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murder, she solved // revamping this blog. phryne is my babe. might even make icons! what? i know!

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+ DAISY

❛  oh, it is absolutely gorgeous! there      is no place like it, you know. oh, my     heart’ll stop i’m so thrilled you’ll be     staying with us! might   i   get   you     something                           to drink? ❜

             « oh, i’m thrilled as well...! to be perfectly frank,              i always thought that london & paris was where              the fun was made, but i was so TERRIBLY wrong!              i can’t wait to see what this place has to offer.              & yes, of course, i’ll have what you’re having! »

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                                             MELBOURNE, 1928                                                                         I’d never presume to judge a woman                                              on the basis of her morals.  I’m only                                              interested in solving a murder case.                                                                                                HOME

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+ GATSBY

     The second she agreed to a simple drink, the host lightly      put his hand on the shoulder of the closest butler before      giving him a nod. His employee seemed to quickly      understand what that meant as he disappeared just a      moment later. 

     “You’re from Melbourne? Why, you’ve made quite a      travel to come all the way here. I’m sure you didn’t come      here just for my party.” Jay let out a polite chuckle then,      still holding the modesty of a gentleman despite the wealth. 

     “I can show you out back by the pool, if you like. That’s      where most of the guests love to go, it seems.” 

         oh, was it really surprising that she was from          australia? she would have thought the accent          would have given her away. she was a well          travelled girl, from paris and around the world.          she knew a few languages but always came           home.          « born & raised, mr. gatsby. but been traveling          a lot. mainly since the war. » still a dreadful thing          to say, to name that event ;; many have died &          many had to endure it.

         « oh yes, i’d love to. if the guests sure love the          inside, i can’t possibly fathom how great must          be your outdoors !! »          still, it was a bit strange for a man like this to live          alone in this big house. her house wasn’t big but          she always had company. & as far as she could          tell, where was mr. gatsby’s company? the night          was rising.          what a suspicious lone wolf of a man, she thought.

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+ GATSBY

     Once she had mentioned the party as her reasoning      for arriving to his home, a wave of relief swept over him.      Her occupation had worried him that she had been looking      into his suspicious ownership of countless drugstores;      however, he was able to relax once that just wasn’t the case. 

     “You see, that’s a rarity. I can assure you a crowd will show      up shortly, but until then, would you like anything?                                           – A drink, perhaps?” 

     He offered a genuine smile then, hoping to avoid any      awkwardness between them even when he didn’t usually       associate much with his guests.

      « i see we sing the same tune. » she chuckled. « yes,       that’d be fantastic. »       it wasn’t just the party, though. she had heard rumours.       she’s a nosy gal, she knows it, and she can smell drama       & lies when they’re not even spoken yet. but first, a drink,       a softer breeze... & who knows. she might have a little fun       before having to do a little research.       « i say, this is one hell of estate, excuse moi par mes mots !       i’ve heard all about it in melbourne. i couldn’t wait to see it       with my own two eyes !! » her jack would be looking at her       from the corner of his eye, disapproving of her interest, but       he’s not around now, his he ?

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+ GATSBY

     “I suppose so.” Despite his attempts      to keep his full composure, it likely      leaked through that her occupation      made him nervous to say the least.       “What can I do for you, Miss Fisher…?”

        tall, dark & handsome. she knew many americans,         but not all of them were this pleasing to the eye.         « well, mr. gatsby, as you probably have         already guessed, i came here for your         famous house parties. it seems i got a bit         early... TOO early, in fact,                 there’s only the two of us here! »

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        « phryne fisher, lady detective.         i guess you got one of those         things right... !! »

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+ debcnairess 

          « isn’t america just...           splendid ?                »

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                                             MELBOURNE, 1928                                                                         I’d never presume to judge a woman                                              on the basis of her morals.  I’m only                                              interested in solving a murder case.                                                                                                HOME

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s i g h s should i even re-open this blog

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R O L E P L A Y   C H A R A C T E R   S T A T S   S H E E T

Repost, replacing the old information with your muse’s information.

Hover underlined ‘links’ for better explanations, should you need them.

