Lina Duque || Meggie Folchart (andthegirl) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2011-04-14 00:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | aeda browning, lina duque |
WHO: Lina Duque and Aeda Browning
WHAT: Roommate setting up
WHEN: Monday afternoon >_>
WHERE: Lina’s Apartment/Duque Investigations in New York City
WARNINGS: With these two? Flailing and squeeage. That’s about it.
The problem with having a business without a partner – or well, anyone, honestly – was that you had no one to really commiserate with over the lack of business. Or at least assure you that it wasn’t your fault. Lina really had no idea why no one came to her for help (or at least, only a scattered few had). Really. She was a private investigator – and more qualified than a good many out there! She’d done her research. Really, there was no excuse for why people weren’t banging down her door. If she had a Watson to her Sherlock or…well, anyone she might have a better idea of what she was doing wrong. Minus the fact that Sherlock never was in need of cases, from what she remembered.
As it stood, Lina had gotten into the habit of just reading as she waited for people to need her for help. Her apartment had little furniture in it beyond the basics which had come with it. She hadn’t decorated at all and just filled the place with books. Used books, new books, paperback, hardcover, handbound. They filled shelves along the walls, piled high in stacks left and right. They were in a system, Lina maintained to those who asked or raised a brow. She just happened to be the only one to remember the method.
She’d curled up on a couch with a YA book she’d surprisingly enough hadn’t read before. The series had been recommended because of its take on a classic piece – suggesting that in modern times, instead of falling down rabbit holes, kids would fall down drains. So far, she’d been impressed with the writing even if parallelisms didn’t match up beyond that – and thanks to being close friends with the reincarnate of the Mad Hatter, she felt like she knew her stuff. She’d just flipped a page, tongue pressed to her lip in thought when the door buzzer went. Lina was up in an instant, barreling over the armrest of the couch and barely skirting the leaning towards of books about. “I’m coming, I’m coming!” she whipped the door open, giving the person there a brilliant smile. “Hi.”