((So I've come to the realization over the course of my RPs that Ash's past is more than she tells anyone. The problem is that after her parents died, she briefly went mad, and now she can't remember the exact events of anything before she was about 17 years old. Some of the things she tells people are true. Other things her mind has invented, or she's heard from someone else or read in a book. Eoin, for whatever reason, refuses to divulge what has really happened, so I'm guessing that it must have been pretty bad.
Mostly I just wanted to say that you can't trust half the things Ash has said she's done as a kid, but don't tell her that becau
The booth was in the back, shielded from prying eyes and ears. Anthea got there first, she always did prefer to be early, and she took the seat facing the door and told the waiter she'd be waiting for the second member of her party to order.
She was, admittedly, nervous but she was also not allowing herself to hope for it to go well. Despite the "emotional text" Mycroft claimed to have gotten from The Woman, Anthea had no real way of knowing what had convinced her to come.
An hour, she had.
She wasn't entirely convinced they'd make it 15 minutes.
(Mycroft would be ashamed...) by Mycroft-Holmes-RP, journal
(Mycroft would be ashamed...)
(Whereas I feel like this: http://cdn.crushable.com/files/2012/08/what-is-air-colbert.gif
Because of this: http://wildredrose14.tumblr.com/post/40862378500/so-guess-who-is-using-tumblr-to-get-an-a-level
And: http://memegenerator.net/instance/33600291
:la: )
(Hold onto your socks it's 'bout to get sappy here by Mycroft-Holmes-RP, journal
(Hold onto your socks it's 'bout to get sappy here
(Ladies of the Sherlock Group.......and any gentlemen that have lied to me about your sex in which case I am shocked but it's okay because I forgive you.
I am about to be horribly, horribly sappy here.
I mean like I may give you diabetes from the sweetness.....in which case, I apologise.
I would just like to say thank you for the huge welcome back after a some-whet emotionally turbulent time with my exams and idiots not helping with my stress levels around my exams and blah-de-blah-de-blah~!
I was not expecting it and I have no idea how to say this as I am sure this is on the level of creepy most likely but I do not particularly care be
Anthea stared at her phone hopefully. There was no reason to expect an answer any time soon. She'd put out a call, one only The Woman would be able to interpret correctly, but that didn't mean that she would respond (immediately or otherwise) or that she'd even gotten it.
It was a simple message, a request to meet and nothing more.
To include anything else would have been to dangerous and far more difficult to encode than it was worth. It was a risk to allow a meeting with The Woman on her own terms rather than Anthea's, but if Anthea wanted her (her sister, her family) to listen... Well, it would be best The Woman was in a good mood.
She
Mycroft was sitting at his desk, leaning back slovenly in the seat, one hand on the arm rest of the desk chair to prop his head up.
His lip was dark, blotchy, and swollen.
There was still a bit of blood on it, with a neat triangle-shape in the left corner where a clear drip had escaped, though he had managed to wipe the worst off but daren't touch it further lest it burst again.
It still throbbed faintly.
Tissues were in the bin (one lay on the ground where he had missed) and two more were on the desk on top of two folders.
He stared at his screen, frowning deeply.
He occasionally did just stare at the two records that sat nestled
I Do OOC Journals way too Often XD by Jim-Moriarty-RP, journal
I Do OOC Journals way too Often XD
Me: Guys... Hey, guys... look at this: http://pinterest.com/mrmoriarty/misleading-moriarty/ XD
JM: I am in no way affiliated with this abomination.
Me: Come oooon! I quite like these!
JM: I will burn the heart out of you
Me: :heart: