#whenindoubt-exterminate

[thecommander8]

Help || closed RP

The Commander walked to the door, Jasts apartment. He hoped Jast was there, he held up his hand and knocked once or twice and then stood there to wait. In his head he was planing his story, why he needed help, but his mind was just blank at that moment. Once he heard the lock being changed he turned his attention towards the door.

[theblogofdeduction]

//Bed

//I'm off to bed! I'll be back on tomorrow afternoon ^^ (-6 GMT/Central Standard time)

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G'night!

[theblogofdeduction]

Starter || Open I guess sure why not ||

Sher was reading over a case Lestrade had sent her, reviewing the details--recent events had interrupted and distracted her. Now, she had some time to think.

She had just finished and was about to pick up her violin when suddenly she heard a doorbell ring. She sighed heavily. One of these days I might actually get to this case, she thought to herself.

Sher went down the stairs and opened the door, leaning against it with her arms crossed. "Can I help you?"

[captain-of-the-uss-enterpri-blog]

Voice!

10/10

[theblogofdeduction]

+3 (Open for anyone else as well)

Ms Clever paused what she was doing, looking up from her papers. She sighed, "Can I help you? I don't really have time for Earthlings right now, so do make it quick."

[lestrangerandstranger]

Afraid of the Dark

Never before had she experienced this much pain in her life. Well, perhaps, but she couldn't remember much anymore. The world was numb. Maybe that's what the darkness truly brings; the inability to distinguish a sense of life. A lone shriek through the dense shadow awakened a new fear in Medusa, especially since it had come from her own lips. Harsh sobs shook her tense frame as another jolt of electricity shot through her, flipping her onto her back as she writhed in pain, crying out. "P-Please..."                                 "...M-Mercy..."                                                                 "...Kill me, please, let me die..." The torment went on for what seemed like a lifetime. She didn't know where she was. Hell, most likely.

[defenderrosetyler]

-In a crazed state, my character points a gun to your character's head. What do you do?- He would try talking to her, move out of the way of the gun, get out his own gun and ask who she thinks can shoot faster and/or push her arm aside, depending on his mood.