprincessofbears]

Day 1. Desolation Abbey

All of them are dreaming about a new day

[fluffybunniillustrations]

An old ass comic I never finished but finally decided to. Not necessarily purely for ship (but let's face it, it's shippy), but it certainly is what Alice dealt with when living with the trio for the first few weeks. Hard to settle and relax when you remember that you're in a different world.

Joe and Malton belong to @atomi-cat

[fluffybunniillustrations]

Some Jolice angst. It sucks when the love of your life lives in another world.

Joe belongs to @atomi-cat

[zhoidwritesthings-blog]

Patterns

It's getting darker outside but he doesn't turn on the lights. It's not necessary.

Watching the news has become a chore, a step in moving towards the inevitable end of the day that'll just lead to another. But no day is ever the same. No. They're all different when you live life like you're supposed to.

Thoughts turn into looks as he notices the girl besides him giving one of those glares again. Get up. Do something. He does. He smirks at her and causes her hair to frizzle to the point where she looks like a dreadlocked Mareep. Of course she doesn't like it, why would she? But it's not his problem. She was the one who wanted a sign of activity.

But she's right. It's been days, even weeks and nothing has happened out of the usual regime. He hasn't done anything either, only what is required to continue existing. It didn't use to be like that. He turns his head to see her stomping off to the bathroom before the door slams shut and water begins to run. If she's mad at him it'll be a while until she comes out. He turns his head back at the tv where the reporter is wrapping up his day. Happy little motherfucker, he is. Sitting around on his chair and telling everyone what's happening. As if the knowledge wouldn't spread by other means before the broadcast even airs. They're really falling behind the times.

Is that what's happening to him as well?

The bathroom door is still shut but the water has stopped. An hour goes by before it finally opens again and she steps out, face still muddled with disapproval and a hint of disappointment. He hasn't been paying attention to what followed the news but she seems content enough to sit and watch. He glances over and sees explosions and gunfire. Ah. The streetlamps are already on outside as he hears her sigh. Looking over and not seeing a reaction, he makes a decision.

'Ey kid.'

There's no sympathy to his call as the steady noise from the tv whisks it away. He tries again but the effect is the same. Feeling a twinge of frustration, he grabs the pillow under his head. It hits her more precisely than he would've thought. A yell is returned with the counterattack, and he feels the soft projectile sink against his face. At least he has her attention. He chucks the pillow aside and smiles.

'Qili, wanna go and get Galettes?'

She keeps her eyes on his, still not impressed. But he's not finished.

'I'll teach you how to chuck a cop in the face with one and not get caught.'

He stands up as her face lights up into a smile he's never seen before. As they leave the apartment, they both know they're not going to fall into the pattern anymore.

And they both love it.

[dra-alicehart]

No quiero estar aquí || Jo & Alice

El día había estado medio lento, y la noche estaba aún peor. ¿Qué había pasado con todos los pacientes que siempre invadían Urgencias? Por un lado, era bueno porque no muchas personas estaban heridas, por otro lado, era muy aburrido estar sin hacer nada. Alice suspiró cuando el jefe de Trauma les dijo a ella y a Jo que llevaran los desechos de ese día para incinerarse. Esa parte jamás le había tocado a ella y honestamente, los incineradores no eran la parte más bonita del hospital. Pero bueno, eran internos y tenía que hacer lo que les mandaran, ¿no? 

Vio a Jo de reojo, Alice era medio apática cuando se trataba de hablar con sus compañeros de trabajo, y sabía que no se había llevado de maravillas con Jo cuando la conoció. Se preguntaba que pensaba la morocha de ella, no era como si fuera a afectar su trabajo, pero Jo parecía amable y ¿por qué no querría caerle bien? Además salía con el jefe, y no quieres caerle mal a novia del jefe ¿o sí? Alice cogió una de las dos bolsas roja en los basureros y tomó la caja roja con agujas usadas. -Bueno, supongo que hay que bajar.- dijo, viendo a Jo. No sabía que más decir, digamos que nunca habían hablado tanto y no quería armar una conversación incómoda, así que esperó a ver si ella hacía algún comentario sobre su situación. 

