013. [dream video]
[It's London, at night, but the damp, cold streets are still alive with flickering lights. The detective is running, as fast as his legs will take him, but still far too slow for his liking. Through twists and turns and dark alleyways he rushes through, chasing after a faceless figure. A criminal. A murderer. Details were hazy, Sherlock couldn't quite recall the nature of his crime, but he knew this was the culprit. He would bet his life on it.
He had to catch him.]
Stop!
[But his words just echo off buildings and pavement, and the chase continues. The city of London has become something of a maze now, hardly recognizable. Which is odd, because Sherlock knows every part of this city; he could navigate it with his eyes closed, but tonight he can't make heads or tails of it.
Everything has become a path lined with buildings. A garden maze made of concrete structures and lamp posts. He presses on.]
((ooc; Join the chase? Help the detective or the criminal. BE the criminal? Or just watch from a rooftop or building? Or awake from your guide, for that matter. Just specify in your tag!))
He had to catch him.]
Stop!
[But his words just echo off buildings and pavement, and the chase continues. The city of London has become something of a maze now, hardly recognizable. Which is odd, because Sherlock knows every part of this city; he could navigate it with his eyes closed, but tonight he can't make heads or tails of it.
Everything has become a path lined with buildings. A garden maze made of concrete structures and lamp posts. He presses on.]
((ooc; Join the chase? Help the detective or the criminal. BE the criminal? Or just watch from a rooftop or building? Or awake from your guide, for that matter. Just specify in your tag!))