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Jan 28, 2014 09:16PM

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Alexander gets a call from chief Rohan, he groans then answers his phone" Yesssss you ignorant bumbling fool!?"
Rohan grins knowing that once he found out the great Alexander Sherlock would hate having a partner it would make him miserable" Just need you down at the station for a case."Alexander scowls then hands up the phone but says to him self" He's lying and is happy about something.... happy and talking to me, this can't be good." He hurries to the elevator, goes down to the first floor, once the elevator doors open Alexander bolts out then stops on the edge of the curb and raises his hand" Taxi!" One taxi passes by him so he says" Stupid son of bitch! Ignorant fool he is probably stop for some prostitute with her breasts hanging out of her shirt, well I would to but that's besides the point he should have stopped when I yelled Taxi!" Another Taxi drives up and stops, Alexander smiles then gets in the front" You my dear Azandria are a great young cabby but you could do much greater things. Call me if you ever are looking for a job." Azandria smiles then asks" So Alexander, where shall I be dropping you off at?" Alexander smiles and leans closer without her noticing" New York pig station Beautiful." She laughs then begins to drive. Azandria stops at the police station and Alexander asks" How much?" He asks but she says with a big smile" For you it's free." He nods in thanks then closes the door and walks to the side walk and as soon as she walks off he mutters to himself." One more day and I'll be in bed with her."










(( your choice if Dorian dies.))

Dorian found himself waking up in a hospital. He knew the smell and sounds all too well to mistaken it for something else. His head was throbbing slightly and his body ached. He felt the texture of bandages on his abdomen. Thankfully, Dorian didn't feel any casts. Finding his chart hanging on the side of his bed, he realized that a day had gone by since the accident. He flopped back down for a second to take a breath before sitting up painfully. It wasn't too bad, but then again his tolerance for pain was pretty high. Removing the sheets he was happy to find that he had pants and not a gown. Dorian stood up and wandered over to the window. 'A private room, how thoughtful.' Dorian stated in his mind. He opened the window to allow some fresh air into the room. Moving was painful yet invigorating. He smile again before pulling out the needles that were attacked to his arm, knowing fully that someone was bound to show up sooner or later to see what was wrong.

Dorian turned around as his heart rate went up. "What the...." he exclaimed but found that his voice wasn't really working properly. When he realized that it was Alexander, Dorian calmed himself. Taking a deep breath, Dorian took a step back. He took a sip of water but found himself chocking on it a moment later. He held up his hand to keep Alexander away as he composed himself. His chest and back hurt from the coughing and his injuries, but he smiled anyways and asked, "Well if it isn't my failed assassin here to greet me and maybe finish the job. What are you doing here?"


[[I'm setting up a plot idea. If you want you can state what the letter says. I was thinking this could work into their case.]]

(( Sorry if that wasn't to good.))

Before Alexander burned the letter Dorian grabbed the picture of him and the jabberwock. The past few years there was a case where the murderer taunted Dorian with quotes from Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass, Dorian's favorite books. Not only were the quotes distorted for the murderer's needs, but they were always somehow referring to him. After those years Dorian realized that he had a stalker, but who would have thought that this Alexander would be a cause for that.
As Alexander picks Dorian up, Dorian begins to protest, "H-hey, put me down!" He hated being picked up. Even if Alexander was saving his life he would still remember how much he hated being carried. When the building exploded, Dorian was safely out. He struggled until Alexander put him down. He fell to his knees holding his middle. From the running and Alexander's shoulder, Dorian's ribs were hurting. In a pained voice Dorian stated, "Thanks...for that."







[[Please don't God-mod. If a punch hits Alexander than you can state that. You can't control what hits Dorian in this situation, that's god-moding, either.]]





If you're so annoyed with me pointing out god modding, then you should research it and try to stop. In all honesty it's frustrating for me as well because I feel like I have no control over my character. If I go along, then I'm saying that I'm fine with you controlling my character (which I'm not).
I really do enjoy this rp because it's new and different than the usual rps I do. If you have any questions about this please ask. It's better to get everything squared away instead of being frustrated with each other.]]

Alexander dodged and countered, going easy on Dorian" Dumb ass you know I can break you in half right? I mean I did kick a metal door down earlier."



Dorian disregarded Alexander's comment as he continued. He got into a solid stance and went again at Alexander. He had to admit that Alexander was an accomplished fighter, but he wouldn't lose to him.



