sergeantsally:
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Send me an “Oops!” to hear what my muse would say upon accidentally seeing yours naked!
“Please tell me there’s a reason for this.”
“I suppose I was being rather quiet, wasn’t I? I come here sometimes to get away from everything.” Sally paused, awkwardly staring at a point above Molly’s head. “Erm, would you like a jacket or something?”
Blinking to realisation that she was still naked, Molly quickly reached forward to pull on her shirt, which thankfully covered her in all of the necessary places. “You come here? What for? I didn’t think it was that nice here really. A bit morbid…”
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My muse calls your muse, screaming that they’re tied to the subway tracks and the twelve o’clock train is coming.
Sally stretched out her hand, trying to reach the phone that’d fallen out of her kidnappers pocket when he tied her up. Her fingers grasped the edge and she managed to scrape it up, almost crying in relief. Her hands shaking violently, she picked up the phone and prayed it had battery. It did. She had two options, because she could only remember two numbers. Molly or Anderson? Who should she pick?
Trembling, she dialed the numbers, and bit her lip, waiting for Molly to answer. Finally, she heard the voice she needed, and couldn’t stop herself from screaming. She told her where she was, though it didn’t make much sense. She tried to calm down, and spoke, but the phone was silent. “H-hello?”
The battery had gone dead.
Molly had been confused when her phone had suddenly begun to ring as it never did such a thing, especially not from a number that she didn’t recognise. It soon became clear to her what was happening and as she tried to calm Sally down, she was already on her feet and making her way towards the door. Glancing at the clock, she saw she had half an hour left. That would be enough, right?
She stayed on the phone with Sally until it suddenly went dead in her ear, the beeping sound of a disconnected call in her ear. Looking at the screen, she let out a quiet curse, pushing her phone back into her pocket. She ran down the street, trying to make her way as quickly as she could to the tube station as possible.
Cursing herself once more a minute later, she pulled out her phone again, dialling 999 to get in contact with the police. If she could not make it, surely they could or at least be able to stop the train before it got to Sally.
sergeantsally:
sergeantsally-blog:
Send an “Ѡ” for my muse’s reaction to being sent accidental nudes.
Wow. SD
Er, Molly, it’s Sally. Did you mean to send me those pictures? SD
Well how did I end up with them, then?! SD
Not that I’m complaining. SD
I said I meant to send you another one. It was of Toby, but I chose the other one by accident. M
You’re not? Why? M
sergeantsally:
sergeantsally-blog:
Send an “Ѡ” for my muse’s reaction to being sent accidental nudes.
Wow. SD
Er, Molly, it’s Sally. Did you mean to send me those pictures? SD
Right, yeah, I didn’t think that was for me. SD
Fun night, then? Go on, tell me, who was it for? SD
They’re not exactly for anyone. I mean there isn’t anyone I could give them to. M
My name is Molly Hooper, I'm single 