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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Aug 5, 2016 1:02:08 GMT -5
{{ dude YES so little people are in the House fandom rip it's so good }}
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Aug 5, 2016 1:07:09 GMT -5
(nice character! She sounds great! I went ahead and added her.)
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Aug 5, 2016 1:08:19 GMT -5
{{ i'm excited to start this, even thought it's 2 am oops and right? the characters are so amazing and well thought out. just because it's over doesn't mean it doesn't deserve further recognition }}
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Aug 5, 2016 1:10:45 GMT -5
(Alrighty)
John continued to head towards 221b. Sherlock's case from earlier still lingered in his head, and he really needed to know what else Sherlock found. He'd call Mary later and let her know what happened. She'd understand...surely. Not that it mattered anyway. She was usually off hanging out with one of her friends at this time. Or, at least, she said so when she left work earlier. And John didn't feel like heading to his home alone. So, to Baker Street it was.
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Aug 5, 2016 1:13:47 GMT -5
{{ sounds good to me. it's probably going to be john inviting her on the case?? mainly because sherlock is like "i don't need help i can do this by myself, John." i was just a tad confused about what the case entailed and if it was a major part of the plot, or just a small starter }}
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Aug 5, 2016 1:19:21 GMT -5
(eh...the case will be kind of both. just depends on how far we take the roleplay. and that plan sounds good. I can already see Sherlock pouting, haha)
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Aug 5, 2016 1:25:37 GMT -5
John felt his heart pick up pace when he heard his name come from nearby. It sounds just like Mike...right before he introduced me to Sherlock. Who's calling me now? He glanced over, eyes trained to look quickly, and spied the woman coming towards him. He smiled as he remembered her appearance from before. It had been a while, but he knew her. She had previously worked at the hospital, and they had chatted a few times in the past. She was on a different team, but John could recognize her easily. "Ah, Miss....House, was it?" He asked, stopping and walking over to where she resided, "It's been a while."
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Aug 5, 2016 1:35:25 GMT -5
He groaned, shoving one of the musty pillows from the old couch(how long had it been there? he didn't store that data. unnecessary.)he had been residing on directly over his face. Why why why was his brain coming up short? Everything was in front of him, he just couldn't see . Picking himself up off the couch he had sat himself on just moments before, he strided across the living room over towards the files tacked above the fireplace. "Billy" sat there, collecting dust(as usual), his grin mocking Sherlock for not piecing together the case already.
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Aug 5, 2016 1:47:22 GMT -5
"Oh?" She read his blog? He hadn't really updated that thing much in the past...well, it'd been a few months. He remembered back when he and Sherlock were still flatmates, going on and solving cases whenever, running the entirety of London underneath them. He did miss it, that was true. But, he had a domestic life now, and he felt he needed it as well. To be with Mary and live a normal life. Or, at least, decently normal, besides some things. "Well, that's great. Everything around here has been, well, a bit decent, I suppose. I mean, no big cases or anything for me and, uh, Sherlock. Sherlock's the one who deals with that stuff now, however. I don't go on many cases, anymore." Well, that was true. He didn't get to see what Sherlock did on his cases, not a lot of the time. Like he said, domestic life. "Anyway, what happened? I heard you stopped working at the hospital and moved to...Canada, was it? Did you get a promotion there?"
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Aug 5, 2016 2:46:42 GMT -5
(That's alright! Though I'm afraid I'll have to wait to respond in the morning. I'm a bit tired, lol.)
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Aug 5, 2016 11:27:59 GMT -5
{{ oops, I fell asleep. rip me ;; }}
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Aug 5, 2016 11:31:18 GMT -5
(haha, that's fine! I did too. I'll respond in just a few minutes. Helping out with something around house at the moment)
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Aug 5, 2016 11:33:03 GMT -5
{{ take your time! it takes me a while to get into Sherlock's mindset c: }}
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Aug 5, 2016 14:00:40 GMT -5
John noticed her hesitance in talking about her past, and to be honest, he didn't blame her. He didn't like to discuss his past, either. Especially with the Fall.... Yeah, not something he liked to talk about. But, he did meet Mary, so he was also happy about something that, well, came from what happened. If only he hadn't gone through the depression and utter nonsense before meeting her, he'd be completely alright. "Well, that's great! I mean, of course, that you'll be living here now. It's great to see you again." He smiled, "Maybe we can catch up sometime, get a cuppa?" He then got an idea, "Actually, I'm on my way to Baker Street now. I'm...helping on a case, with Sherlock. If you'd like to come, I'm sure he'd let you help us. Possibly." He chuckled at the thought. Sherlock would never let anyone else help. That stubborn idiot. "You know, since you are also private eye."
