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anonymous asked:

"Now, I've been doing this job for years, it's almost enough for me to forget that I haven't always been doing this. Almost. Point being, I've taken on a lot of cases and I've seen and done a lot of things. I thought at this point there was virtually nothing that could surprise me. I couldn't have known just how wrong I was when I entered my office that night." (In which, the way I write makes it sounds like a Western XD)

‘I was caught off guard by the way the sharp light of the open door accented the woman who was waiting for me, enough so that I hesitated to hit the lights right away. Instead I let the lit reddish glow and the light from the street be our illumination. When I closed the door, she looked up at me.’

‘I was stunned by the blue of her eyes and the darkness of her hair, the paleness of her skin and the deep, bleeding red of her dress. She was sublime in the old meaning of the word. Not something pretty to be admired, something powerful. Something that taught a man the definition of awe without ever having to hear the phrase. Indeed, just seeing her made me think that it would only have meaning if spoken from her lips.’

“Well,” she spoke slowly, standing to face me with power in her hips and a cool kind of reservation in her eyes. None the less a smile played on her face. “I knew I was early, but all the same I hadn’t expected to be kept waiting.”

“Of course,” I answered, striding through the dimness of my office to stand by my desk, feeling her eyes on me the whole way. “Though i don’t know you miss, I have to say you don’t strike me as the kind of woman who is kept waiting often.”

“And what kind of woman do I strike you as?” 

I looked up at her challenge, and found myself answering her smile with my own.

What a fire like woman.

“You strike me as the kind of woman with a problem. Or else you wouldn’t be here, would you?”

CHARACTER SHEET - KARLÍENE MCCONNELL

THE BASICS ––– –
NAME: Karlíene Grace McConnell
AGE: 20
BIRTHDAY: January 3
RACE: Human - Worgen
GENDER: Female
SEXUALITY: Straight
MARITAL STATUS: Single
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE ––– –
HAIR: Dark Brown
EYES: Cornflower Blue
HEIGHT: 5′4″
BUILD: Petite, slight
DISTINGUISHING MARKS: A thin scar on her forehead, just below her hairline from her childhood. Faint freckles across her nose and cheeks, as well as the tops of her shoulders.
COMMON ACCESSORIES: White gold sapphire ring on her left hand, as well as a locket hanging from her neck with her name inscribed on the back.
PERSONAL ––– –
PROFESSION: Garden Keeper
HOBBIES: Letter writing, poetry, piano, riddles.
LANGUAGES: A couple, but she is too shy to use them in conversation apart from common.
RESIDENCE: Gunrik Manor, Arathi Highlands
BIRTHPLACE: Tempest Reach, Gilneas
RELIGION: None
PATRON DEITY: None
FEARS: large crowds, the center of attention, disappointing her family, losing her brother.
RELATIONSHIPS ––– -
SPOUSE: None
Children: None
PARENTS: Conner and Marnie McConnell
SIBLINGS: Landon McConnell, Diana McConnell
OTHER RELATIVES:  The entire Cromwell clan…most well known being Moria Yamina
ACQUAINTANCES/FRIENDS: Too few to list yet, open for suggestions & pre-established RPs!
PETS: None

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Looking back, I can’t remember the truth. I blew everything out of proportion so I could feel the hurt and betrayal and write about it in vivid detail. It was my own method of torture. My own undoing; and I enjoyed every second of it.
—  c.j.n.