twelve; video/action

[detectiveace]

[ It’s a cold night in May; winter’s icy fingers are clinging to the weather, but melting away like a stick of butter in the frying pan. The old, tiny office is in black and white, read all over. There’s a hardboiled detective in her natural environment, pacing slowly, but with all the confidence of a bear eyeing a salmon in a meandering creek

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[Action]

[helena_campbell]

[A dame walks in and shuts the door behind her. She's startled and confused, eyes shifting like a deer's when it sees headlights; like someone hunted, haunted, glancing around the room for something or other.]

[She looks upward strangely, perhaps invoking a prayer for courage or]

Quiet.

...

Hi, Naoto.