#ofglamcur

[stutterguns-blog]

ofglamcur & starter call!

   “ih-’s this wh-w-..wh--at they wrote?”

[lexities-blog]

ofglamcur.

    “can i ask you a question?” a pause, deciding to add in a minor joke, “without you being recorded by tabloid reporters?”

[nothideki]

        the detective has had his fair share of mind boggling, strange cases to deal with. only one with such a talent as he could really have cracked down on one or two of them. there’s something about this one, though, as he stands there, back hunched over, gently nibbling on the side of his thumb, right on someone’s old doorstep. he’s looking up at the house with a wide eyed expression, the house they said to be consistently ‘HAUNTED’ by it’s last owners remnants. 

                                            why he found such an interest in                                             this, he’ll never be TRULY be sure. 

        whatever his reasoning was, now he was here, as determined as he always was, to get down to something in this place. it’s not long before he’s searching the halls, wandering aimlessly, with careful feet that make taps on sturdy flooring, and gentle, light fingertips smoothing over worn wallpaper, hanging loose after years of solitude.  

       he’ll admit there is an odd aura to the place, but the same could be said about many of his previous endeavours. though the place is abandoned and only half of what it once was ( at least, from the pictures he’d seen of it in it’s heyday, and those who lived within it ) --- somehow, it felt as though something was missing from the area. of course, L had deduced it had to have been it’s previous residents, but even then it feels like there is something there --- perhaps someone? 

       there’s a chilling era of silence that he tries to ignore while the cogs of his brain go faster and faster, taking as much in from the landscape as he possibly can.  for a second, he can’t shake a disconcerting feeling -- and ends up sending a shiver down his crooked spine. he looks up, startled by the rush of feeling, and looks around in wonder, expecting a person lurking within. a squatter, perhaps? ‘ ---- huh. ‘  

[stutterguns-blog]

ofglamcur & starter call!

    he’s been waiting for her outside, head turned to gander at the plants that bloomed around the perimeter of her house. it casts this illusion of some fantasy garden that emits only contentedness, letting the rising stresses ebb away just for that moment. the creak of the door causes his head to turn around & see her radiance glow even more beneath the sun.

           “hey, llll-lou.”

[dawscn-archived-blog]

ofglamcur

“well, it’s awfully sweet of you...but i can’t  let you do this for me i’m strapped for cash SURE but i don’ know it feels wrong-- you offerin’ to put in a good word for me y’know?”