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bakerstreet2016-06-30 04:05 pm
socketeer) wrote in bakerstreet2016-06-30 04:05 pm
the picture prompt meme
 the picture prompt meme I — Comment with your character.
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[Totally fine with AU-ing, feel free to hit me up in PM if you have any questions/want to plot beforehand!]
[ current w/s6 ]
[Quietly dying of excitement. Before I give you pictures I'm going to just let you have your pick of any of these girls to play with? Bonus option: I'm 100% willing to try Nym or Tyene, too.]
[ota with f/f preference for shipping, up to date]
The snow began falling around 3AM the previous night. By the time Foggy leaves his apartment and heads toward the office, the streets are blocked off to traffic. A slow day then, judging by not only the lack of cars but people trudging through the snow covering the sidewalks. Well, great. That should give him ample opportunity to go over a few cases that have been building up over the past few weeks.
Hell's Kitchen is always so eerily quiet on snowy days like this. Foggy finds it easy to lose himself in his thoughts, which mostly revolve around the ridiculously risky night out with Matt the other day, when they'd infiltrated a mafia safe house in order to read some incredibly secretive documents that he kind of wishes he could scrub clean from his mind.
In a way it's almost difficult to return to ordinary work after doing something like that- makes him wonder how Matt's pulled it off for so long. One thing he promises himself? Never again.
Maybe. Okay, so it had been kind of thrilling to sneak around a creepy old abandoned building and steal secrets from dangerous criminals. That doesn't mean it isn't stupid, just... exciting. Too exciting for him. At least the operation went off without a hitch. Supposedly.
It's only after ten minutes of walking that he begins to notice someone's following him. Ordinarily he would never notice a single person trailing him, but considering how otherwise empty the streets are, it's actually difficult not to notice. Of course he could be paranoid, and the two of them are just walking in the same direction. That explanation calms him for a little while longer, until the man starts picking up he pace.
Foggy knows this is going to come off as ridiculous and Matt will probably tease him for it, but he finds himself pulling out his phone and selecting his friend's number. You know, just in case.
Hell's Kitchen is always so eerily quiet on snowy days like this. Foggy finds it easy to lose himself in his thoughts, which mostly revolve around the ridiculously risky night out with Matt the other day, when they'd infiltrated a mafia safe house in order to read some incredibly secretive documents that he kind of wishes he could scrub clean from his mind.
In a way it's almost difficult to return to ordinary work after doing something like that- makes him wonder how Matt's pulled it off for so long. One thing he promises himself? Never again.
Maybe. Okay, so it had been kind of thrilling to sneak around a creepy old abandoned building and steal secrets from dangerous criminals. That doesn't mean it isn't stupid, just... exciting. Too exciting for him. At least the operation went off without a hitch. Supposedly.
It's only after ten minutes of walking that he begins to notice someone's following him. Ordinarily he would never notice a single person trailing him, but considering how otherwise empty the streets are, it's actually difficult not to notice. Of course he could be paranoid, and the two of them are just walking in the same direction. That explanation calms him for a little while longer, until the man starts picking up he pace.
Foggy knows this is going to come off as ridiculous and Matt will probably tease him for it, but he finds himself pulling out his phone and selecting his friend's number. You know, just in case.
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