#ofcrowsandcrossroads

[babydxhl]

[Music note] //I am on mobile, so I can't copy anything. Um I do hope this is okay though.

Power - B.A.P.

//On it, I know this is really late but I'll try to have it up asap.

[jaythemun]

bloodsoakeddollhouse ofcrowsandcrossroads Dear Elizabeth Crane, I'm glad that you've taken time to contact me about your brother. We know very little about him and would love any information you can give to us. Sherlock has become frustrated recently because we've reached a dead end in our search. If you can provide any information about William Crane, it would help us a lot. -Dr. John Watson

[jaythemun]

ofcrowsandcrossroads To: Liz From: William Message: I swear to god if you hurt him.

[jaythemun]

"Will it start a fight?"

William hesitated as he thought about it. “Maybe..”ofcrowsandcrossroads

[jaythemun]

♦

"Sister."

[controlling-madness]

//hey we haven't role played yet but I figured why not...I am on mobile so [circle with line through it symbol]

Send “ø” for a late night text

[Text] It's 2 a.m... I'm out of tea but I can't go get any without the cops finding me... HELP D8.

[spaceman-number-ten]

//haven't role played with you yet, so here goes nothing. [Sleeping meme] Liz tapped the sleeping figure a few times. "Are you dead? Hello?" She asked he was dressed too nice to be a bum. She moved to dig in his pockets for some form of ID.

"Wow", the Doctor said, sitting up in one swift movement, his eyes open wide. "Wow! Now, that's what I call detox! I'm good as new! Look at me!”, he let out a laugh, barely even noticing the girl standing next to him. He frowned halfway through the laughter, keeping his mouth open and moving his jaw from side to side slowly. “Why does my face hurt? What happened to my face? Ouch!”

[misternigma-moved-blog]

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Edward was off duty, but that was hardly going to stop him from pursuing a clue. The evening light struggled through a thick blanket of clouds, barely reaching the alley that he crouched in. The sallow light painted the walls a lackluster yellow.

He switched on a small flashlight to aid him as picked up a scrap of pink fabric between a pair of tweezers. Though he hadn't done any analysis, it did look similar to the fabric found at the crime scene on Monday.

Edward stiffened as he heard someone's shoes crunch behind him. He may have had a tendency to get absorbed in his work, but he'd lived in Gotham long enough to keep his wits about him. He turned his head over his shoulder. 

"Hello? I apologize if you do not appreciate my presence here, I can assure you I'm just about wrapping up, so there's no need for violence."