This is where it gets complicated
Amy Pond. /Not/ Amelia, ta :) Did the time-travelling thing, pretty sure you know the details. Anything you want to know, drop me an ask! :)
look at the notes.
LOOK AT THE FUCKING NOTES.
Tempted to go, because no-one talks to me and etcetcetc. I get /no/ rp on here, so what’s the point in having this account? It’s just more stress and expectations for when I log in.
|| HAI, ANA. ||
|| HAI!
I get no rp on here…
(Us gingers got to stick together <3 ) ||
Because I am… And I’m all lonely
I’m up, I’m up! Anyone here?
You guys are epic, but I must to the essays I’ve been putting off for two weeks! D:
She gritted her teeth at the man. “Of course I do! And I’ll tell you want you can count on: Me. Loosing. It.” She’d never liked it when people crossed her or her friends, and this man didn’t even seem to have a point to why he was here, knowing things he shouldn’t, and generally just winding her up.She leant over the empty space to make her face closer to his. “You can go now.”
“Feisty pet, you are.” He grins and picks up his coat from the bench. “Do me a favor, Amy dear. Tell Sherlock that I haven’t forgotten that I owe him.” There it was, the shock of him knowing that Sherlock was alive. Of course he knew. People are so predictable. “But here’s the trick: who is going to fall this time.”
“Thank you,” she bobbed her head, knowing he didn’t mean feisty to be a compliment, but that’s how she took it. Watching him pick up his coat, she listened to his words and tried to hold a poker face, but when he said about a fall, she just stared at him. “I’m not going to do you any favours.”