Esperaba que sí, porque sino sería un largo camino hacia los incineradores del hospital. 

[joanne-urie]

Never gonna be alone || Joanne x Alice [ Flashback ]

Joanne Urie havia acordado bastante cedo nessa manhã, pois no dia anterior ela haveria combinado com Alice, uma de suas melhores amigas, ir visita-la, visto a garota se ter ausentado de Coventry. Joe sempre fora uma boa amiga, porém naquele momento ela estava se sentindo culpada pelo estado de Lice. Poderia Joe ter feito muito mais do que aquilo que ela fez?! Poderia ela ter notado a tempo toda a tristeza da garota?! Óbvio que Alice sempre escondera a sua tristeza, mas os amigos notam isso, certo?! Então porque Joanne não notou essa tristeza?! Logo ela que sempre notava quando algo estava errado com alguém. Estaria Joe perdendo os seus maravilhosos "poderes" de super amiga?! Eram demasiadas as perguntas que pairavam na mente da morena naquela manhã, contudo uma era a mais importante no meio de todas elas: estaria Alice bem?! A morena só esperava que sim, pois para ela não existia nada mais importante na vida do que o bem estar dos seus amigos.

O tempo que a garota levou a se arrumar não fora muito, e assim que ela acabara de colocar uma maquilhagem leve sobre o seu rosto, combinando com os jeans claros e a blusa branca, Joe pegou na sua bolsa branca e saiu do seu quarto, fechando a porta com a chave, e colocando a mesma dentro da bolsa. Caminhou a passos apressados pelos corredores da Kappa Alfa, e logo tirou a chave do seu Mini Copper rosa do bolso das jeans. Assim que saiu do prédio, colocou os seus Rayban pretos, mandando uma mensagem à sua amiga. -- "Estou saindo agora de Coventry. Um beijo xx" -- O sol não era muito forte, porém causava uma certa impressão nos olhos da morena. Mesmo assim, a pequena sorriu, feliz pelo fato de estar um dia razoável para uma viagem. Avistou o seu carro, e apressou ainda mais o seu passo. Abriu o mesmo, colocando a bolsa no banco do pendura, e logo entrando para o lugar de condutor. Ligou o carro, e começou dirigindo, tentando se lembrar ao pormenor da indicação que Alice haveria lhe dado, seguindo assim para oeste.

Passado algumas duas horas, Joe avistou um terreno grande, cheio de flores vermelhas. Continuou seguindo em reta até avistar uma rua estreita. Virou na mesma, e assim esperou estar indo pelo caminho certo. Faltava apenas mais uma hora de caminho. Farta do silêncio, a morena ligou o rádio do carro. Estava tocando Can I have this dance e foi impossível a garota não pensar em Carl. Como estaria o garoto naquela manhã?! Haveria ele sonhado com ela, como ela sonhou com ele?! Um suspiro se soltou dos seus lábios quando ela pensou nisso, e logo ela avistou uma casa ao fundo. Seria aquela a casa onde Alice estava?!

[askthesuperwholockgang]

Oh, thank Father, I'm back! *smiles* That was really weird being an adult... *walks to Sherlock* Really, really sorry for any trouble I caused you... I didn't WANT to be shipped with him... No offense, John~Alice!Angel

 no it's alright, alice.-John

....... I'm.... -Sh

He's sorry. That's what he's trying to say.-John

[askthesuperwholockgang]

What?! I didn't do anything wrong. *looks at John* I-I'm really sorry John. *turns to Sherlock* You too, Sherlock. I- I never meant to- yeah. Sorry. *turns away*~Alice!Angel

 Alice! Sherlock you don't glare at people!-John

.....-SH