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

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

"Stay away from her" Natalie hissed as she tensed.

Adele, still down the street, pulled her pistol out, watching their backs.

Natalie no longer held back but sent her fist straight into his skull which set him reeling back down the front steps. She pulled Rose back and ran out after him.

Natalie stood defensively, running a hand through her hair with a snarl.


Adele frowned, setting her jaw and quickening her pace as she dug in her bag for her weapon.

Natalie pushed him back into the doorway with a scowl. "Get out" she growled.

"Can I help you?" Natalie spat, stepping close to him.

((She saw Jonathan on the way over and recognized his face from years ago, got in a can and told it to follow))

Natalie stood behind Rose with her arms crossed protectively as she watched him with suspicion.

"Yes?" Natalie called, walking to the door and peering out through the window.

Adele stopped the cab she had taken a block away, paying a little more than her fare as she got out and walked through the cold dusk air, pulling her collar up about her neck as she made her way toward the colossal home.

"Thank you," she nodded, her eyes on the ground as she picked up her larger purse and an umbrella that was most likely John's, praying he wouldn't be to upset upon its disappearance, as there were three more left. She said a silent goodbye to Sherlock without looking back or pausing, knowing not if or when she would return. She stepped out into the rain and opened the umbrella as she made her way towards the South of town.

((can they come after her?))

"Sherlock I...." Could they possibly be after her to? Did Moriarty have a hand in this? He always called her upon her scheduled return, yet here it had been nearly a day and she had heard nothing. One thought rang clear in her scrambled mind. She had to keep him safe. She couldn't let what happened to Aaron repeat itself. "I need to go"

Adele drew back from the window. And suddenly it all hit her. Aaron. He had worked for Moriarty. And had gone undercover as a member of the siren gang. He said they knew things- secrets even Moriarty didn't know. And they killed him because Moriarty had him exposed. Her eyes widened for a mere moment as she stifled a gasp, trying to hide her panic.

Adele glanced out the window, looking for something, though she didn't know what. Something about this whole mess. About the name Sirens. About Moriarty not contacting her since her return- unsettled her.

Addled stood, looking down at her watch as she set her glass down silently. "Do you wish me to go?" She asked, her voice hoarse and unrefined.

"John is with his girlfriend" Adele commented, holding up a note from his roommate in her hand.

Adele rolled her eyes and huffed in a bored way. She looked like a spoiled rich heiress. Not like the killer she was. "Just...Deter them. It isn't hard" she sighed

((I would prefer her get just shot anyways))

Adele turned and poured herself a glass of wine, sitting on the arm of Sherlock's chair. She shrugged, watching her drink as she ran her thumb around the edge of the glass. "I find that in these situations a good bit of...deterrence is needed"

Adele looked at her with a sly smirk. "I'll be fine" she scoffed with a light chuckle, as if it were only meant for her.

((Alright but she will refuse))

"Then stay at your home. Do everything as normal and don't let them know you're scared" Adele chimed in calmly. She knew from dealing with Moriarty that showing fear was never a good thing.

((Could Adele either be tied in some how or get hurt because of this?))

Adele huffed and leaned against the window. It was amazing how people could convince themselves they had it off worse than any others. She sighed as she watched the city

"You want me to go beat him up? I will" she smiled, kissing her forehed.

Adele pushed past Sheelock, who had tried to hide her. She didn't blame him for wanting to keep up his reputation of being nearly inhuman. "Look" she said to the girl, looking severely down at her. "If you came here to ask for help or say goodbyes that is one thing. But do not come and give some story as if he hated you or make it sound like you are a damsel. Have some respect" she had an immediate disliking for this girl, sounding so pathetic and dejected, as if she had no fight in her.