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[ How pleasant. Still, it’s important not to judge someone based on first appearances ― perhaps she’s going through some tough times? ― and so he ploughs on. He also makes the mistake of slipping his hand into his pocket to clutch the small spanner within which, on second thoughts, probably isn’t the kind of movement that comes off very well in a situation like this ]

I was

searching for a place to work while I’m living around here and one of the people I asked gave me this address…

They ah, didn’t say a whole lot else, but I figured it was worth looking into at least. What is it you do exactly?

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[New in town, young---but maybe not? There's something in the way he carries himself, older than he looks then. A L I E N. Is the first thing her brain wants to jump to, anything to finally disprove the therapist's diagnosis of paranoia. Stupid, she almost mutters, but refrains, hand twisting into a golden lock of hair instead, forcing the memories back.]

❝——I'm a detective.❞

[Melody informs him, using the hand not currently weaved into her hair to gesture to the desk and walls and ever surface available, all covered in various photos, sketches, maps and statements. For a moment, she almost grins at him; then the paranoia sets in. ]

❝Who gave you my address? What did they look like, names, age, faces---I said that already.❞

#tinkeringwithtime #[ v: the lost years. ]

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"Oi, s’ very nice, tha’. Brilliant way to greet a potential client, or a new neighbour."

[ The words leaving Rose’s mouth are laced with sarcasm, obviously. She did have a case though, and she wasn’t planning to, as the other blonde had so kindly put it, fuck off. Her fingers sliding into her pockets, she reaches for her Torchwood badge and a folded up photo of the Doctor, gripping them but not pulling them out just yet. They need him— Torchwood needed the Doctor, and Rose had been more than happy to be the one to find him. The stars were going out though, and she’d needed help herself as the situation increased in urgency, hence this meeting.]

"—Don’t suppose y’deal with missing person cases?"

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❝——Potential neighbours or clients should be well aware of what they're getting themselves into, I'm always like this, I see no use in pretending any other way.❞

[There's a half sneer on her lips by the time the blonde girl is finished, arms crossing across her chest, a reflex of sorts, never could be too careful. Blue irises narrow slightly as she makes no effort to hide her piecing gaze, why should she?]

{ Scarcasm /ˈsɑːkaz(ə)m/ noun; the use of irony to mock or convey contempt. }

[Her bottom lip makes a quirking movement in a glimmer of amusement---contempt already? And yet the other woman wasn't leaving, as so many potentially 'clients' did when faced with Melody. Perhaps this could be interesting after all. The blonde's next question though, is highly stupid, or so Melody believes, she'd hardly be here is she didn't know the answer would she? But the blonde answers anyway, if only to get the stranger to hurry up.]

❝Missing people, yes, ex-boyfriends you want to stalk? Not so much.❞

#ablondeinunionjack #[*squeals*#HELLO YOU #it is megg from melszucker *waves* ]#[ v: modern. ]#[not really sure if this would be modern verse but oh well!]

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{ K n o c k K n o c k } [Interruptions are not something Melody Malone appreciates, most of all when she’s hit a dead end in a case—-a literal one in this particular case, her informate having turned up face down in the docks just hours ago. But unwelcome as the interruption is, that doesn’t sate her curiosity.] { Two knocks, evenly spaced. ——-Client? }

❝Come in, no need to stand out there all day——unless you haven’t got anything interesting to say, in which case, kindly piss off.❞

#runningtothem #geniosuicida #andeleventh #pinocchiocomplex #rorywilliamswaited #aureagracie #[ v: tba. ]

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[ He has absolutely zero idea what possessed him to go through with this — already it’s seeming like a horrible idea and nothing has actually happened yet. He takes a good six or seven steps back towards the door and hunches in, making himself look as small and non-threatening as possible.

He really hopes she doesn’t own a gun ]

I ah—

no not quite

I’m really sorry am I interrupting something important?

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[Hunched form, trying to appear non threatening---He's nervous too, the rational part of Melody's brain announces to her, that's not enough to stop her hand from where it's scratching at her neck. For a private detective she should be used to visitors by now----should being the key word.]

