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Jul 25 2014, 04:02 AM
Flowers. They were wilting at the side of cool stone. It was engraved, and shiny with a dusting of water. The air was damp with the smell of ran. It was recent, but not so recent that the grass was muddy - just mildly soft. The grass was springy, a bright green still as the sun peaked between the clouds. The clouds themselves were lightening, no longer a dull grey. it may still rain. The weather forecast said not, but the weather here in London was unpredictable. The Met office did their best but they weren't always as accurate as the people demanded.

The flowers had been brought by a girl, young, red head, and foreign though you wouldn't know that by looking at her. She stood wrapped up in a light coat, hair frizzing as it dried from the rain drops. "We could have had everything," she said to herself, because he's not really there, not listening. If he had been listening to her then he wouldn't be dead. He'd be like Sherlock Holmes, back from the dead after all those months. if only Degare had faked his too. But he wasn't a great detective who could defy all the rules at get away with it. He was just a French man living his life. Maybe Sherlock Holmes chose to die the way he wanted. Degare chose the way they wanted. Both were bound by circumstance.

"You should have just told me," she looked to the damp sky instead of the damp ground. There was nothing she could do about it now. He was dead and in the ground, not here, but she had paid for a plot for her to visit nonetheless. Degare was back in France with his family, a fact she had kept from her parents. She would tell them soon. "Maybe it was always meant to be this way,"

She turned and walked slowly away.

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May 12 2014, 03:54 PM


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<p>Walking up the steps she walked through the plaza, a mall lined with shops. It wasn't the best run of shops. The shops here were rather dull - nothing of interest in any of them. Slania usually went more up market but even she understood the appeal of a bargain. There was a gem of a store lurking amongst the drab - an accessory shop which appealed to her sense of style. Being a budding artist, it was kind of obligatory wear the weird and wonderful. She was also planning on taking a fashion design supplement course when she became eligible for it. Slania had no idea if she would be any good but like most females found the idea appealing.

<p>Slania went in to what was like candy heaven, picked up a few items and continued on her way home. She had not seen Mycroft Holmes in a few months now and was overdue for a check in. Mycroft Holmes had probably been bullied asked by her father to keep an eye on her - two, as often as he could spare. It was just one of those prices you had to pay when your family was involved in spying. The elder Holmes brother didn't have the best reputation but she found herself liking him nonetheless. The was straightforward and occasionally abrupt but the French were often direct especially when annoyed.

<p>Entering her studio flat, Slania got changed out of the low end clothes she was wearing to the Art School into a blue laced skirt, white top, blue cascade cardigan and flower adorned bag. Her heels were dotted with diamanté studs. With everything on and all set to go Slania opened the door to find a man on her threshold.

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May 10 2014, 11:47 PM
Hiiii,

So a couple of you may know already, my computer has been duff since the day I got it. Now I'm pretty sure it's downloaded a virus all by its onesies.

Anyone got acer?

If you see REGRET.dll, NTIMMV9Acer.dll or NTIMLiveUpdatev9.dll THESE ARE VIRUSES DESIGNED TO STOP YOU ACCEPTING UPDATES WHICH APPARENTLY ARE STRONG ENOUGH TO SURVIVE A FREAKING SYSTEM RESTORE TO FACTORY SETTINGS.

I also have Desktop.ini 's appearing. normally these are harmless. Apparently they are needed for folders and files to work but sometimes they can be hijacked. Pretty sure mine have been. Pretty hard to create one in march 2012 when I didn't even have the computer.

So, it may or may not be doing back to the shop.

Also my malbytes just vanished.

*sigh*

I wish it wouldn't do that.

Shelke
May 10 2014, 03:07 PM
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It was a sunny day, perfect for going out into the big bad world. Slania had dressed in a green coat which went nicely with her curly red, wild hair. Black jeans tight onto her skinny legs with black stilettos A little pink bag hung from a small shoulder as she headed out the door of her rather posh and luxurious flat. She paused just outside the door noticing a black shiny spec outside her door. She traced a finger gently over it. Smooth. She stuck her eye right up against it mischievously before rolling her eyes slightly and headed for the elevator. It was probably just Mycroft. The man had an unusual desire to keep tabs on everything. Maybe daddy had threatened him or something. She seemed to recall correspondence between those two. It wouldn't surprise her.

<p>Slania headed in the direction of the exhibition. It was an art gallery, up market and all together swish and styled. Slania had been assigned the task of visiting and commenting on her experience in an art gallery. Aware most would not attend something so high end and up scale Slania intended to visit two and compare the quality of the works, the display, and so on. The host too, was something to be included as it could colour the entire experience. She might even buy a piece if she was so inclined.

<p>Music was where her heart truly lay but she hadn't the heart to touch an instrument since her husband passed away. His favourite piece was the main theme from the Fellowship (Lord of the Rings) mostly because he claimed it inspired hope. Hope was one of the world's greatest motivators and keepers of faith. He had wanted to direct movies one day but he barely got the chance to shoot more than a few amateur videos which she kept treasured. One day she would return to music she was sure, but right now she found it difficult to see a violin and not feel pure sadness. Slania used to play for him all the time.

<p>Slania turned into the large art gallery and slowly moved over to a large abstract charcoal drawing.

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Slania Felicienne Lamoreaux is a French girl who followed her love Degare from Paris. She's a Parisian whose been in love with that city her entire life. As a child she grew up rich and privileged and was sent to a top private school for all of her education. Her best friend is Heloise whose family lost all of her money but that never mattered to Slania whose parents carefully taught her to respect people and not wealth.

<p>Her father is high up in the French Secret Service providing Slania with Diplomatic Immunity. Slania was educated until the age of seventeen where she went off and partied. From a young age she was propelled to stardom due to her musical abilities in the violin and piano, later learning the guitar as a teenager. She spent little over a year partying, drinking and having sex until her heart was broken.

<p>Slania followed her love to the UK and joined the British Symphony Orchestra wanting some time away from the limelight. Just when she thought Degare was going to propose he broke up with her because he was sick. Slania later married Degare wanting to do so before he died. Now he's gone she hasn't felt like doing much playing and has taken up art lessons to occupy her time instead.
<br><br><b>FRINEDS:</b> Slania is a kind and generous girl who has a big heart and lots of love to give. She's a caring soul who is there for anyone who needs help, even those who have done bad things in the past. She's fun and easy going unless she's in work mode in which case she can be a bit bitchy!
<Br><Br><b>ENEMIES:</b> Slania hates discrimination and bullying in all forms. She'll stick up for anyone who is being abused or harassed or intimidated. She doesn't fight over every little thing. She does pick her battles but she's a very determined individual and believes that people who do bad things shoudl be punished. She also understands that it isn't that easy.
<Br><BR><B>LOVERS:</b> Go slow, my dear? Her Husband died slightly over a year ago and she's still learning to move on from it. Anyone tendering an interest would have to be a friend first and move from there.
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