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Aug 5, 2016 15:15:03 GMT -5
{{ i wasn't too sure how to input Sherlock into the roleplay until he was being interacted with, rip me ;; }}
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Aug 5, 2016 15:49:38 GMT -5
(i think i'll be mycroft... o3o)
Mycroft Holmes walked past the columned stacked homes along Baker Street. He sniffed, the dank atmosphere and rainy weather instantly dulling his mood. Not that he had a good one to begin with. He gained more information for Sherlock on their most recent case, and, since he saw John heading over there and became a bit "distracted", he decided to take it upon himself to visit and let his dear little brother know of his findings. He reached 221b and knocked on the door. Well, let's try not to get on Mrs. Hudson's nerves today. After being let inside (Mrs. Hudson wasn't home, so he allowed himself in, of course), he headed up the stairs to Sherlock's flat. No need to make an entrance. No matter, his brother probably already knew of his presence when he opened the door.
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Aug 5, 2016 19:05:11 GMT -5
{{ yeet, sassy Holmes brothers!! aww!! i hope you feel better soon!! c: being sick is awful ;-; }}
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Aug 5, 2016 19:19:34 GMT -5
He heard his brother walking up the stairs before his egg-shaped head appeared at the door. Everyone's walking pattern up the stairs was different; Mycroft's was easily discernible. John sometimes leaned a bit more on his left leg, still believing to have a psychosomatic limp on the right one. Mrs. Hudson shuffled up the stairs, taking one at a time. And Mycroft.. Well, he'd gained a bit more weight, hadn't he? The floorboards creaked every now and then, announcing his arrival. "What do you want, Mycroft?" He questioned, his voice dull as he didn't take his eyes off of the files in front of him. His brother being there meant only two things: One, he wanted a favor. Two, he had some news pertaining to Sherlock's case. He could never quite keep his nose out of anyone's business, especially his little brother's. Sherlock sometimes believed it was Mummy's doing. But then again, Mycroft was always so nosy.
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Aug 7, 2016 0:43:53 GMT -5
(Hey! Sorry, was at work all day. I'll post a reply in just a minute!)
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Aug 7, 2016 0:49:37 GMT -5
He heard his brother walking up the stairs before his egg-shaped head appeared at the door. Everyone's walking pattern up the stairs was different; Mycroft's was easily discernible. John sometimes leaned a bit more on his left leg, still believing to have a psychosomatic limp on the right one. Mrs. Hudson shuffled up the stairs, taking one at a time. And Mycroft.. Well, he'd gained a bit more weight, hadn't he? The floorboards creaked every now and then, announcing his arrival. "What do you want, Mycroft?" He questioned, his voice dull as he didn't take his eyes off of the files in front of him. His brother being there meant only two things: One, he wanted a favor. Two, he had some news pertaining to Sherlock's case. He could never quite keep his nose out of anyone's business, especially his little brother's. Sherlock sometimes believed it was Mummy's doing. But then again, Mycroft was always so nosy. Mycroft finally finished completing his steps into the other brother's little "cave", being as loud and obnoxious as he possibly could. He smiled his usual one, the fake, ever present smile that pulled at the sides of his mouth, closed and reserved. There were dark circles under his eyes, apparent from his lack of sleep the last few days. He had tried to fix it, but alas, it would never go away. He really needed to fire those that had made the "invisible age" cream, or whatever it was called. It really didn't help. "Ah, brother dearest, how ever are you?" He asked, leaning on his umbrella. His dark gray suit was clean and had no wrinkles, with the exception of some crumbs on his chest from diner. Though, he left them their on purpose. He found it quite liberating to check his brother's deductive skills every now and then. It was to keep him in check, surely. Or, maybe he just wanted to let his brother "show off". Whichever.
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Aug 7, 2016 2:42:02 GMT -5
Sherlock's gaze flitted over to where Mycroft stood, taking in as much detail of his brother as he possibly could in a time-span of ten seconds. He returned his eyes to the files tacked to the wall in front of him. "You really shouldn't be eating there, those biscuits you love are filled with such fat. Pretty soon you'll gain all that extra weight you 'lost'." He commented, pressing his index fingers to his lips, trying to focus his attention to the task on hand. As much as he hated to admit it, Mycroft got under his skin more times than he would like. "You didn't answer my question." He reminded the other Holmes brother, a slip of annoyance in his tone. "What do you want? Can't you see how busy I am with a case?"
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