Alternate EndingMoriarty sauntered down the office corridor, ignoring the stares his employees were giving him. He'd explain everything to them later... maybe. He was so looking forward to seeing Koren again. He'd wanted to come right back and celebrate, but he'd had to tie up some loose ends that he didn't want her involved with. There were some things he needed to do alone. The first thing he was going to do was give his sister a huge kiss- no, wait, probably not the best idea. Better to act casual. Looking at his watch, he opened Koren's door without bothering to knock.Alternate Ending by Koren-Moriarty-RP
"So, Koren, what's for dinner?"
He looked up to see the room in shambles, and his jaw slackened slightly. What on earth?
There were only milliseconds for him to take in the complete and utter destruction of her office. It looked like a nuke had gone off, and that was being rather generous, he thought. Her tear-stained face had an expression that he could only describe as one of all-encompassing shock. Then it began.
Other Side of RaichenbachThe room was dark. The only light was from the offices across the street and the computer screen that had long gone into hibernation. The room was still, there was no life, there was no movement. Koren was still as well. How could she bear to move? Just an hour ago she had gotten word that her brother, her other half, her love, had just died.Other Side of Raichenbach by Koren-Moriarty-RP
She couldn't move, she couldn't process anything. The messenger who had brought the news simply said it in a cold, clinical way and closed the door behind him when she made no move to acknowledge him, before or after his devastating news. She hadn't needed anyone to tell her, she already knew; they were twins. They knew everything about each other.
But the unchangeable fact of the matter was, he died. On a rooftop, in obscurity. By his own hand.
She didn't know what was worse, the fact that he was dead or the fact that he thought that man was worth more to him than her. That the game he was playing would be worth more to him than her
Hawke HouseAsh made her way to Josie's campus with the student's groceries in tow. She'd nearly forgotten about the girl in the excitement of the murder earlier that day, but upon finding she'd had extra things from the store, the blonde had remembered the slightly less exciting encounter she'd had previously. Unfortunately, now that she was lost Ash realized she hadn't gotten the girl's room numberHawke House by Ashton-Hadley-RP
Walking toward a young man who looked to be close to her age, Ash asked, "Excuse me, but would you happen to know where I can go to find a friend's dorm room number? I don't have her mobile number, unfortunately. I've come to deliver these-" she held up the grocery bags.
The man gave a friendly smile. "What dorm? I happen to be one of the dorm supervisors. If I don't know, I can see if one of my friends does."
"Oh, perfect! My girlfriend and I are the supervisors of that dorm! What's your friend's name?"
"Josie Heath. She's new here."
"Oh, yes, Cathy was just mentioning a new girl
Josie was born in a small town to an Italian mother and local father. Josie's always known her parents love her, but she's not very close to them as they just don't understand her. She was determined enough to put herself through two years of a fairly decent college until she finally won the scholarship she'd been aiming for at Queen Mary, University of London. She's still new to London and is loving the adventure of the big city, though she doesn't yet know how adventurous her life is about to get when she lands a job at Scotland Yard and enters the circle of Sherlock Holmes.|
Josie is about 5'3'', with pixie-cut, medium-brown hair streaked (rather badly) with bright blue. Her eyes are a bit lighter than the typical brown, fairly normal except that they're a bit large. She's a bit on the chunky side- that is, solidly built, not chubby. Though best known for her impatience, when she really cares, she can work at something for hours straight. She's intelligent, smart-mouthed, and outgoing, with a hidden flair for acting. You know that friend who embarrasses you but doesn't care? Yeah, something like that.
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