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Ellis *a girl with kaleidoscope eyes*
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Feb 01, 2014 02:12PM

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Sherlock glanced around him, lips curling up into a sneer. This was ridiculous. He didn't belong here. With these imbeciles. Just the thought of having to share a room with someone so.. simple. It made him want to turn and walk in the other direction. But that wasn't an option. Because his brother Mycroft, if he could even call the power grabbing leach his brother, had persuaded his parents that boarding school would make him more social. Less 'rude'.
"I'm not rude. I'm just smarter than everyone else." Sherlock muttered to himself, before sighing resolutely and striding toward the front doors, barging past a shorted, sandy haired boy as he did.

((It's grueling when you have to work in groups with people who don't want to take part though! Aha, and wow, that sounds great though. I'm guessing you play an instrument?))

He kicked at the ground. "Excuse you," he muttered angrily, glaring at the boy's back. He began to walk towards the front doors. As fitting as it would be to be late, he decided against it, knowing that his father wouldn't approve. He shoved open the door and stepped inside.


Hearing an irritated grumble from the boy behind him, Sherlock snorted lightly. As if he cared what this boy had to say. Pushing through the front doors he looked around impatiently. As soon as this god awful introduction to the school was over he was headed straight for his dorm and not emerging until he had learnt at least 100 new facts about beekeeping. As if that would take more than ten minutes. Regardless, there was no way he, Sherlock Holmes, was about to trudge around some dreary school 'learning and making friends'.

John made his way over to the group of older students who were running an introductory orientation. The sooner this was over with, the better. He joined the group of younger students who were watching the presentation. He wished they'd just finish and assign the rooms. He knew he'd eventually figure things out.
((100 facts about beekeeping! xD ;D Love it! ))

Sherlock leaned against the back wall, ankles crossed and hands buried in the pockets of his long black coat. Lets take a look at what mediocre minds I'll be 'learning from shall we?
Stood by the wall to the left of him were two teachers. The oldest, a short plump man in his sixties. His shirt was crumpled, one cufflink missing. Silver plated, snake eyes. There were cat hairs stuck to the back of his pinstripe blazer and the fabric of his matching trousers were faded. Old. He hadn't replaced them in years, merely added more holes to his belt as the weight piled on. He was still living at home, with his mother. No father, but two, no three cats. One ginger. It slept in his bead, left hair on his balding scalp.
Next to him was a tall slim woman, her skeletal figure elongated by the 3 and a half inch heels she was wearing. Her shirt was a size to small and her skirt had been bought from the teens section. Hair mussed, unwashed. She had spent the night with a man. Her hand swept at her neck where she worse a small red scarf. Woman. Lipstick parks on her ear. She had spent the night with a woman. And she didn't want her colleagues s to know. Like I could learn anything from them.
((haha, I watch a lot of elementary as well so thought I'd borrow that little trait.))

John kept looking around nervously. The older students were almost finished with their presentation, and his mind began to wander. All of a sudden, he spotted the boy from before. He seemed to be focusing on a couple of teachers. John turned his gaze to the teachers, then back to the odd boy. He wasn't just focusing on them. He was flat-out staring at them. He glanced at the teachers again.
What's so interesting about a couple of old teachers? he wondered. He didn't find anything remotely intriguing about them. He squinted hard, but he still couldn't see anything. He turned to the boy again. Still gazing at those teachers...

Sherlock chuckled softly to himself. Finally dragging his vision from the so called teachers. The induction was finally coming to an end and the other students were already shifting impatiently. How most people had such short attention spans bemused him to no end. His eyes flickered across the murmuring crowd before settling on the sandy haired boy from before. He's watching me. Sherlock's lips curled up into a smirk, dark eyes fixed on John with a devilish glint before he turned and began to walk slowly from the room, not caring that the presentation had yet to come to an end.

John continued to stare at the boy, wondering what he was thinking. What's so interesting about a bunch of teachers? he wondered again. Suddenly, the boy turned his head and looked directly at John. John blinked, surprised. The boy had a devilish glint in his eye. He looked so serious... and yet mischievous at the same time. He kept his eyes locked on Sherlock's for a couple of seconds, almost daring him to look away. After a few seconds, the boy turned and walked away.
John frowned, puzzled. Why was the boy walking away? The presentation wasn't- Oh.
He stood still as the presentation finally ended, and watched as one of the teachers from before walked to the front of the room. He announced that the dorm assignments were about to be given.

Sherlock glanced back at the Other boy just as he looked away and laughed bitterly to himself. They looked like sheep, all huddled around their sheppard. Sherlock turned up the collar of his coat, stepping out of the double doors and heading toward the dorm rooms. Sherlock Holmes and John Watson, Room 221 Section B. Sherlock hoped the John would atleast slightly more intelligent than most of the whining pathetic idiots milling around the presentation.







"Yesss..." he said. "That's right." How could he have known any of that? Maybe he was some kind of stalker...
"How did you know about my sister's drug habits from... my phone?" he asked Sherlock cautiously.
((Sorry, I have to go eat! xD))

Sherlocks smirk widened. I was right!
"Scratches." He said simply. "They're all over the phone. And that's not a cheap phone. Look at you. Hand me down jumper and tie from your sister, second hand school books, aspiring doctor. You wouldn't be so careless. So it was given to you, scratch marks around the charging dock mean that who ever charged this every night couldn't see straight. Long straight scratches on the back. Someone used your phone to snort lines of coke." Sherlock shrugged as if it was simple.



John blinked twice. How could Sherlock have noticed all of that... within less than a second? He shook his head. "That's incredible," he told Sherlock softly, closing his book.

Sherlock opened one eye to look at john before propping himself up onto his elbow to get a better look at the other boy. "Strange.." He murmured "most people just tell me to piss off."
The corner or sherlocks mouth curled up into a slight grin. This appeared to be ask close to amused as Sherlock came.