Molliarty wants to come out to play~

[consultingscalpel]

Ooh, so you want to play, hmm? I'm more interesting, aren't I, when I'm not—

[She opens her eyes a little wider, putting on a sweet, innocent look.]

Molly Hooper, morgue attendant.

[She lets the act drop, smirking.] How dreadfully dull. And don't get me started on her wardrobe.

No, darling, I think you'll have far more fun with me. And I'm capable of so much more than you can imagine.

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[unfocused]

[ well this is new and unexpected, but certainly not unwelcome. ]

This shade suits you, Ms 'Hooper'.

[consultingscalpel]

[She smirks, and her eyes glitter dangerously.]

Oh, I thought you might think so. I'm not so easy to ignore anymore, am I~?

[unfocused]

[ the twinkle in her eyes is met with an even glance ]

You're as easy to ignore as ever. Whether or not I want to ignore you, that's a different matter entirely.

[ take the compliments you can get from the criminal, Molly: they're few and far between. ]

[consultingscalpel]

Oh, darling, I just knew you cared.

[She takes it as a compliment, obviously, because her ego needs all the love it can get.]

But I think you'll find you're wrong. No, I don't think you could ignore me if you tried. Rumor has it you're into games, and I've been absolutely dyyyying to play.

[nonsomno]

Killing and laughing manically about it while dropping dark hints? I've already seen it done, and by someone far more interesting than you.

[consultingscalpel]

Killing? Oh, but you're the one who mentioned the word, not me, darling.

[nonsomno]

And what else would a madwoman plan on doing?

[consultingscalpel]

Oh, oh oh oh, my dear, you've really got to expand your horizons if the best thing you can think up is murder.

[nonsomno]

Enlighten me.

[consultingscalpel]

You haven't lived till you've taken a scalpel to a human body.

[She considers, for a moment.]

Dead or alive, it's lovely either way.

[nonsomno]

Ah. Torture and mutilation. Charming.

Oh, fine. Have John the serial killer. I need to make him a journal.

[detectivesblog]

"Somehow I doubt it." John gave her a bored look. He didn't really care who she did or didn't pretend to be. What he was looking for was something to do that was different from the everyday 9-5 type job that he got as a GP. He had his little excursions, but those were fewer and farther between than he would have liked. His eyes drifted away from hers and over to where the bodies were stored and he idly wondered if one of his had crossed her table recently.

He'd taken his time with the last one. She'd been about Molly's height and build, actually, but blonde. And she'd been a screamer. His eyes shifted back to her. He wondered if she was a screamer. Or maybe a begger.

[consultingscalpel]

She's watching him, noticing how differently he's acting. It's out of place; she's never really had cause to notice John Watson before, because she thought he was dull. He is dull, but now he's suddenly not, and that causes her to move a little closer, a smile playing about her lips.

"Doubt doesn't suit you, Doctor."

[detectivesblog]

"And what does suit me?"

No, maybe she wasn't a begger, but when he was done with her, she would be. He wondered which she would react better with, knives or the more blunt type of approach? If she wouldn't kneel for her, he could kneecap her and then she would have no choice but to kneel. The thoughts put a small smile on his face. He didn't think she would be the next one, but he would definitely keep her in mind.

[consultingscalpel]

She looks him up and down slowly, taking her time, laying a finger to the side of her cheek as she considers.

"Fewer clothes, most likely."

And some bruises, and some blood.

[detectivesblog]

That was how she was going to play this, was it? It wasn't often that he had a chance to play this game, but he did know the rules. And then he threw them out. He'd never been much for rules when he could help it. He took a few steps closer and leaned in, lowering his voice as he spoke. "Is that what you want?" He flicked his eyes back behind her and then returned them to her. "I want you on that table there."

He could have elaborated, but he chose to leave the 'how' up to her own imagination.

[consultingscalpel]

Ooh, this interesting. He took her bait splendidly, didnt he, so she backs up into the metal table, recently disinfected. It's late, and it's silent as the grave down here. She hops up onto the edge, grinning wickedly, eyes glittering.

"Ooh, are you going to examine me, Doctor?"

[sneakyshoes]

Oh, God.

[consultingscalpel]

Is there a problem, darling Jim~?

[sneakyshoes]

Ohhh, nothing. Just feeling a little underappreciated, what with you and the rogue Sherlock running around.

[consultingscalpel]

[She coos.] Ohh, I'm sorry, did I hurt your feelings? You know how much I appreciate you.

[sneakyshoes]

Please, sweetheart. We both know I can handle myself.

[consultingscalpel]

Of course you can. [A wicked grin spreads across your face.]

Except when I'm handling you.

omg snap :3 (i never play this lady /stretches old rp muscles)

[anatomist]

Hi!

[Fluttery and surprise-pleased, like Molly and Molly are two old friends not expecting to run into each other.]

Yesssssss.

[consultingscalpel]

Hello hello. There's a sight for sore eyes.

[She indulges herself a little vanity; it's a survival tactic when you spend as much time around Jim as she does. Well, as they both do.]