Sherlock Holmes
Consulting Detective
The world's only consulting detective
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Nov 2, 2011 16:37:50 GMT
*fidgets*
Mary left an I didn't want 'er to, so now no one else can 'ave her. I loved 'er. Now she'll be with me forever.
*eyes distant as if in the bliss of remembering*
Gotta biscuit? I need dessert while we wait. Since it's gonna be a few minutes before the cab gets here.
*awkward silence*
Call me Stan. Stan Hubbard. Whass your name?
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Irene Adler
Rival of Sherlock Holmes
The Woman
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Post by Irene Adler on Nov 2, 2011 16:44:56 GMT
I-Irene.
*eyes wide*
I'm sorry, I'll... get you... something to... eat.
*hurries out of room to kitchen*
*Schwolow lifts his head, looking more closely at 'Stan'*
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Sherlock Holmes
Consulting Detective
The world's only consulting detective
Posts: 1,230
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Nov 2, 2011 17:12:32 GMT
Hey, 'andsome. Whatchoo lookin' at?
*shifts in his seat to a fairly provocative position, secretly extremely uncomfortable, but a good enough actor not to show it*
*winks*
Hurry up, Dimmock. Don't let this continue.
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Irene Adler
Rival of Sherlock Holmes
The Woman
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Post by Irene Adler on Nov 2, 2011 17:34:07 GMT
This man looks a lot like Sherlock. I may have confused them.... This honestly cannot be Sherlock. If it is, I hope the police allow me to keep the security footage.
*Irene returns from the kitchen, tossing Sherlock a bag of crisps*
It's all I could find.
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Sherlock Holmes
Consulting Detective
The world's only consulting detective
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Nov 2, 2011 17:55:00 GMT
Thank you, lady.
*breaks open the crisps and begins eating*
Dimmock, I can't do this all day.
*sits up straight, hearing sirens, and a look of panic crosses his face as they pull into the drive, surrounding the house completely*
The rozzers! They've found me!
*he jumps from his chair, scattering crisps, and bounds into the back room, crashing into walls and knocking over vases in an attempt to look like a drunk murderer escaping from the police*
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Irene Adler
Rival of Sherlock Holmes
The Woman
Posts: 346
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Post by Irene Adler on Nov 2, 2011 18:09:21 GMT
*Schwolow panics and goes for Irene. She quickly pulls a sharp knife out of her boots*
Let me go or I swear to god I will kill you.
*he doesn't believe her and approaches, she professionally throws the knife at his leg and he topples over*
*grinning, she runs after Sherlock*
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Sherlock Holmes
Consulting Detective
The world's only consulting detective
Posts: 1,230
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Nov 2, 2011 18:30:33 GMT
*from outside*
*Sherlock is standing by the police cars, back to his normal mannerisms and posture, though still obviously in his disguise.*
Ah, Irene, glad you could make it.
*Schwolow is not coming out so the teams advance. Just as the door is broken down, there's a simultaneous bang from inside*
...ah. That would be the gun in the bedside table.
*turns to a startled Dimmock*
You'll want to check the house thoroughly, as the owner, one Matthew Hunt, was unresponsive or, at the very least, wasn't home, and may be dead.
Good day, Detective Inspector, Miss Adler.
*walks off with a hint of a swagger*
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Irene Adler
Rival of Sherlock Holmes
The Woman
Posts: 346
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Post by Irene Adler on Nov 2, 2011 18:38:23 GMT
*breathing heavily, calls after him*
Sherlock!
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Sherlock Holmes
Consulting Detective
The world's only consulting detective
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Nov 2, 2011 18:44:57 GMT
*sighs, stops to allow her to catch up*
Yes? I presume it's something important.
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Irene Adler
Rival of Sherlock Holmes
The Woman
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Post by Irene Adler on Nov 2, 2011 18:54:48 GMT
Thank you.
*smiles kindly and then goes her own way, leaving Sherlock to swagger along*
*calls back:*
I owe you one, Sherlock Holmes!
*grins to self*
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Sherlock Holmes
Consulting Detective
The world's only consulting detective
Posts: 1,230
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Nov 2, 2011 19:02:14 GMT
*unsure what to say, though feeling sure that he was probably meant to say something, he walks away*
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