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Koren's heels clicked down the pristine, hospital hallway, dressed in her usual suit, but with a doctor's coat over it, looking like she belonged, though her shoes were distinctly out of place...
However, she was not a doctor, and so didn't care, and instead opened an 'abandoned,' illegally soundproofed room to see a certain Detective Inspector Gregory Lestrade. He was restrained at the wrists and ankles and a rope went around the width of his torso, tying him firmly to the chair. Now all she had to do was wait. For him to wake up, for the true purpose of all this to begin. It was an interrogation, because he had to prove himself worthy if she'd just let him keep Mycroft as such.
However, she was not a doctor, and so didn't care, and instead opened an 'abandoned,' illegally soundproofed room to see a certain Detective Inspector Gregory Lestrade. He was restrained at the wrists and ankles and a rope went around the width of his torso, tying him firmly to the chair. Now all she had to do was wait. For him to wake up, for the true purpose of all this to begin. It was an interrogation, because he had to prove himself worthy if she'd just let him keep Mycroft as such.
Soundly
Koren was smiling gently in her sleep, safe and warm in Mycroft's arms. Then, there was a knocking at the front door. A loud banging sounded and roused a particularly miffed Koren from her sleep. She liked her sleep damnit!
((Sorry it's short... But here's a starter.))
Pie
((I've just bought myself a pie maker! Oh goodness, I'm so excited! Only ten freaking minutes for four little pies all of my own! XD
I'm way to happy, but my Dean in my head is throwing a party so screw you all, I have a pie maker~ I mean, I'll still be making my pies from scratch, but this is so much more fun this way. It's like an easy bake for grown ups that only makes pie. How awesome is that~!
Thank you, that is all. Carry on.
http://www.thinkgeek.com/product/eb23/?zmam&gclid=CJny7fLeqbQCFZGPPAodHCAAXw))
The Super Lock
Koren stared at the most annoying little lock she'd ever seen. She'd tried all sorts of lock picks and other ways to open it (not that it really needed opening, because the box it locked was most assuredly empty) and she'd even tried destroying it without hurting the wooden box it locked up tight. Then, suddenly, a quiet tapping, as if someone gently rapping, rapping at her front door.
"Come in, the door is open," Koren called gently, making no move to leave the kitchen. If someone wanted to come see her, they could let themselves in as well.
"Tea?" She called, after hearing the door open and two sets of feet, each much larger than herself.
Guys!
((Oh shit guys! Moffat's even fucking with Supernatural! Noo! The one place we thought we were safe in the SuperWhoLock Trinity!
http://koren-moriarty-rp.tumblr.com/post/33938010346/novakian-dinosaursintophats-you-guys))
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Greg's head was pounding. The memory of sliding into his car for work flashed briefly past his eyes, followed by a blow to the head, and nothing up until this exact moment. He couldn't open his eyes, so he inhaled through his nose to see what he could smell.
Disinefctant. Some kind of food... Am I in a hospital?
Greg was slightly panicked now. Had there been an accident?
His eyes opened gradually and he winced a little under the light. There was a woman stood before him dressed like a doctor. Greg opened his mouth to speak but suddenly noticed the ropes binding him.
"I hope you realise... what you've got yourself into." he croaked, sounding less confident than he'd wanted, "I happen to be a DI at Scotland Yard."
Disinefctant. Some kind of food... Am I in a hospital?
Greg was slightly panicked now. Had there been an accident?
His eyes opened gradually and he winced a little under the light. There was a woman stood before him dressed like a doctor. Greg opened his mouth to speak but suddenly noticed the ropes binding him.
"I hope you realise... what you've got yourself into." he croaked, sounding less confident than he'd wanted, "I happen to be a DI at Scotland Yard."