I got 13, if that's okay?beensherlockedApril 3 2013, 19:33:56 UTC
[Irene had been keeping herself perfectly hidden since Sherlock had saved her from execution. She'd managed to start a new life, but had found herself struggling to cope. Irene had found herself falling back on what she did best to survive.
It had led her to falling in with the wrong type of people, having not been able to make herself as prominent as she had once been. Now, she found herself standing across the street from 221b, arms wrapped around herself in the cold. A shadow of her former self.]
Brilliant! Between Harry and Sherlock, John has got plenty of experience...crimebloggerApril 3 2013, 19:42:03 UTC
John took a moment to indulge in a long stretch of his arms and back as he watched his laptop shut down for the day; the Skype session with Sherlock had been brief, but certainly drove home how much John missed the arrogant sod. The flat simply wasn't the same without him, and daily life was... just that. Dull and repetitive. The experiment at St. Andrew's was nearly finished, though, and Sherlock would come home soon.
Standing up, John headed into the kitchen, puttering about for a little while and preparing his final cup of tea for the day. Maybe some reading before bed...? Yes, that would suit him nicely.
[She stared at the doorway, unsure of what to do if someone answered. Why was she even there? Why had she come to this place of all places for help? That's right.... the only person who knew she was still alive lived behind that door. Irene shook her head, closing her eyes as her vision swam for a moment.
Drawing her small coat further around herself and keeping her head low, Irene walked over to the door. She stared at it for a while before reaching out a shaking hand and quietly knocking.]
John's head snapped up at the quiet sound, ears straining. Had that been a knock--? Awfully late for a client to come by, but then, Sherlock's abilities and genius had been covered in papers and tabloids for weeks now, and their clientele had certainly expanded significantly since then... including the hours of the day when a potential case presented itself. Sighing, John looked longingly at his armchair. Later, then. Sherlock would not like for John to let a good case slip between his fingers over something as silly as the hour of day...
He did find his handgun before heading down, however. With the fame came the increase in danger, as well. Better safe than sorry.
To say John Watson looked shocked once he had opened the door would be an understatement. He stared at the mystery knocker like they were a ghost... which, as far as John had known, was the truth. "Jesus," he said, drawing out the word. "You... You're supposed to be dead."
Irene breathed in sharply when John opened the door, swallowing at his reaction. "Y-yes, I... I w-was." She replied quietly. Her fingers scrunched at her sleeve as she shifted on her feet.
Her appearance was drastically different to what he had last seen. Her hair had been died and cut into a bob and she was noticeably thinner.
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It had led her to falling in with the wrong type of people, having not been able to make herself as prominent as she had once been. Now, she found herself standing across the street from 221b, arms wrapped around herself in the cold. A shadow of her former self.]
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Standing up, John headed into the kitchen, puttering about for a little while and preparing his final cup of tea for the day. Maybe some reading before bed...? Yes, that would suit him nicely.
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Drawing her small coat further around herself and keeping her head low, Irene walked over to the door. She stared at it for a while before reaching out a shaking hand and quietly knocking.]
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He did find his handgun before heading down, however. With the fame came the increase in danger, as well. Better safe than sorry.
To say John Watson looked shocked once he had opened the door would be an understatement. He stared at the mystery knocker like they were a ghost... which, as far as John had known, was the truth. "Jesus," he said, drawing out the word. "You... You're supposed to be dead."
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Her appearance was drastically different to what he had last seen. Her hair had been died and cut into a bob and she was noticeably thinner.
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