Sherlock Holmes
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Mar 14, 2012 18:29:27 GMT
Ah. Yes. Cabaret.
*he regards the tuxedo with a slight frown. It certainly would not have been his choice in colour, but there's no sense arguing now*
How long until we have to leave? I have a feeling I'll need some time to get ready.
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Post by Harriet Watson on Mar 14, 2012 18:38:56 GMT
*Harry frowns at her reflection*
Same. There's a car coming to pick us up at four. There'll be drinks at the theatre - oh wait until you see the theatre - and then the perfomance. I wonder who's playing Sally?
*She mumbles to herself as she thumbs the material.*
It's a joke. For me - it's a joke.
*Seeing Sherlock's blank expression, she sits on the bed again, cross-legged*
I was Sally - Sally Bowles. For two years. And I was Velma in Chicago, and Cosette in Les Mis and - well, you get the picture. I met Manuel when I was twenty-one, on my year out from University. I studied History with his niece. And one day... *she takes a deep breath*, I found his niece - Melanie, her name was - in the corridor of our university, beaten to a pulp, with forty grands' worth of cocaine in a sports bag.
She had to deliver it to the other side of Paris, but she'd refused - it was too much for her, and she didn't want to bring it to University. So they reminded her who was in charge.
*Harry has tears in her eyes, but the words won't stop coming out of her mouth*
So I helped her. We delivered it, got the money and took her back to her Uncle. And then I started working for him - I didn't have any money, and he kept me, and Melanie, safe.
Well, life as a criminal courier isn't all that exciting, so I used to put on plays, for Mel's cousins and her younger sisters. Manuel thought it was funny, so he bought a theatre and put me in charge. And hey - it turns out criminals like musicals.
*She wipes a tear away. She doesn't like to talk about Melanie.*
So - it's a joke, get it? Because I was Sally?
*Her voice is choked*
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Mar 14, 2012 18:52:48 GMT
I don't see how it's funny.
*he looks around as best he can, slightly awkward and confused*
Are you expecting whoever's filled the role to be another...stray, for lack of a better term? Or are you simply having a wave of nostalgia?
*getting no answer, he decides to examine his tuxedo. The velvet is soft but not the most expensive. Quinn understands that he's going to try to dress himself as best he can when the time comes*
*Sherlock lets out an involuntary grunt of pain as he shuts his eyes hard. Quinn comes over and puts his hands on Sherlock's shoulders*
"Mr. Holmes, are you alright? Can you hear me?"
Not deaf. Just a headache. Fading now.
*he opens his eyes, and they take a little longer than normal to focus. Quinn does a quick check to make sure there's no damage*
"Well, it doesn't seem to be anything permanent."
*Sherlock swallows, trying to fight off the nausea associated with the headache*
Felt like a migraine. But all at once. Fine now.
*his breathing is heavy, but he's recovering quickly*
"Hmm, if it happens again, let me know right away. It's probably nothing serious, but it never hurts to keep an eye out."
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Post by Harriet Watson on Mar 14, 2012 18:57:14 GMT
*Harry is barely paying attention, her entire mind trying to shake the image of Melanie that haunts her dreams*
No, it's not funny, is it? It's just... *the sentence is left hanging, and Harry suddenly brightens up*
Anyway, I better go and sort my hair out. And find my make-up - it was here earlier. What lipstick shall I wear?
*She gets up and begins to busy herself around the room, but the tears in her eyes are still there. And the guilt - the overwhelming guilt that greets her every time she wakes, is still there, drowning her again and again.*
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Mar 14, 2012 19:18:35 GMT
*Sherlock manages his own shirts after several excruciatingly long minutes, during which he fights the fatigue in his arms. He does have to have Quinn lean him away from the pillows so he can get it over his back, but after fifteen minutes, that half of him is dressed*
Shouldn't take so long.
"I know, Mr. Holmes, and it won't be too much longer before you're back to where you were."
*he manages to pull his trousers to his mid-thigh before being unable to stand to pull them over his bum. He just looks at Quinn, refusing to actually ask, but knowing he needs help.*
"Here, put your arms around my neck. On the count of three, hold on while I lift and hoist your trousers on."
*Sherlock raises his arms the best he can to comply, and as Quinn reaches the end of his count, they lift, with Sherlock giving a loud cry of pain before falling back into bed, shaking, pale, and panting*
Back. Shoulder.
*Quinn winces on Sherlock's behalf*
"My God, I'm sorry. I forgot about that for a minute. But look at the bright side. You're dressed."
