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

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

"Well I...uhm.. You see.. Sherlock. " he sighed and collected himself. "She's my niece and shell be staying with us a while. " he said firmly, waiting for her to exit. "So that means no drug use in the sitting area"

She smiled and laughed airily, sighing. "I have a meeting at two for coffee. With an associate. Nice to see your sister is in town," she smiled, busying herself with the menu, glancing up at him after he took a long pause, in feigned worry. "You alright?"

He kissed her cheek and sighed, squeezing her hands. "You stay here as long as you like. I will speak with your mother. " he released her hands and walked to the stove, laying his cane down. "Want some tea?"

Love him! Great! He should live next to Adele or something!!

You can be either!! Or both!! We have people rping them until someone claims them right now so go right ahead! And not really on the seasons.

Adele have a smile back in reply, as if it had been a sweet compliment. She finished her tea and pushed it back. "I love you too" she breathed, swiping at her eye makeup in a habitual way.

He walks over, leaning on his cane. He took her hands. "What's happened"

She smiled, sipping calmly and easily from her tea, undisturbed. "Yes, love, of course I was," she smiled, leaning in. His threats affected her but she had a skill at burying it deep inside.

"I'm sorry. He likes things messy this month" he muttered, continuing his work. "So what's brought you up to baker street?" He questions.

"Morning James" she smiled like a lover, setting her tea down and taking a moments pause. "And how are you?"

Adele strode in with her usual sexy confidence, as if she wasn't meeting the most dangerous person in the world. She was seated at a table in the middle of the room and a suited waiter took her coat. She smoothed her tight dress and sipped her tea from the red silk tablecloth.

He's MINE

((The red))

The highest society restraint in London.

Oh yesss!!!

John looked up momentarily and nodded her in. "Oh. Do come in Rosie. How are you?" He asked abruptly, standing up tall.

She smiled and stepped back one step, her heel clicking. She nodded her yes with a coy smile as she turned away, fixing her coat, walking through the front entry into the cold October wind toward her Porsche. She glanced at her watch. Fifteen minutes.

((She has a meeting with moriarty. Can you play him?))

((What if she's suspected in a murder, and it was one of the men working for the man who killed her fiancée?))

John went about the flat, tidying the place and feeding Gladston. All the things Sherlock neglected.

((Uuuuuh idk say something!!)))