Not My Division

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It is a truth universally acknowledged that a woman in possession of grand intelligence must expose herself to the reality of human nature.

Well, Ivy took this upon herself in a different manner.

Searing hot pain shot through her. Quite literally, actually. Ivy hissed in agony as she dug the bullet out of her shoulder with one of her throwing knifes.

It's not a clear subject as to what she does exactly. It's not even clear to her what she does, even if she did know she wouldn't be allowed the privilege of conversing the matter with anyone. Let's just say that she was something between a private investigator and an hired assassin.

She continued to tend to the wound and wrap layers of gauze and bandages around her shoulder. As she finished, she pulled her phone out of her pocket and contacted a seemingly nice lady by the name of Mrs. Hudson. Ivy had intended to contact her for a while about the "Third Flatmate Wanted" ad but (surprisingly) she just never got around to it. Of course, Ivy wasn't at all skeptical about the other two men she would be living with, as she has seen a photograph of the two of them and didn't categorize them as a threat.

  Mrs. Hudson replied within seconds, regarding price and other information about the flat. Not one for wasting time, Ivy offered to move in tomarrow afternoon. Mrs. Hudson,of course, complied.

  Ivy glanced over at her already packed boxes and let out an audible sigh. She pulled a black elastic band out of her hair, allowing her pin-straight, dirty blonde hair to fall atop her shoulders. She made her way over to the bed and collapsed into the white cushioned mess of pillows and sheets.

Ok really bad chapter... Keep reading though! I swear it gets better!!
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