Sherlock Holmes
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Mar 17, 2012 20:43:00 GMT
*Sherlock weakly raises his hand and silently curses his weak handshake*
Pleasure, I'm sure.
*flashes his "I'm being polite because I want something" smile, clearly insincere*
Manuel has been treating you well of late.
*she looks puzzled*
Come on, it's obvious. Recent weight gain, lack of fresh bruising but scars from where he's hit you. He has a peculiarly bent ring finger which leaves very distinctive bruising. At least you've been on his good side of late. The weight gain makes it obvious that he hasn't just relented for the sake of your performances. Also I reccomend cutting the cocaine. Injecting between the toes is among the more clandestine of injection sites, but a trained observer can still see the signs.
Not to mention those with personal experience...
*his nose flares slightly--he's trying to give helpful advice without giving his own past demons away. His sixteenth year, wandering fresh-from-the-Cold-War Europe, alone and drugged every evening still haunts him, and he is all-too-aware that even one tiny dose would erase decades of self-control*
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Harriet Watson
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Post by Harriet Watson on Mar 17, 2012 21:02:59 GMT
*Kristina looks taken aback, and Harry stands in front of her*
Shut up Sherlock. You don't talk to her like this. You shut up.
*Her eyes are prickling with tears, and she swallows down a sob*
Kristina, ignore him. He's... he's a friend. Sort of. C'est pas simple. Tu connais.
*Kristina nods. Her English is fabulous, a lot better than Harry's German, but she can't quite make out Sherlock's accent, although she understood the majority*
Nous devons partir. We'll see you at the end of the show, okay?
*Harry kisses her friend on the mouth again and walks towards Sherlock, pushing him back towards their box*
Oh and Kristina - don't mess up my choreography, okay?
*The German smiles and runs back to her dressing room before Harry rounds on Sherlock*
What the f**k was that, Sherlock?
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Sherlock Holmes
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Mar 17, 2012 21:51:29 GMT
"Ce n'est pas," not "C'est pas," unless I'm terribly mistaken.
*he is inexplicably rattled by the last few minutes. It could be the brain damage, or it could be that the memories of his blackest year had come rushing to the surface. Most likely a combination of the two. Something about Kristina reminded him of a dark night in Budapest when an Albanian crime boss had beat him half to death before dumping him on the docks. He rolls off to their box in silence, hands shaking slightly, hoping he can pass it off as fatigue*
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Harriet Watson
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Post by Harriet Watson on Mar 17, 2012 22:32:17 GMT
It's casual. I speak fast in English, I speak even faster in French.
Now sit down, and shut up.
*She sits in her seat, quietly furious. The second half is starting, but Harry's barely paying attention, looking around the crowd.Suddenly her heart stops.
Just out of Sherlock's eyeline, Marius is sat in the box opposite. Staring at her. Harry turns to Sherlock, her eyes wide with panic*
Sherlock, do you trust me?
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Sherlock Holmes
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Mar 17, 2012 22:48:17 GMT
No.
*he has been too absorbed in his own thoughts to think of a socially acceptable answer, but now he blinks and backtracks*
But this is your area of expertise. You're in charge at present.
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Harriet Watson
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Post by Harriet Watson on Mar 17, 2012 22:58:14 GMT
*She takes his hands for a moment, her eyes boring into him*
Well now's a good time to start.
*She begins rummaging in her clutch bag and produces a silver pistol, the contents of the brown paper envelope she took to the warehouse that morning*
You wait here, okay. You don't follow me. We meet at the hotel.
*She hands Quinn fifty euros, knowing that Sherlock will obviously follow her*
Sherlock, look at me. Am I left or right handed?
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Sherlock Holmes
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Mar 17, 2012 23:53:52 GMT
You do realise that you're asking for one of the simplest observations a person could make?
*tilts his head, cross at being asked for something so stupidly obvious*
Right handed, though you do have left-handed tendencies, probably because John, who is left-handed taught you certain things. Though oddly, he fights and shoots right-handedly and I expect you to do the same. Now what has that got to do with anything?
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Harriet Watson
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Post by Harriet Watson on Mar 17, 2012 23:59:43 GMT
And a person right handed, who is slightly long-sighted, will always fire slightly to the...?
*She looks at him, her eyes wide with panic*
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Mar 18, 2012 0:19:49 GMT
There is no always. Typical way I determine dominant hand is by observing the position of the shooter relative to the gunshot wound and blood splatter.
*sarcastically, a slight warning*
Planning on shooting someone? I'd advise against it. Messy. Easily traced. Not to mention tremendously unsubtle.
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Harriet Watson
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Post by Harriet Watson on Mar 18, 2012 0:36:56 GMT
Oh f**k you Sherlock. I shoot to the left. Now don't you dare follow me.
