New York City, Saturday Morning
Rachael Newman -- no, she was Elizabeth McGuire now, she still had to remind herself even after several years -- was up early, as was her usual. She went out for a jog, all the while mulling over her latest case. It was getting to everybody, even her, though it was getting to her for entirely different reasons. The others were upset about not having the suspect caught yet, but she was upset because it was taking her so long to figure him out and find him.
And now, back in her apartment, she was on the computer trying to get into her files on her computer at work. Which wasn't working and was royally pissing her off.
Even a day off made her still want to work.
Scowling, Elizabeth stood, pushing away from the desk and stomping off towards the bedroom.
When she came back out, she was in jeans and a t-shirt, looking young and completely unassuming. If she couldn't find her suspect, by God she'd find someone who needed taking out. It was so easy.
[Open for sudden visits before she leaves, emails, phone calls while she's out, you name it! Eve is now Rachael/Elizabeth/God only knows who else from American Psycho II.]
And now, back in her apartment, she was on the computer trying to get into her files on her computer at work. Which wasn't working and was royally pissing her off.
Even a day off made her still want to work.
Scowling, Elizabeth stood, pushing away from the desk and stomping off towards the bedroom.
When she came back out, she was in jeans and a t-shirt, looking young and completely unassuming. If she couldn't find her suspect, by God she'd find someone who needed taking out. It was so easy.
[Open for sudden visits before she leaves, emails, phone calls while she's out, you name it! Eve is now Rachael/Elizabeth/God only knows who else from American Psycho II.]