Loud and NoisyKoren was trying to read peacefully in her flat. She had a cup of tea steaming on the little end table and even a bowl of chocolate covered espresso beans next to that. The book was a good one, a well-worn copy of The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy (the main character reminded her vaguely of John, somehow) that her brother had gifted to her a long time ago.Loud and Noisy by Koren-Moriarty-RP
It was all perfect for a night of reading, except for one thing. That infernal racket! It was a symphony of creaking and groaning and banging and scritching and other odd and end noises. It was driving her mad, it was! She was this close to storming up to 221b, stealing the pistol she had heard go off a couple times before and filling her walls with lead in an attempt to stop whatever it was.
But alas, she was too sane as of yet to fall prey to the urges. Her fingers twitched though, she kinda wanted to text Mycroft and see if he would take her some place else until she called someone to look at the thrice damned wal
Star Trekkin' into the Sherlock Fandom~(This is so wrong and compleeetly random!Star Trekkin' into the Sherlock Fandom~ by Mycroft-Holmes-RP
....and yes, I did sing that to myself. *coughs*
Anyway, Koren and I chatted and basically it comes down to this: I admire her as an Rper, we both like Star Trek and self-inserts may be involved. Possibly Mycroft too as I would love to see his little head explode but that may over-complicate things and yes; this is possibly against many unwritten fandom rules but I'm a rebel like that.
So: B) Deal with it. )
Captain Kirk of the Starship Enterprise adjusted his "disguise"....it was apparently historically correct for the 21st century.
It was a red T-shirt, a dark grey hoodie, blue jeans and some converse.
Spock walked in, paused, looked him over and, annoyingly, only looked at the ground and lifted his eyebrows a bit, signifying he had formed some opinion that he wasn't going to share unless asked.
The Vulcan was wearing a grey T-shirt, a black leather jacket, dark jeans, and black leather shoes to match his jacket.
However, this ensemble was
Fatherly Instincts((So Ashton and John's relationship is one of a more father/daughter thing than anything else. And now that Ashton has a boyfriend and it's time for John to do some Daddy Posturing...))Fatherly Instincts by John-Watson-RP
John stared at the setup in the kitchen with pride. An entire pig, skinned and ready for butchering, sat on their table. The usual science equipment that usually littered it was replaced by a butcher's block and range of butchering tools. He found himself grateful Sherlock had already had the tools needed, it would certainly be a more convincing act if they looked used instead of brand new.
It was good that the meat itself wouldn't be going to waste as well, even if Sherlock had called in a favor for it rather than having to pay. He'd already promised Mrs. Hudson the loin, and he and Sherlock would be eating the chops. The rest would go to Sherlock's experiments or the freezer.
With that in mind, he set to work. It would also be a more convincing act if it looked like the boy interrupted him in the midd
Her Nerves"My nerves are bad tonight. Yes, bad."Her Nerves by Ashton-Hadley-RP
--T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land
No one quite knows how or when or where or even why the nightmares began. All they know is that they are bad. Very bad.
Her parents had always known she was different. She ate less, slept less, and cried much more than a child even that age ought to. During her first year of life, she'd sometimes scream for hours at a time at the top of her lungs, and her parents regarded it a miracle that no one had called Child Protective Services on them. She stopped taking naps at two years old. She was late in talking and walking, and the doctors had told them at one point in time that she would never be able to have a complete conversation in her life. All in all, not the best start to life.
But she eventually grew out of it and began catching up with the rest of her peers. Soon she was running and playing and colouring with the other children much like the rest of them, and everything seemed right as rain.
Occupation: Officially a translator by profession, is also working hard to become an author and artist. Will also be a baby-minder.
Appearance: 5’2”; long, slightly wavy hair that curls at the ends; borderline blonde/brunette; usually either has her hair down or in a herringbone braid; hazel eyes that are predominantly green (usually, though depends on what she’s wearing); slightly “Asian” eye shape; tanned; square, dark purple “nerd” glasses; wears "bohemian" style clothes, mostly hand-me-downs and thrift store finds.
Newly graduated from university, Ashton is working on publishing her written/illustrated works as well as finding clients for art commissions. Of yet no one of consequence has discovered her talents, leaving her a bit of a starving artist. She grew up in the States, though went abroad to Japan for school. Her mother is half Okinawan and half Spanish, and his dad is half Norwegian and half assorted Caucasian. Ash has no siblings and no first cousins that she grew up with, but she has a very large extended family all over the States and Okinawa, the latter which she visited when she studied abroad. She loves dabbling in whatever catches her interest and often incorporates that into her writing. Ashton especially loves getting into the psychology of her characters because she hopes that she can use that knowledge to try to understand people in the real world. Ash has great ambitions for her writing and art, but she doesn’t always know how to bring her visions to life (as in publish her works, etc.).
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