#miserycoded

“Well here we are, do you have your key or do I need to let you in?” ‘Frank’ scrunched up his nose, turning his face away from the stench. “Jesus man, how much did you drink?”

               With a perfect arch of her eyebrow, Jacquelyn finds her interest piqued, and she steps closer towards the other man, lips thinning lightly to try and hide her smile. He smells good, like he always does, but she tries her hardest not to focus on that, focusing instead on his question. Amsterdam would be new. It would be fun, she thinks, her lips curving to form a smile. “Amsterdam could be interesting,” she responds, voice soft as she nudges the man, cheeks stained light red in the fading light. / @miserycoded​ originally posted this forever ago.

               Answering her phone, it took Jacquelyn a few moments to respond, lips pursing as she thinks of something to fill the silence. She knew who was on the other line, even without hearing any words - she could recognize the breathing on the other line, close to the person but wrestling with words unsaid. “Is everything going well?” She finally questions, looking around to make sure no one unwanted is listening in. / @miserycoded originally liked this starter from forever ago.

❝ gustav ! would you just look at this? this man has confused the hainosaurus with the tylosaurus --- it is a wonder how the herpetological society take him seriously at all ! ❞ the preposterously published paper landed on his desk with a thud, before his attention is diverted. ❝ what is it you’re doing there? ❞ .     [ @miserycoded liked this ] 

‘Dear me, that film was just ATROCIOUS.’ Esme sighed, leaning back in the plush cinema seat. Despite being absolutely wealthy beyond compare, she wanted her seventeen dollars back. ‘The Daily Punctilio will love my review at least --- their readers always like something scathing.’

// @miserycoded //   Her eyes slowly flutter open at those four words. Seems like the world around her had paused, almost as if she had died. Fingers moving slowly against the sheets beneath her as she breathed rather slowly. A gasp followed as she coughed as if she was choking but she was fine. Jacquelyn felt weak and overwhelmed at how she was feeling, and if anything she hated it. Trying to make a quick motion to sit up, it failed about five seconds in and she laid back down against the pillows. Eyes surveying the room, which she realized wasn't her's but the guest room at Gustav's. Of course, he had saved her, but she couldn't find the world's say thank you. Instead, she smiled softly at him, fingers moving to push the blanket off her body. "Wow, I feel like a car ran over my body."What exactly had happened to her, to cause her to what? Almost die? It wasn't exactly on a need to know bases, well actually it was. Really Jacquelyn just wanted to get her breathing back to normal and not feel like a car ran her over in the process. "Gustav, What happened?" The words slowly escape her lips, but they come out soft as a whisper. Jacquelyn is trying not to move as much, legs slightly moving against the sheets as she just keeps slowly breathing.  She remembered they had gone to a meeting to talk about the Baudelaires, she remembered them having that meeting but after that everything seemed to be a blur. Why was it always those sort of critical meetings that got compromised? Jacquelyn wondered when everything would just be calm and collected with no worry in the world.

Oh I don’t know.. suffering through lunch with Mr. Poe and then perhaps doing a certain film maker. 😉

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