*Half grinning, she impulsively grabs him, plants a kiss on his mouth and scarpers out the box. Predictably, Marius notices from across the theatre and disappears from view*
Où es-tu? Where are you?
*Harriet walks out of the box and kicks off her shoes, glancing around the corridor, her eyes dancing over every detail, waiting for a shadow. The performance is continuing uninterrupted, and she's wondering how long it will take Sherlock to lose patience and follow her out.*
Marius... qu'est-ce que tu veut? What do you want?
*She's rewarded with his voice - in English, but laced with a heavy French accent*
"You're not coming back, are you Emmanuelle? Not to us. And you know ze rules."
*She gives an angry hiss. Speaking in English is like an insult - to show she's different, wrong somehow, and that they won't dignify her with French.*
C'est pas important, Marius. Ca ne te regarde pas. It's not important Marius. It's none of your business
"Alors - but zis is my business. Zis will be my business."
*Marius walks out from behind the corner, his gun trained on Harriet. She raises her own weapon.*
What are you going to do, Marius? Are you going to kill me?
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Sherlock Holmes
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Mar 18, 2012 2:41:14 GMT
*Sherlock is momentarily taken aback by her kiss, confused at her intent. Not to mention the notion that the first person to ever kiss him on the mouth was his flatmate's gay sister. It is not an honour he wanted to give her, and he's rather upset by it. His first kiss was not hers to steal, and he does feel mildly violated as he had no way to protest, at least not physically, and he intends to severely reprimand her when she returns*
*his nostrils flare and he very seriously considers letting Marius have his way, before sighing at what John would say*
*it doesn't matter as during the time where Quinn has gone to the lavatory, one of Marius's men takes Sherlock's chair and manually wheel him backstage where he is brought out of the shadows melodramatically*
"No, Emmanuelle. We will shoot your friend."
*Marius grins wickedly. Sherlock just rolls his eyes as the cold gun barrel is placed above his left ear*
Ugh, predictable.
*Marius's underling hits Sherlock across the face, giving him a cut lip and bursting his stitches.*
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Harriet Watson
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Post by Harriet Watson on Mar 18, 2012 2:48:53 GMT
*Harry looks down for a moment.*
No, no you won't.
*She swings her arm round so her gun is pointing at Sherlock*
I will. Now get your f**king trolls away from him, or I shoot them too.
*Marius hestiates. He's seen Harry do far worse things, and now he's panicked.*
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Sherlock Holmes
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Mar 18, 2012 15:46:43 GMT
*a minor hint of panic comes over Sherlock--logically, he understands that it's probably a well-planned (okay, semi-well-planned) gambit, but he realizes she's a loose cannon and anything could happen*
*looks at her as if to say "What the hell are you doing?!" as blood trickles down between his eyes*
*suddenly he stands up as if to escape, tries to run as a diversion, but only manages three steps before keeling over--he is not yet ready to walk and he hits the ground with a thud. Marius's men pick him up and hit him in the stomach quite hard before placing him in a normal chair, gasping at the pain in his ribs which have rebroken. Harry's gun has followed him the whole way*
"What are you waiting for? Shoot 'im."
*Sherlock honestly doesn't know what she's going to do next*
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Post by Harriet Watson on Mar 18, 2012 16:05:17 GMT
*Harry hesitates for a fraction of a second, then a lot of things happen at once*
*First, she fires the gun aimed at Sherlock's head. Predictably, it veers to the left and hits the hand of one of the men restraining him. A heartbeat later, she shoots at a light fitting above Sherlock's head, and it swings down, hitting the second man in the head and covering herself in dust and debris as bits of ceiling fall down*
*Finally, she turns her gun on Marius and shoots him in both kneecaps. He falls to the ground, screaming in agony. A stagehand runs into the corridor, straight into the action. He halts, wide-eyed. Harry trains her gun on his head.*
TU. Venez avec moi. Maintenant. You. Come with me. Now.
*The stagehand doesn't question her. He's new. He's never had a gun pointed at his head before.*
Prenez lui, et courez. Take him, and run!
*She's covered in debris and blood. As the stagehand rushes to help Sherlock stand, she walks menacingly to Marius, before spitting at him and shooting him in the foot*
A bientot, darling.
*She turns and runs towards Sherlock.*
Come on. We have to get out of here.
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Mar 18, 2012 16:29:35 GMT
Obviously!
*the urgency in his voice is largely due to the pain in his ribs and head, ears ringing from the combination of the gunshots and pain*
*Quinn rushes up*
"I heard gunshots. I figured it was you so I followed them. Are you alright?"
Ye--
*Sherlock gasps as the stagehand passes him over to Quinn, unaware that his ribs have rebroken*
No. Don't forget the chair.
*looks at Harry*
How on Earth did you survive to reach your current age?
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