❝Ah, no, if you were interrupting I'd be ignoring your existence entirely.❞

[She informs him with a half breathy laugh, a sound that appears far more confident than she feels. There's a gun under her desk though, and a butter knife where she'd left it sticking into the hard wood of the oak table. It never hurt to be prepared, even if he were a client.]

#tinkeringwithtime #[ v: the lost years. ]

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[There’s a scraping sound as the blonde pushes her chair across the hardwood floor away from the table, just enough to twist to face the newcomer behind her. Bedraggled hair standing on it’s ends; she blinks, dazed, at the stranger now in her eye line, she twitches slightly, not used to being interrupted—-and really, she’s going to have to have a word with her landlady about letting people come up here without a case. Melody’s fingers drum across her shoulder, eyes flickering back and forward rapidly across their features.]

{A threat? ——Maybe.}

❝Got a case?—-Because if you haven’t kindly fuck off.❞

#puristmalfoy #unwillingheroine #tinkeringwithtime #xevanescent #ablondeinunionjack #[hey guys!]

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Well, it was safe to say that he was completely and utterly lost. He had followed the notes and yet, he wasn’t exactly sure what he was doing here. The landlady had told him it was the right place and after a few moments of carefully charming words, had managed to get let upstairs. But the Doctor wasn’t overly sure what was waiting for him on the other side of the door. But finally, he bit the bullet and went inside.

"No, no case. Well okay, maybe there’s one, but I’m not really sure just yet." He quickly took out the notes that had been left for him, leaving messages for him that in the end led to this very place. He put them down on the desk for her before scratching his head. "I’m still not overly sure why I was brought here, but it seemed interesting enough to see just what they led to."

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[A hand reaches up to tap against her neck, fingers digging into her pale skin, blotched red from her near constant scratching of the column. He had a case though, at least that meant he wasn't going to kill her, there's still a hint of fear in her eyes though at the unfamiliar man, quickly lowering them to the notes placed on her dull oak table among a bowl of half eaten cereal, filled with orange juice instead of milk and various newspapers and scattered pens.]

❝----Somebody sent you messages telling you to come to me?❞ [She asks, eyes flickering up to his face after scanning the pieces of paper. The fears back now, stronger, at least they're not written in blood, now there was something she never wanted to see again---but she did, every night { H e l p M e } across the walls Melody sighs slowly, right hand reaching forward to smooth out the papers.] ❝So you what? Want me to find whoever sent them? Or did you just come by to tell me I really need to consider moving?❞

#notmuchofasoldier #[ v: the lost years. ]

WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?

[There’s a groan from the detective at the question, pale fingers itch at her arm as she grumbles. It’s such a cliché question that even the very wording bothers her, much as it shouldn’t, and yet, answering would appear more entertaining than her current staring at the wallpaper the last tenant had thought looked attractive.]

❝Dull.❞

[Melody deadpans, not so much about the question but rather as a response, Earth was dull—-especially when one was lacking in cases to solve. The criminal classes had apparently decided to take a holiday, perhaps she should too, but then that would involve { f l y i n g } an involuntary shudder sounds through her shoulder at the thought of that. Hours confined to tiny, pressure filled cabin, the very thought dragged up memories she would much rather stayed buried. { b u r i e d } Another thing the blonde would far rather not dwell on.]

[To keep the thought from growing, she answers, voice a ramble, a jumble of words born to stop the panic that’s rising inside her. { born to kill the Doctor. } Hands tap across her thigh, having emigrated from her shoulder as she speaks, eyes dull and numbed away.]

❝Favourite place, why Earth? Can’t I go somewhere anywhere, I mean else, anywhere else, there’s a million places to explore, all of space—-time and space…Everywhere. You can go anywhere, but Earth. I’d go anywhere but here…❞

{ Tap; tap; tap. }

❝Not America, I hate this city, Utah, New York, this is New Utah—-York, England maybe, Scotland, land of the Scots, land of the free, anywhere that’s free, that’s where I’ll go, anywhere where they can’t see me. ——I can hear them, every second, tapping away behind me, but when I look, they’re gone; I forget who though, I forget everything.❞

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