Melanie King 🚫👁👻 (PARODY ACC)

*Melanie sits back down, taking a breath to calm herself*

I doubt he'll give us anything useful, but I needed another excuse to threaten his well being anyway. Do maybe I can tag along?

+ good intention! He probably just found it amusing that none of you noticed! The best thing that man can do for us is d1e!

*Melanies face turned bitter as she scoffed*

Oh please. Elias? Really? You still trust that old man? You really think he's on our side in all this?!

*she slams her fist into the table and rises from her chair*

I do not know what he's planning, but I sure as hell know he doesn't have a single+

+more than I saw him.

*Melanie had a faint smile. She wanted to have hope that this may be working. Maybe she could help her remember*

No, he really wasn't. Everytime i saw him he looked like he's just dropping by to drop off some final papers so he can go on holiday. He was also very loud. I think I heard him +

+ wearing a hawaiian shirts and jorts in an Institute

+and cheery expression. Or at least it did whenever I saw him.

*she pauses to think a bit more*

I can't recall the color of his eyes, but they were always focused, never threatening in any way. And he wore weird cloths. I mean, not weird weird, I just wouldn't expact to see someone +

+ But she knew Sasha well enough to care about her.
So she closed her eyes for a moment and tried her best to picture Tims face in her mind*

He was.. on the taller side of average. Natural brown hair, with blue.. or maybe purple bits? He had a handsome face that always had a kind +

Alright

*she shifted uncomfortably in her seat, trying to look calm and way less emotionally effected than she actually was. She didn't know Tim very well, only from passing glances around the archives. If it wasn't for what happened, she'd probably not even care about him. +

*Her face softens at hearing this*

He truely was important to you, wasn't he.

*she sighs, and nodded to herself*

What do you want to know? Looks? Personality? The things I saw him do?

+
*she folded her arms, but didn't make an effort to actuall walk away*

*Melanie sat slightly restless and uncomfortable. The air was filled with something unsettling, though she couldn't place her finger on what it exactly was.*

I really don't understand why you need me of all people. I already made it clear I will NOT be doing any work for this damn place.. +

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♥︎ for a short starter based either in direct canon or a slight canon divergent version of The Magnus Institute, London.

RT to plot a longer rp in DMs

STATEMENT OF

Sasha James

Archival Assistant at The Magnus Institute, London.

STATEMENT BEGINS

*she pinches the bridge of her nose in confused frustration and sighs*
God damn it. What's it ganna be this time?

Wha-
What is that?
*She looks around confused*

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"When did I start to lose the parts of me that weren't just anger?"

Melanie King rp account

-she/they (cc uses they/them)
-WARNING I may act snarky or rude, but i promise it's just because it's Melanies personality.
-I'm an adult
-ships are okay as long as you're an adult too

I miss my girlfriend