Pass it on to your mutuals & others for a better understanding of their muses.

Tagged by: xkeeperofthekeys

Face Claim: Essie Davis Name: Phryne Fisher Age: 28 (as of 1928), being the main age for all years/verses Gender: Female Nationality: Australian Birthplace: Somewhere near Melbourne, Australia Birthday: January 13th, 1900 Sun Sign: N/A Residence: Melbourne, Australia Marital Status: Single Alignment: Chaotic Good

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Drink: Whiskey Food: Depends on the purpose of the meal Day or Night: Night Snacks: Chocolate Song: American Smooth Jazz bands Quote: "So I did what I deemed more suitable to the ocasion: I stabbed him on the shoulder!" Historical Character: She's very fond of Artemis, the goddess of the hunt and the moon. Pet: None Book: F. Scott Fitzgerald. Colour: Gold, or whatever is fashionable. Flower: Rose, or rather, a yet-to-bloom one. Beautiful to the eye, dangerous to those who touch it. Sexuality: Bisexual.

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Body type: Slim, and taller than the average woman. Eye colour: Blue Hair colour: Black, probably dyed. Body reference: Doesn't have one. Beauty Scale: Quite the sweep-every-man-of-their-feet woman. She's deemed as one of the fashion icons of Australia and even though she doesn't mind that title, she'd rather have nothing associated with her name other than "lady detective" and her title "the Honourable". T A G G I N G : flirtiings, corlapidis, aureaedevs

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             "So a woman should, at all times,               be quiet and gracefull, and not               ask questions?                                Oh dear. You really do not know                                who I am, do you?"

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          Last time she stepped in England war raged on every corner of Europe. It wasn't a pretty sight to behold and eventually she'd stain her hands with the blood of others. She might have forced her way to the fight but she did everything she could - not many women were so quick in the feet to stay in the hospital wards and crazy enough to actually bring back and forth those who were hurt in their plights. But it had been almost ten years - a whole decade! - since the clash happened. She ought to, at least, surpress those memories, even if they were what made her to be the woman she was.            England seemed painted in another kind of color. Every street from the ports to the station was gloomy and dark, as if there were still reflections of what happened. She knew, perfectly well even, that many men and women lost their sons, brothers, fathers and uncles; and the pain of a loss is not the same as the pain of a broken limb. She should - no, she knew - that pain very well. Not because of the war, but because of her sister, taken away from her arms. But all that stood back in Melbourne. She had been invited to Downton for a reason, and even though Aunt Prudence and the Dowager were friends in the past, murder still followed her.             Downton wasn't Melbourne. She couldn't afford to spy and break into rooms and abuse of the welcoming hands that had her in that enormous house. She took a particular liking to Mary Crawley, and they had discussed fashion and other topics on dinner and by the library, but every time she spoke something that would lead to Anna's suposed case of having murdered a former footman of a man that Phryne have only heard the name once or twice, lady Mary would say that those things were not to entertain a guest. All of them knew Phryne was a Lady Detective, and Phryne couldn't simply leave England with this case open and... well, Anna was certainly losing.             She thought about breaking into Anna's house and see for herself, but it would be harder that it actually seemed, and frankly, Phryne knew the housekeeper and the butler had a certain close relationship with their staff. She only spoke with Mr. Carson once or twice, and hardly with the housekeeper - she barely knew her name! - , the last one seemed a reasonable choice for a certain kind of interrogatory.            So she made her way to the Servants' hall, and after a few good minutes of searching, someone eventually told the detective where Mrs. Hughes could be found, and her name. There were some prying eyes onto her - perhaps the servants in England wouldn't have the pleasure to have someone from upstairs frequently coming to them.            The door to Mrs. Hughes pantry was semi-open, but Phryne knocked a few times before broadening the enterance a bit more. How rude it would be.

        "May I waste a bit of your time, Mrs. Hughes? There's something I'd like to ask."

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got 2 followers not playin' around son

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               you never know how ѕ т r o n g you are    until being strong is the only c н o ι c e you have

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                "Well, I                  c e r t a i n l y                  did not imagine the                  abbey to be this                                      big..."