Cara woke up, in a good mood for once. It was her birthday, her 15th, and her father had promised her that he'd take her somewhere. She had wanted to go to the theme park, but her father had insisted it be a surprise. She turned on some music and got dressed, quickly brushing her hair and teeth before going downstairs. "Good morning!" She singsonged, coming into the kitchen and hugging Greg. "How'd you sleep?" She made a cup of tea and sat down at the table opposite him, stirring it with a small spoon. A grin was plastered across Cara's face, and nothing could possibly bring her mood down today.

Rescue Mission by Anthea-RP, journal

Rescue Mission

Feb 15, 2013

((Continued From: http://comments.deviantart.com/4/21657497/2937188378)) "I want CCTV footage from the last known location of his phone. Use that to find any coverage we have of him," Anthea ordered and several minions turned to thier computers. She turned to the next group, "I'm forwarding you the recording of the conversation I had with him. Most likely the culprits are members of either or both of the Salvatore and Akelmad families but I don't want to rule out the chance that this is someone trying to frame them and draw our attention elsewhere. I want copies of everything we have relating to them. They said to back off so something we'r

Better out than in? by Mycroft-Holmes-RP, journal

Better out than in?

Jan 31, 2013

Mycroft had had two drinks before he had stopped himself. Damn nerves. This changed nothing.......Lestrade's interest was passing. A crush.....a desire, perhaps. Starved of affection from the divorce.........that had to be it. No-one actually just fell in love like that. It's preposterous. You fell in love. Mycroft dropped his head at the mocking voice in his head. You fell in love and danced like a puppet and then she tore out her strings and left you. Good thing he had eaten as he finished his second pint. Gregory was different though......he would never..............he wouldn't...................... Mycroft was in no place to l

Tammy's Visitor. by Cassie-Stone-RP, journal

Tammy's Visitor.

Nov 13, 2012

"Careful, Nicole! You're almost standing on Tash's hand!" Cassie laughed, watching her flatmates as they tangled themselves into a human knot of alcohol-affected limbs. It was a girl's night in, and the wine was flowing more easily than it should have. Even Cassie (who rarely ever had a proper drink) was on her third glass of "Tesco's Finest" Merlot. The doorbell sang unexpectedly through their giggling, and they all glanced at each other. They hadn't been expecting anyone- or at least, they thought they hadn't. Tammy's face lit up with realization. "Oh, it's ok. I asked someone to come over." Her explanation was answered with a joint oooh

A day at the office by Anthea-RP, journal

A day at the office

Oct 19, 2012

Anthea pursed her lips as she fingered the slightly wilted leaves of Charlie. She isn't sure whether to be amused that that's the best name she can come up with for her glechoma hederacea (a more commonly known as a Creeping Charlie) but it's lasted the longest so she's not about to complain. She's just debating whether she's under-watering the thing or over-watering it when the commotion breaks out down the hall from her desk. With a weary sigh she slips her feet back into her pumps and snatches up her black berry. She knows that voice and it's easier to deal with these things before the paper work is filed.