Posts by Molly Burnett~Esperanza

(Mwahaha! Behold, Lois Lane! X3 Quite literally. I decided to change Molly's aplearance to Amy Adams, the woman who played Lois Lane in Superman o3o I couldnt find many pictures of thw actual MOlly Burnett with giner hair .___. )

(Only if you really want to. Im doing a tumblr raid for her as soon as I gef home)
*nearly falls from the tackle* Oh god...
*looks over at Cher* Oh, hey. I take it you've met this one too, eh?

Oh my gosh...Molly Burnett in a frilly princess outfit....She would love it X3
Yeah, prolly ^_^

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._____.
Yupp, awkward.

Hey, Russian neighbor, no target practice on my partner b:

_{Moist, we've only met up like twice...}

Oops! Sorry, Moist ^^;

...How'd you guess? XD

TPBM wishes they were Neil Patrick Harris

It really is heartwarming to see how highly you think of this town already, Cher.

And Penny, I have no powers...Well, I once had the power of the press, but that's gone. So really I'm just your average museum tour guide. ^^

...Congratulations on your accomplishment.

Mer, not really. I don't really like Minecraft, so...

TPBM has slow danced with their cat to Christmas music this afternoon.
(...._{Like I just did} X3)

Ah, sure...I guess it is nice to have a normal neighbor for once, too. ^^

What I mean is, you're not some obnoxious person like all of my past neighbors were. You're not some rowdy drunk who causes a lot of ruckus, or a elderly woman who rambles on and on about life ''back in the day'' and tries to hit my shin with a cane when I come home late.

And, you don't set up puppet stands inside of my home. *turns to look at Kadabra and Abra*

:I It is not 'hilarious', it's creepy .___.

Thankfully it was a Saturday, a day off from Molly's job at the museum. The young woman was at her home early in the afternoon, dressed fully in her costume. Her shades were drawn, as she didn't want someone watching her play around with her weapons.

Okay, she wasn't really playing around with her two silver daggers, but that's what it would've appeared like. The woman was standing in her living room, flicking her wrists up and catching the two blades that shot out of her arm warmers' sleeves. Molly had already cut her palm pretty good that morning practicing the trick, and now white gauze was wrapped around one glove-less hand. She had been practicing unsheathing, then sheathing her weapons for some time now, and was beginning to get rather bored.

On her last flick of her wrists, she missed catching the daggers and watched as they flew into the other room. Molly could hear them sliding along the kitchen floor.
This is so tedious...I really need to do more to prepare myself for this new career...Where has Moist been, anyway? I thought we were partners!
Quickly, the ginger-haired woman picked up her phone, that was sitting beside her notebook full of memories, from an end table. Dialing Moist's number, which she had gotten from the "Evil Directory" and had put into her Contacts, she began to walk across the room. Molly put the phone up to her ear as she walked into the kitchen, kneeling down to retrieve her daggers.

♔ Tapi-roo wrote:

_{Moist was home alone with Pummler out for the day for now
Moist was struggling to open a jar in the kitchen when the phone rang.
Nearly dropping it all over the ground, he struggled to keep a steady grip on his cell
"Hello?"}

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"Hey Moist." Molly spoke, propping the phone up with her shoulder so she could slip the knives back into place in her arm warmers. Realizing he probably didn't know her number, or probably wouldn't remember her voice, Molly clarified. "It's Molly Burnett," she added quickly. "Um...Where are you?"

"I see." she replied, not sounding like she cared too much. Molly didn't really know Horrible, and frankly didn't care about Moist and Horrible's 'bromance'. "Well, we are still partners, right? If we are, then...Don't partners usually stick around each other?"

"Look, Stan-...Si-...." The woman faltered, sighing with exasperation. "Moist, I hope you don't feel pressured to be partners. You don't have to do this if you don't want to, I won't stab you or anything." Molly smirked a little at the last part, flicking the wrist of the bandaged hand and catching the dagger successfully. "But yes, if you can, I would like to see you today."

Molly opened the door, in complete costume except for her dark green gloves, which were off at the moment because of her bandage on her left hand. "I don't see what's so bad about calling you by your real name," she mumbled, stepping away from the door as a gesture to come in. She made sure to keep her wrists down, but seemed the device in her arm warmer that launched the silver daggers only worked when she intentionally jerked her wrists up. Sort of like a telepathic thing....with a piece of clothing.

"Thanks, I think so too," she chimed proudly, closing the door. "Okay then, but if you ever want to change back to Simon, just let me know," Molly murmured with a shrug, crossing her arms so the bandaged hand wasn't in sight. "Back to the main reason we're here. I've finally gotten my persona together, and I think you'll like it." The costumed woman strolled across the room, retrieving her gloves from a table and slipping them on with her back turned to Moist. She subconsciously exposed her wrapped up hand, and a narrow line of dark red had stained the gauze.