( april 12 | closed ) somebody's watching me

[industria]

"I don't think that the Benedict Cumberbatch wax figure looked like him. Not that I feel passionately about him one way or the other or anything."

Allison's glad that Nancy has suggested these tourist outings for the two of them. As a newcomer and a local, it looks like there's a lot of territory that needs exploring. Madame Tussauds being one of them. The weather seems to be clearing up for the better, feeling spring enough for Allison to leave her winter coat behind in favor of one of her leather jackets. The sun's still out by the time the museum comes to a close, guards nudging visitors out so that they can finally lock up for the night.

"I think the worst was probably the Justin Bieber one," Allison laughs with a toss of her head. "I don't need to see him shirtless like that."

Sliding a hand into the pocket of her buttoned denim skirt, she feels her heart stop for a split second. Her phone. What happened to her phone? Wordlessly, she whips around to face the green dome of the wax figure museum, hand now in her other pocket.

She can see the phone now, sitting somewhere in a restroom, atop a paper towel dispense. Stupid!

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[stauncherhearted]

Nancy laughs, tossing her red hair over her shoulder. "Benedict Cumberbatch looks like some weird alien cat, so I don't think they exactly went wrong there." She never got the obsession that it seemed half of the world had. He was a talented actor, but he looked so freaking weird.

she makes a face. "Oh god- I could have lived a million years without seeing that. He's so awful." She cringes. His music wasn't exactly her taste, but his actual existence was also not exactly her taste. "But did you see how accurate the-" Nancy stops short, looking over at Allison.

"What's wrong?" Something's wrong.