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case no. 3 ₪ [video/action]
Dec. 22nd, 2011 02:08 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
morethanwhoiam.livejournal.com[Kate is curled up on a chair in the library. There's a rather big book in her hand titled "Christmas Murder", which is a really crummy book of short mysteries that she isn't really interested in reading, which should be apparent by the fact that she's barely made it past the title page.
She happens to be scowling at a rather garish looking Christmas wreath hanging next to the chair.]
Is this Author for real? Do they really expect hostages to enjoy the holiday season trapped here? How deluded can this person possibly be?
[She might still be in a crummy mood re: the giant disaster New York turned out to be. She cringes and rubs her side gingerly.]
She happens to be scowling at a rather garish looking Christmas wreath hanging next to the chair.]
Is this Author for real? Do they really expect hostages to enjoy the holiday season trapped here? How deluded can this person possibly be?
[She might still be in a crummy mood re: the giant disaster New York turned out to be. She cringes and rubs her side gingerly.]
case no. 2 ₪ [voice]
Nov. 22nd, 2011 11:55 pmwheresmybroom.livejournal.com( Private to Rick Castle )
[Not ten minutes later she's addressing the whole network.]
This is Detective Kate Beckett. I'm looking for someone by the name of Richard Castle... He's sort of tall, brown hair, in love with himself, doesn't know when to shut up even when he's asked to repeatedly?
[Kate's doing her best to cover the panic in her voice. Castle was supposed to meet her and she knows he wouldn't flake out; not here, not like this, not when she needs him.]
Castle, if you can hear this, you better call me. Now.
[Not ten minutes later she's addressing the whole network.]
This is Detective Kate Beckett. I'm looking for someone by the name of Richard Castle... He's sort of tall, brown hair, in love with himself, doesn't know when to shut up even when he's asked to repeatedly?
[Kate's doing her best to cover the panic in her voice. Castle was supposed to meet her and she knows he wouldn't flake out; not here, not like this, not when she needs him.]
Castle, if you can hear this, you better call me. Now.
case no. 1 ₪ [action]
Nov. 17th, 2011 08:59 amwheresmybroom.livejournal.com[Kate Beckett's found her way into the third floor library. She's only been at the Manor for about 45 minutes; the bulk of that spent poking around the bedroom, and a good ten minutes of that staring at her nameplate on the door.
She wondered for a while if she was dead. The last thing she remembers before waking up in the room is being shot, and Castle leaning over her. This isn't exactly how she'd imagined the afterlife – Kate never really gave much thought to that kind of thing. She dealt with death everyday. The last thing she wanted to do was dwell over the hereafter.
So now she's busied herself poking through books. Specifically, she is now holding a hardcover copy of Heat Wave, by Richard Castle. And she's staring at the cover with the most neutral expression ever.]
You have got to be kidding me. I can't even get away from Nikki Heat when I'm dead?
[Yeah, okay, so there might be some denial issues here. Shoving the book under her arm, she pulls out the blackberry she found on the pillow in the room she woke up in. It has to be a clue.] I can't be dead. And if I'm going, it's not like this.
She wondered for a while if she was dead. The last thing she remembers before waking up in the room is being shot, and Castle leaning over her. This isn't exactly how she'd imagined the afterlife – Kate never really gave much thought to that kind of thing. She dealt with death everyday. The last thing she wanted to do was dwell over the hereafter.
So now she's busied herself poking through books. Specifically, she is now holding a hardcover copy of Heat Wave, by Richard Castle. And she's staring at the cover with the most neutral expression ever.]
You have got to be kidding me. I can't even get away from Nikki Heat when I'm dead?
[Yeah, okay, so there might be some denial issues here. Shoving the book under her arm, she pulls out the blackberry she found on the pillow in the room she woke up in. It has to be a clue.] I can't be dead. And if I'm going, it's not like this.
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