Emily Eirwen | Snow White (saucyballads) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2010-11-02 14:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | sherlock holmes, snow white |
Who: Daryl and Emily
What: Confrontation about a small stalkerish woman and a taller bewildered one.
Where: The motel Emily's staying at for now, possibly the Seattle crime lab and places in between
When: Tuesday morning
Warnings: Creeper!Daryl being creepy, possibly some creative swearing
Squeezing lightly on the bridge of her nose, Emily leaned back in the room's only chair with a sigh, her gaze moving from the glare of her notebook's screen to the dingy egg-shell white ceiling. It'd been twenty-four hours since she'd put the note up at the Bathos, but she hadn't received any response yet. She hadn't even been in the city a week, but she was already starting to wonder if she'd missed again.
She pulled her glasses off and set them aside. They weren't necessary, more of an affection, plain glass tinted rose to help with eye-strain from working at computers all day. Glancing at the clock brought another short exhalation. She needed to be leaving for the lab shortly. Giving her face a quick rub, she rose to her feet and set about preparing to leave for work.
Twenty minutes later, she stepped to the door, keys in hand, taking a quick glance around before opening the door. The motel was kept fairly neat, for a motel. A single bed, which she'd already made up a couple hours earlier, and table in the corner where her notebook normally resided, when it wasn't packed into its case on her shoulder. Her two suitcases were stacked neatly on the dresser.
Nodding to herself at nothing seeming out of place, she turned back to the door and pulled it open, only to take a startled step backwards at the sight of the figure standing before it. The other person was shorter than her, with a pale, yet feminine face, but further details were obscured by layers of clothing.
"What the... Who the fudge are you?!"