Lost With Nothing To DoHer hands felt empty without her blackberry in them. Not that she couldn't pull it out, it was only in her purse not two feet away... But days off where she could actually relax, where everything would be handled with entirely without her, were rare and she needed to take advantage of it while she could.Lost With Nothing To Do by Anthea-RP
Her hands itched to pull out her blackberry anyway.
But as she sat here, in this dinky, hole-in-the-wall cafe and sipped at her chai tea she watched the other people around her. What exactly did she have that she could do today?
She had no real hobbies, no friends outside of work, even her clothes were a combination of her personas that she'd just selected at random rather than carefully constructing a personality for. Her shirt was Margret's, her shoes Jean's, her skirt Hope's...
She fingered the skirt thoughtfully. Hope had been shoved in the back of her closet for years now, she'd been created for a case and then never bothered with again. The bohemian-style clothing style didn't fi
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.
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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