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?

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.

[sneakyshoes]

Oh, God.

[consultingscalpel]

Is there a problem, darling Jim~?

[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."

[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.

[consultingscalpel]

You know, it does have a certain charm, doesn't it? And then there's blackmail.


[She tuts.] So often overlooked.

[nonsomno]

And you do all this-- why? Because you're bored, or because it gets you off?

[consultingscalpel]

[Molly's eyes light up.]

Oo~ooh, are we asking personal questions now? And why are you so interested, hmm?

Looking to get in on the fun, perhaps?

[nonsomno]

[Her lip curls; she takes a pointed step back.]

Looking to stop the next idiot who wants to be special and get everyone's attention.

[consultingscalpel]

[She goes loose, rolling her head back and laughing, almost delirious.]

Ahhh, we have a heroine in our midst.

[Quick as that, she's approaching rapidly, stopping inches from the other woman, her eyes like the edge of a knife.]

You'd make the lovelies corpse.

[nonsomno]

[She looks like nothing, like a meek little girl, but there's something psychotic in her gaze. Talia's eyes widen; her body tenses as her fingers slip into her sleeve. Carefully she tries to grab a knife without letting this woman know.]

Please. Try it.

[consultingscalpel]

[And just like that, she's turning and pacing away, making a noise of disappointment.]

No, no, no, that's no fun at all.

[Begging, now that's fun.]

Especially not with that knife up your sleeve, dear. [She turns to look over her shoulder at Talia.] It is a knife, isn't it?

[nonsomno]

Two.

[She tugs it out and holds it between two fingers, careful, ready to throw.]

A coward as well?

[consultingscalpel]

Hardly.

[A red dot of a laser travels from Talia's chest to up between her eyes, and Molly winks.]

I would just hate to see that pretty little brain of yours blown to bits before I have my fun.

i hateship it.

[nonsomno]

[Her mouth purses. Slowly she sets her knife down on the ground.]