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

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

All the memories pressed themselves upon her, the long strains of violin music like a song, each stanza punctuated by the way he had held her, or the way he would cock his head to the side or some other perfection about him. She swallowed and found herself unable to tear her eyes from his face.

She immediately reached out to take it, yet as soon as her perfectly manicured fingers touched the ticket she froze. She knew those long and spindly fingers and those perfect cheekbones. She licked her lips, which suddenly felt very dry as his reflection danced in her eyes.

In her panicked state she didn't even notice it was him, though the familiar smell she couldn't quite place made her spine tingle. She was, however, too distracted that her train had just pulled in and her ticket was lost in the wind. She brushed her full and prim black skirt with all it's petticoats off as she bit her lip and muttered about her boarding ticket.

She gasped as he ticket blew away in the wind and her phone skidded across the platform. She pushed her curls away and sucked in a breath, moaning slightly in pain. "Umm... Excuse me" she said, a bit annoyed.

Adele stood on the platform, her houndstooth coat flapping about in the wind. She were sky high heels and a proper black skirt with a flowing and formal cream blouse. She held a train ticket in her manicured hand to holland. She had a worried expression on her face as she glanced at her watch.

"That's what you always do," she spat.
((Aww why ))

"Rose you need to respect me" she said gruffly as she sat up.

((Lol sure))

"Yeah. Perhaps ya do huh?" She sighed, glancing at her.

((Lol where))

"What?" She asked in a bored manner.

((Would you like Adele and Sherlock to meet up))

"I'm used to it" she shrugged wih a haphazard glare.

"For what?" She asked, lounged out in her grungy jeans and t shirt.

"Ya?" She asked, flipping through channels.

Natalie came home in the middle of the night, sighing and tossing her coat and hat onto the rack. She sighed and laid out on the couch, rubbing her eyes drunkenly.

((Now what? And can Adele and Sherlock somehow meet again?))

((Noooo it's so sad is there any reason Adele could return))

Approved!!

((Awww yay!! I just wish she could show up ))

∇~ṨФЯЄℕ~∇ wrote: "He enters the living room again, holding a cup of tea. "Here, I couldn't find any creamer." Sherlock studies her again, before turning and plopping down into his own seat. Good, a distraction. Jus..."

((I love how you called Adele her! That's how he refers to Irene in the books!))

((Ugh it's killing me))7

"I'm just... Going to get you some of that hummus you love" she whispered hoarsely, kissing her cheek and slipping her helmet on before speeding off, the need eating at her.