REBOOTING THIS ACCOUNT

I had some issues getting started and everything so I’ll delete all/most posts, I’ll keep some threads and drop some but I still really want to write with my OC and develop her some more so I’m going to set up everything again

        Eyes roamed about the room, the diner was empty but for the cold and desolate blow of wind that came through every once in a while. The waitress, her face seemed to glow with the mention of a salad, a rush of life filled her. A healthy choice would be called fancy, obnoxious, lavish or deluxe. A thing pointless for a diner, merely meant to be the provider of another heart disease and death.       “I   prefer   boiled   but   either   would   be   fine.  ”

        Her fingers worked fast, jotting down the order before moving onto the cooking, her mind seemed fully focused on the simple task yet she almost seemed delicate with it, focusing on every single thing there is. Ophelia replied with a stiff nod, quickly pulling out her phone and going on to drone out whatever wind would continue blowing, the case was simple, yet nothing was ever simple in law. Anything could happen and would happen, the defence was weak yet a single misstep would make them win the case, she was treading on thin ice, a single step too far into whatever direction could mean a certain end.

        A sense of rudeness quickly overcame her, even though the waitress cared little, far too focused on the salad she put her phone away nonetheless, if not for her than for herself, she was always taught good manners. 

[Continued from x | @badassbctch​ ]

“DISAGREE, IF YOU WILL. Art is a rather SUBJECTIVE thing, if I do say so myself.” Ophelia was surprised to see her DISMISS it with a simple smile and a shake of her head. Ever since starting her hobby she found art in ODD PLACES where most people wouldn’t see it, traditional art was ever so rarely art.

 “There’s beauty in things we RARELY see as beautiful, Art is merely what YOU want it to be.” There was a beauty to her, just as there was a beauty to most people which most were unaware of because it was UNCONVENTIONAL or doesn’t fit the norm of art.

Ophelia was truly surprised this supposedly amazingly smart detective, consulting detective, didn't see it as it seemed to be glaring at her yet maybe it was because she was new to the case, she didn't know a lot about it yet, she had a general briefing from Lestrade about the broad points, she had been called in to take a look, that didn't equate to being able to arrest and haul people in. “Quite correct.”

“But I’m not from Scotland Yard nor have I been here for a few years, whilst I am very interested to see him sweat out of this situations he encased himself in, I wouldn't be quite sure what we could do that would be considered legal. Little use then.” She didn't hold as much authority as she would like, having studied American law and having practised in America for most of her recent years.

Opposed to most of her life, she enjoyed some NOVELTY in her life from time to time to keep it all from being too exciting or too boring. Due to her lifestyle that had influenced her since her apparent birth, finding herself in A DINER was a very odd thing. 

There was something VERY AMERICAN about them, something she liked as the culture was a very peculiar one, similar to European yet vastly different, and something she was rather close to hating them for reasons obvious to her but less to a certain amount of people she knew. Either way, she was hungry but not hungry enough to either make something small herself or bother her cook to make something and this was the closest place she could eat to where she was now.

The diner was empty, almost. There were two waitresses and someone eating in the corner, Ophelia pulled off her gloves and walked forward. She took the menu despite the waitress her HESITATION and quickly settled on what seemed like it would poison her the least, she really DESPISED diners. 

“I’d like an egg-white omelet with vegetables, or veggies, whatever you PREFER to call them and a glass of water please.” She said,completely dismissing all that belonged to Halloween, she had virtually no opinion on the holiday, she didn’t care and never really had. 

Ophelia merely rolled her eyes, whilst annoyed at both his ATTITUDE and BEHAVIOUR as far as her information went he was the BEST right now. Whilst she was in no need for physical training, as she opts for a daily run, after past events the idea of being able to PROTECT herself in a ‘proper’ way, opposed to those ten martial art classes she took. “I don’t need some professional trainer who is going to complain about my LACK OF cooking skill, I need someone to teach me practical fighting skills and you seem rather APT for it.” She explained.

“Of course, I would say four hours a week along with some very good PAYMENT for you to figure out what exactly you want to do with your life right now.” 

Like for a starter! Lengths may vary (They’ll probably be very long)/p>