#miami blanke

[naughtynecromancer]

"As far as attempted murders go, this isn't the worst. But I do hold a policy of if you stab me, I keep it." It looked as if it hadn't so much as pierced them, and their flimsy looking hoodie wasn't at all torn despite the fact the knife had gone through it. Quite literally, it was as if the hoodie wasn't there.

“Dammit! What is with the people not dying when I stab them! You’re like the second, swear to gods there is still a guy with one of my swords in him running around here somewhere!” She muttered, scrubbing a hand over her face and through her hair.  “Keep the knife, it wasn’t one of my good ones anyway. I need to drink and make all of this.” She gestured wildly to everything, a la Johnny Depp in the Pirates franchise. “Go away.” She replied, walking away as she shook her head.

[the-graves-family]

"Ah- oh my god, I'm so sorry-" Miami stumbled back putting their energy drink down- most of it was over Victor now. (For Victor, because Miami has Daddy issues.)

Luckily for everyone involved, Victor hadn’t had any important documents on hand at the time of the accident. But he still felt a ripple of annoyance when he looked at the state of his shirt. Thankfully, he kept a few spare clothes in his office, just in case something like this happened on court dates. "No harm done," he fumbled, patiently reassuring the stranger. "Although I am afraid the firm is about to close for lunch. Is there something you needed, Mx...?"

[a-stringless-puppet]

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Samael growled softly, his gun pressed flat against Blake’s forehead, covered in wounds that were beginning to heal from their fight before. “Blake, I have been ordered to kill you, do you have any last words?”

[death-by-familiarity]

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Charles looked up at the stranger with a sigh, pulling the cigar from between his lips and placing it on the ashtray before getting to his feet. "Can we hurry this up? I have business to attend to and Thomas' tutor will be here soon. What is it that you said you were here for again?"

@miami-blanke

[dcmned-souls]

"Ian. Ian. Ian. Hey Ian. I have something for you." (Blake, coming through his window)

Ian looked over when he heard the voice. He frowned when he saw them. “The fuck are you doing at my window?” He asked as he walked over to his window and opening further for them to get in. “We’re several floors up... and what do you want to give me?”

[bxrningambitions]

Dragons and Dryer Sheets

@miami-blanke Another blind date had gone horribly wrong, why couldn’t she just talk to people normally? This one had left her with an excuse of going to the restroom never to return after having ordered the most expensive things on the menu to go, having them delivered to them outside before fleeing. She had been mortified, had paid then left without eating. Stopping at the liquor store and nearly buying them out of whiskey on the way back to her cottage.  Except, drinking and walking along, eight bottles in, she was finally starting to feel a buzz, damn her strong alcohol tolerance.  Then after bottle number twelve, she realized how cold it was outside. Finding a building that radiated warmth, she slipped in undetected, no one was there at the time, tossing her clothes in a basket as she shifted and climbed inside a machine radiating heat, curling up inside a warm towel as she took a little nap. 

[real-scienceofdeduction]

Starter for @miami-blanke

Sherlock sighs, closing a file, placing it on a stack with twenty three others and reaching for another one. He was working on an old cold case from the 1800s that he was honestly surprised that files still existed for. So far he had been through forty eight murder case files and of those twenty three he believed were committed by the same person. This was a sign of just how slow the current criminal class had been lately but at the same time he was enjoying this immensely, it was something that he never had had the chance to deal with before.

[absolutelybashful]

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It was days like these that made Annie wish that she had a car. Or a scooter. Hell, even a bike would do!

Not that she didn’t like walking, but it was just. Way too hot today.

She was just a little past the middle of the walking bridge over the river, and decided to stop and rest for a second. Because summer was finally beginning to rear it’s ugly head, and the heat was getting to her.

Luckily enough there was a sort of rest area, with a few benches and a single telescope, pointed towards the main city. So she took a seat on the bench closest to her, and took off her hat to fan herself with it, letting out a sigh.