KBelle’s Comments (group member since Oct 27, 2013)

KBelle’s comments from the Sherlock Holmes Advanced RP group.

She produced a small photo from her cluttered wallet, unfolding it gently and smoothing it out.

John nodded slowly, his hand gripping his cane tightly as he stood as tall and firm as he could, trying to provey an image of strength

John backed up against the wall, stuttering incoherently, yet trying to maintain some level of composure as he pulled his phone from his pocket, dialing Holmes's number.

"Not that it is Mycroft's business what his brother is doing...he is a sucessful adult..but I am inclined to say no" he nodded, rubbing his neck and turning towards the door, distracted by the sound.

"Sure. Please" he held the door for her and led her upstairs to the flat, motioning. "Pardon the mess, but please do have a seat" he offered

"No. Jus' left, actually" John nodded, turning and wiping the rain off his face, walking towards the door. "Why?"

((sure))

John rolled his eyes, his head back slightly as he gave up on the man. "Like what?" he asked finally, cars honking as thy drove past, as their cab was blocking the street.

"Oh hush!" he stamped his foot. "You're going after some girl, not going to war!" he insisted angrily, his brow furrowing.

"I'm responsible for you, Sherlock" he whispered acidicly. "Besides...you have no idea in the slightest where you're going."

He groaned, turning to the woman at the table and kissing her cheek as he reached for his own coat. "I will be back soon, I hope. Do look after the flat." With this he followed the tall man down the stairs, Aaron close behind him.

"Sherlock- she's a ghost. I've done some digging on her. She's untraceable. There's no evidence to believe who you knew was even the real her..." he limped over to his friend as Aaron stepped aside, his hand on his shoulder.

"Sherlock--" he followed him around and John came up the steps, frowning. Yet it took him but a moment, standing wet and dumbfounded, cane in hand, to realize what was happening and groan. "Sherlock please..."

It would work but Sherlock is about to set off to track down Adele.

She nodded. "Well. Be expecting me tomorrow" she smirked softly, licking her pastel pink lips. She watched the woman's careful hands work, sighing softly.

"Twenty three" she nodded, twirling a long golden strand in her fingers, her brown polished boots scuffing the floor, biting her lip nervously. "So he's here every Friday?"

Ahhhproved

"Wh-" he stood in shock a moment, his hand on the back of his neck as he tugged at his tie, his brow furrowing. "Wh-Holmes!" He then turned to him as he ran a hand over his face. "Where are you going?"

"Keep...keep it the same please." she whispered, interlacing her fingers. She had a charming and nervous innocence about her, flipping her hair in her fingers, her perfume light and full of flowers and citrus. "These are..the highest quality available, correct?" she whispered

"Figured" she noted quietly, her mind sparking upon a thought. "Any other information? Adress? Phone?" she asked, following her to her desk. It occured to her that having an affair with someone whom she happened to know was a very sucessful business man would make her cover that much better.