OOC—
I sincerely apologize to all that follow me. I’m going to have to mothball all of my roleplay accounts. Lately, I feel like I have to force myself to get on them. I love each and every one of you and you have absolutely brilliant characters; you really, really do. I admire all of you so much, but lately I just can’t make myself write the way I used to.
I’ve lost a lot of friends that I used to have on these accounts, and the interest in my characters (from both myself and other people) has dwindled to almost nothing, and I feel that’s my fault.
My mental state is not what it should be, and I feel like I’m letting you all down each time I start a thread, because I can never finish it or even get close to the middle of it. I’m going to keep the accounts so I can read through your roleplays and admire you, but I don’t think I’ll be writing on here anymore.
If you want my personal or skype, please let me know. Please, don’t think this is a reflection on any of you — you’re all bafflingly brilliant. I just don’t feel up to it anymore. I’m sorry.
rp-military-hunter:
Tyson didn’t have anywhere to go for the next few hours. So he grabbed a cup of tea and sat down with a copy of the Independent on a bench in the London Underground. He was at the Oxford Circus station. The tea passed as little more than coloured water but he hadn’t expected much from a stall in the underground. He flicked through the newspaper half heartedly, he knew it all already and the only actually ‘news’ was the resignation of an opposition backbencher. He sighed and folded up the newspaper to find someone sitting next to him.
“Hello there, can I help you?” He asked.
Irene had frankly been wondering for a couple minutes whether or not the man had any peripheral vision or sense of when someone was near him; he was so engrossed in his newspaper (or so he appeared to be) that he hadn’t even noticed when the woman sat beside him and crossed her legs, leaning back against the bench comfortably. She’d done her research this time, but frankly, recorded facts could really only tell you so much.
She smiled sweetly at him. “Well, I think that depends on what you think you would be able to do to help me.” Offering a hand, Irene’s smile softened slightly. “Irene Adler. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
fillinginforhisskull:
Hello, Miss Adler. I see you seem to be getting along rather well.
John. You’re looking well, also. Sherlock hasn’t run you into the ground yet? I’m impressed.
My old Sherlock, Mycroft, and John all mothballed/deactivated their accounts as of a week ago.
….God, that’s actually a shame. They were all really good.
Miss Adler?
serenavellex:
With a ‘successful’ day’s work under her belt, Serena had decided on a little treat. Albeit, she had decided this just as she had stepped in her door but there was always a table ready for her. A little comfort she liked to keep for herself, honestly.
Slipping out of her work clothes she changed into something a little more comfortable - a classic little black dress teamed with her trademark stilettos. Her hair, teased up and fastened into place and a touch up on make up she was ready to go. Walking out of her home she smirked to herself, who would have known that just an hour before she had been eavesdropping in the rafters of a rusty warehouse.
Oh the glamour.
It was a relatively short journey, slipping in between the busy London crowds barely noticeable until she reached the restaurant. Most others had to queue and wait, book in advance but not her, just slipping through the entrance and flashing a smile was enough. Home comforts, after all.
Her usual table was the designated spot and sat down comfortably she was able to study everyone around her - a little habit picked up from her career. Useful, nonetheless though. Wine in hand her eyes scanned around, picking up on various celebrities, businessmen and political figures but only one person caught her interest indefinitely. She was sat close, close enough for her to speak out to.
“Miss Adler, alone? My my, I certainly didn’t expect to see you.”
It was Wednesday, which meant Irene was taking her night off and turning it into a nice relaxing evening on her own. That didn’t, of course, mean that she would be spending it quietly, at home, with a book — no, that would likely happen later. Right now, she liked to treat herself to a nice dinner out in a quiet restaurant with high standards for its customers.
Irene smoothed a hand down the skirt of her dress, shifting the folds of the blue-green cloth until it lay flat across her thigh, obscuring the slit that ran up the same area. The waiter brought her another glass of Merlot and she gave him a sweet smile before settling back into her chair, the glass in her hand.
It wasn’t often that someone spoke to her on these nights out alone, and she was surprised to hear a voice coming from the left. She turned, and raised an eyebrow.
“Miss Vellex. I can say the same for you. Tonight is my night off; I wanted to relax. Are you here all on your own as well?” She sat forward in her chair, her back straight — not that she wasn’t relaxed, but she did like to appear in control of the situation at all tiems.
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Let’s Have Tea | Irene & Irene
misireneadler:
To have a doppelganger of any sort was to admit that one had officially lost it. But in the world, or in this case worlds, of Irene Adler having a doppelganger was nothing short of normal. And to have tea with said self was also not a figment of one’s imagination but simply a way of sorting out and helping each other.
That was what life was like in the world of Irene Adler. Life was hardly ever normal so why expect it to be. Plus everything was far more fun when one was on their toes.
It hadn’t occurred to this Irene whether she should have asked had the other’s Kate been forewarned of the impending afternoon of the same face on two women. But she had come to conclusion that it was very likely that it wouldn’t matter in the least bit.
She finally raised her hand to press the buzzer on the door to alert the other to her arrival.
Irene hummed as Kate finished her makeup, eyes closed as the brush made a final sweep over her eyelid. She could, of course, avoid making herself look lovely, since her doppelganger certainly knew what she looked like when she wasn’t putting forth the effort. However, Irene also knew that she never liked to look less than her best, even if there was no one really who needed to be impressed.
The doorbell rang, and Kate straightened up, brushing a bit of eyeshadow from the hem of her skirt. She made a note of what this Irene was wearing (brilliant blue blouse, black pencil skirt and Louboutins), and gave her Irene a smile, which was returned sweetly.
The redhead descended the stairs and greeted the visiting double, guiding her to the lounge and leaving for the kitchen once she asked what sort of tea would be preferred. Irene descended to the first floor soon after, giving her mirror-image a smile as she entered the room. “Irene.”
king-of-napoleon-crime:
I wouldn’t have to lie to get what I want with you deary.
Oh? What would you have to do, then? I’m sure you remember nothing’s free.
