To all the WMC fans on my f'list...
So, beyond my lack of a muse, there's another reason why I haven't been posting any fics lately...
I've been working like crazy on my Women's Murder Club Virtual Season 3 episode! Which airs tonight at 8pm, EST! So don't forget to check out the episode, titled "Hiding In Plain Sight," on wmc_vs !
The sounds of two voices, loud and angry, slipped through an open third floor window. The echo drifted above and below the apartment where the combatants squared off against each other; their yells blending together, neither person taking any time to actually let the other speak. It seemed unlikely to anyone who heard the argument that either one of them would even be able to hear what the other one was saying.
The brunette exited the building and grinned. Everything was going perfectly according to plan.
They’d fallen for the trap and now it was only a matter of time before everything fell into place.
Joe Minor, who lived in the apartment directly below the fighting couple, walked from his car towards the building and glanced up just as something flew out of the third-floor window, apparently thrown in anger.
He exchanged a grimace of understanding with his neighbor as they approached each other on the sidewalk. “Are they winding up or winding down?” Joe asked. “Sounds like they’ve been going at it for a while.”
“They actually just started, scarily enough. They sure built up really quickly, though.”
“Great,” Joe sighed. “Think it would be too rude if I go pound on their door and tell them to shut the hell up?”
“Just be careful,” the brunette replied with a small smile. “You don’t want them to turn things around and start yelling at you instead of each other.”
“True,” Joe admitted with a nod. “Well, have a good night. I just got home from work, but maybe I should follow your lead and just head out again.”
“You have a good night, too. And good luck avoiding the racket.”
With a last friendly wave to each other, they went their separate ways.
The shouting started to escalate, and the brunette’s grin only widened at the sound of a plate shattering. It had certainly come in handy that they both had quite a temper.
Now, it was only a matter of waiting a bit longer.
Then, it would be time to strike.
I've been working like crazy on my Women's Murder Club Virtual Season 3 episode! Which airs tonight at 8pm, EST! So don't forget to check out the episode, titled "Hiding In Plain Sight," on wmc_vs !
The sounds of two voices, loud and angry, slipped through an open third floor window. The echo drifted above and below the apartment where the combatants squared off against each other; their yells blending together, neither person taking any time to actually let the other speak. It seemed unlikely to anyone who heard the argument that either one of them would even be able to hear what the other one was saying.
The brunette exited the building and grinned. Everything was going perfectly according to plan.
They’d fallen for the trap and now it was only a matter of time before everything fell into place.
Joe Minor, who lived in the apartment directly below the fighting couple, walked from his car towards the building and glanced up just as something flew out of the third-floor window, apparently thrown in anger.
He exchanged a grimace of understanding with his neighbor as they approached each other on the sidewalk. “Are they winding up or winding down?” Joe asked. “Sounds like they’ve been going at it for a while.”
“They actually just started, scarily enough. They sure built up really quickly, though.”
“Great,” Joe sighed. “Think it would be too rude if I go pound on their door and tell them to shut the hell up?”
“Just be careful,” the brunette replied with a small smile. “You don’t want them to turn things around and start yelling at you instead of each other.”
“True,” Joe admitted with a nod. “Well, have a good night. I just got home from work, but maybe I should follow your lead and just head out again.”
“You have a good night, too. And good luck avoiding the racket.”
With a last friendly wave to each other, they went their separate ways.
The shouting started to escalate, and the brunette’s grin only widened at the sound of a plate shattering. It had certainly come in handy that they both had quite a temper.
Now, it was only a matter of waiting a bit longer.
Then, it would be time to strike.