#kara-yan

[officerwillis--reportingforduty]

In the girls' changing room at the SFPD, I throw my bag into the locker designated for my use. I pull off my street clothes and start to dress in my officer's uniform. 

A million thoughts race through my head--who's on duty where in the syndicate, the case Joe and I are working, and the imminent investigation into who's playing Jacob's game. 

My fingers find their way to my forehead nervously, tracing the symbol scarred into the skin. At this point, with how worn down I'm getting, I can only pray that I won't slip up anytime soon.

[kara-yan]

Talk to me.

[kara-yan]

You speak latin?

Fluently? No. But I did learn a bit of the language to get close to the family of the Head of Criminal Justice in England and Wales (a considerably long title for such a short man). His son was quite the history enthusiast :)

He was cute and incredibly sweet, too (the son, not the father). He had the sort of innocent British charm that was so very appealing. It's a real shame he got shot in the neck... It was quite sad, actually. And messy. All he wanted was a quiet life with a wife and kids, and a part-time job at the museum...

[kara-yan]

OOC;

The roleplay thing that Kai and Kara are doing--feel free to join in any time. Maybe one of you are out getting coffee and spot a suspicious-looking ginger running across the street, almost knocking you over? So you find Kalaba and demand an explanation? I'm just saying that it's really open-ended and practically anything can happen, with any character.

[kara-yan]

TA-DA! *appears in cloud of smoke* I am your secret Santa!! Merry christmas, my little atom

Your little atom…?

Okay, I’ll allow that since it’s kind of cute it’s Christmas.

*stands on tiptoes*

Well, thank you.

*kisses your nose*

Merry Christmas to you too, idiot.

[kara-yan]

I. Am. Back.

FINALLY.

You do not even know how relieved I am to have my own body back.

And my blog.

And my entire fucking life.

Yes Carlito, I'm even relieved to have you back, you asshole wHO DID NOTHING TO STOP MINKA FROM GOING TO BARS AS ME AND FRIVOLOUSLY FLIRTING WITH YOU EXTREMELY BADLY.

This has been a post. I am bloody exhausted. Goodnight.

[kara-yan]

Kara, if you are still around somewhere, anywhere, whether it be in your body or another.. Please send me a sign!

Was me almost running you over with a bus a clear enough sign? I'm pretty sure it was a very good sign.

And thanks for helping me hijack that train. Your assistance was very much appreciated.

Ah, it's good to be back :)

[kara-yan]

Stop. Just stop.

I don't think she understands that this is not her blog.

If you're going to keep pretending to be me, at least do it well.

I've had enough of this bullshit.