KBelle’s Comments (group member since Oct 27, 2013)

KBelle’s comments from the Sherlock Holmes Advanced RP group.

"Rosie. Have you been feeling any better?" She asked quietly, afraid of backlash. She wasn't one to complain, but the "morning sickness" had lasted throughout the day for weeks, leaving her overworked and deprived

"Rosie. Have you been feeling any better?" She asked quietly, afraid of backlash. She wasn't one to complain, but the "morning sickness" had lasted throughout the day for weeks, leaving her overworked and deprived

"Yes" he smiled, his accent neat and curt, remarking inwardly on how his voice always softened around her. He turned his eyes to the window and watched the rising sun for a moment before crossing his legs, his foot on his knee. He rubbed his eyes lazily. "We had an all night mission" he sighed, sitting up and drinking the coffee sitting on the table.

She smiled and wet a rag, pressing it to her forehead and handing her two pills as she opened the blinds.

Jessica's eyes darted down at her shocking change in attire and she tried not to look shocked, yet soon recovered and sighed, biting into her brownie.

"Do you want some medicine?" She whispered, setting a glass of ginger ale in front of her to try and calm her stomach as she kissed her cheek.

He shook his head, his legs spread as he lounged back in the classic guy position, running a hand through his hair as he smiled, his eyes lingering on her flawless form, like an angel. "No. What are you going to get?" He asked, sitting up straighter in her presence, dressed in his camo from work, smoothing his shirt.

Ryder walked into the diner, holding the door for Aubrey and stamping the mud off his boots as he sat in a table, spreading out.

Sure!

Natalie put everything up, brushing her bangs from her eyes, huffing testily as she continued about her work. She knew Rosalie was sick and pregnant, but she'd been running rampant lately with needs and wants of hers. They had medicine, but Rosalie refused to take it. "Need anything Rose?" She sighed as she washed the breakfast dishes.

Love!

She did the same and giggled. "Oh not much. Busy with school" she smiled at the name she called her, wrinkling her eyes in youthful laughter, contrasting the rain.

Sorry! Yes

Natalie's motorcycle revved up outside as she arrived home, walking in and shutting the large front door from the entry hall loudly, kicking off her shoes, her arms loaded down with bags as she headed to unload them in the kitchen. She had her chest bound and hair up in her usual baseball cap. She was wearing cologne and men's clothes, her limp strap on making her look anatomically correct under her jeans. Though the surgery was in a week, she was trying to get Rosalie used to it. "Hey babe" she grunted as she walked into the kitchen and plopped the many grocery sacks on the counter. "I got you those crisps you were craving"

Great!! Where do you wanna rp?

She suddenly panicked inside as her mind scrambled for something to say and she but her lip, drumming her long and thin fingers against the table. "So have you always lived here?" Her eyes trailed across his dark skin and his strong jaw, his dark mangled curls. Many of her professors. But there was something about him. Foreign. And strong.

She blushed widely, looking down and biting into one of her pale rose lips, tracing the pattern the wood made in the table with her fingertips. The music was blaring but her mind drowned it out as she looked back up at him again. Here he was. Finally sitting across from her. And she could think of absolutely nothing. "So Peter" she whispered, a timid smile crossing her lips.

((Alright cool))

She sat facing him and crossed her legs gracefully, playing with her necklace as her eyes settled appraisingly and approvingly on him. In shape, opinionated, handsome. What more could you want?

She bowed slightly to the older man and walked in ahead of him, yet she waited for him to lead the way, as he was a man and she didn't know where to sit.

((Please switch to the other topic tiled mulligans, which is where they are. And about the Muslim question, I was just wondering how seriously he was and if it would play a role. ))

She smiled again, brushing her bangs away from her face as she walked so that their sides touched. "Right there!" She laughed, pointing at the next building down once they reached the door, her blue eyes carefully following his every movement and expression
((Mulligans))