Casey struggled in the doorway of the apartment for a few minutes, trying to get the keys from the bottom of her purse. By the time she got the door open, her files had fallen on the floor. With a deep sigh, she left them there, stepping over them to grab a few things. As she walked back through the hallway, she stared at the door. She knew she had shut the door, which was now ajar. She stood there for a minute, too afraid to move.
Ask a question. Any question of me. My favourite colour, the worst thing I've ever done, the last person I've kissed, slept with, whatever! Ask it, and I have to answer completely truthfully.
And then, of course, stick it in your journal and I'll ask you.
Casey strolled into the precinct, but only saw Olivia.
"Sorry I've been a little AWOL, my great-grandpa turned 90. I thought everyone knew. Usually Liz Donelly doesn't keep anything secret. How's the case coming along?"
OOC ~ sorry gang...my great grandpa really did turn 90 tho...we went to Florida to celebrate with him!
"Thanks John" she said as she slide into the chair.
this might just be the longest day of her life.
eh..another journal...gotta love roleplay!