*he's not mocking what happened, just trying to cheer Sherlock up a little after having agitated his hairline-fractured spine and recently relocated shoulder*
*Sherlock continues to breathe heavily, sweating slightly, eyes tightly shut, and extremely pale, his shoulder and back feeling like someone's just driven an ice pick into them*
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Post by Harriet Watson on Mar 14, 2012 19:25:57 GMT
*Harry is staring out the window, listening to no-one and nothing in particular. Her ankle aches faintly, and she wonders if she's taken too many painkillers.*
I... I'm going to get changed.
*She grabs her dress and goes to the bathroom, and has barely locked the door when panic overwhelms her. Painkillers aren't the problem - she's having a panic attack. PTSD. That's what John called it. Not that he knew why, not really. And she can hear Melanie's voice in her ears, and the voices of all the people she walked out on. And all the pain she's blocked for years comes flooding back.*
*Harry curls up on the floor, the cool tiling relaxing her. She stays there for a few moments, collecting herself, before getting up and beginning to dress herself.*
*When she appears from the bathroom, twenty minutes later, she looks nothing short of transformed. Her skin is fresh and porclean, her eyes bright and her hair falling in soft, Hollywood curls across her shoulders. The green of her dress looks dramatic against her ivory pallor, and she's found some diamond earrings Clara gave her one Christmas at the bottom of her case*
Well?
*She turns to Sherlock expectantly*
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Mar 14, 2012 20:05:54 GMT
*Sherlock is in his chair, still with gritted teeth, but the pain has long since faded to a dull throb*
Are you asking me to comment on your appearance or my own readiness? I'm ready. Whether you're attractive or not is a matter of personal preference.
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Post by Harriet Watson on Mar 14, 2012 20:09:33 GMT
*Harry considers pressing the matter, before remembering that he's basically asexual*
Well my personal preference is I look perfect.
*She slicks on some lipstick - scarlet - before glancing out the window*
Right, so Manuel will probably have put us in a box. If he comes to see us, talk to him, okay? Let him know you're clever. Thank him for his help. Put him at ease. Okay?
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Mar 14, 2012 21:01:27 GMT
*mockingly*
I'll do my best. No guarantees that I'll conveniently not say what I'm thinking because it might be considered impolite.
*he rolls toward the door, and waits as Quinn opens it. He insists on leading the party to the lift, and shivers as they're going down it. Quinn checks his temperature.*
"Rising again, but nothing serious yet."
*Sherlock nods*
----------- ((as an asexual myself, I feel the desire to point out that just because we don't feel sexual attraction doesn't mean we can't find someone aesthetically attractive. Sherlock (and myself for that matter) just generally follows the "if the brain's good, what does the body matter" philosophy))
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Post by Harriet Watson on Mar 14, 2012 21:18:09 GMT
*Harry follows, slipping her feet into some green satin shoes as she walks out the door and grabbing a clutch bag*
*The car waiting outside the hotel is a Bentley, gleaming silver. Harry rolls her eyes*
He is such a show off.
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[I feel like I've learned something, thank you! If you ever want a detailed feminist critique of... anything, then I can return the favour!)
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Mar 14, 2012 21:40:38 GMT
"Let's just hope it has a bigger boot than yours."
*Quinn helps Sherlock into the backseat before bungling the wheelchair into the boot. By the time he finished, Sherlock had managed to buckle himself in and was staring out of the window*
What's this one about?
*as Molly Hooper and Irene Adler would know, Sherlock's vast knowledge does not extend to musicals of any sort*
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Post by Harriet Watson on Mar 14, 2012 21:52:25 GMT
Oh, Jews. Nazi Germany. Singing. Abortion. More jews, more singing.
*She hands him a ticket and at the bottom, in tiny writing are the words 'Original Choreography: Emmanuel James'*
It's good. I like it.
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Mar 14, 2012 22:04:11 GMT
Sounds delightful.
*Sherlock rolls his eyes*
What is it with the last few months and people insisting I see musicals, anyway?
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Post by Harriet Watson on Mar 14, 2012 22:06:44 GMT
Maybe someone thinks you need a little cultural enhancement.
*She glances out the window, watching Paris at night unfurl before her. Despite her misery and stress, she smiles *
Have you ever seen the Eiffel Tower at night?
*Without waiting for a reply, she leans forward and says something to the driver in French, who nods*
It'll only take ten minutes. It's worth it, I promise.
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Mar 14, 2012 22:15:11 GMT
No. This is my first time in Paris, remember? Marseilles, on the other hand, I could find my way around with very little input at all. *smiles slightly at the memory of running up and down the streets in summer, chasing Mycroft who'd taken his hat*
Give it back or I'll tell Grand-mère!
"You'll have to catch me first."
Heeey!
*he'd run down a maze of alleys, knowing his brother's favourite spots all-too-well before eventually running crash-bang into Mycroft and stealing the hat back*
I win! [/blockquote]
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