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Of course! I think the plot sounds great What were you thinking for character profiles?
Than you so much! So have I... I hate it how everything has to be romance... It really gets on my nerves sometimes.So... First of all, let's split this up...
Me:
Anne Watson (their daughter)
Open:
Sherlock
John
Mary
Moriarty
Yeah, it's like some people think interaction only happens if you're in love. I say bullshit.I'm guessing you'd like me to take Moriarty?
For the others, I'm ok with whomever, truly.
So do I. :) and honestly, it's all so cliché most of the time. Obviously there'll be the small romance between John and Mary, but that's minor. :)You don't have to be Moriaty if you don't want ton. If you do, then great. If you don't I don't mind. ^^
Well, I'd love you to be at least one of John and Mary... If you're going to be Moriarty, it's probably best if I'm Sherlock because they'll probably be doing a lot of one-on-one talking. Besides, I've had practice on how to Roleplay him. So, if I end up being Sherlock, John and Sherlock have a lot to do with each other, so...
Ideally, if you're going to be Moriarty, the character division would look somewhat like this:
Me:
Daughter
Sherlock
Mary
You:
John
Moriarty
Looking upon that, I feel bad because I know how often people want to be females in Roleplays....
I was thinking about bringing Irene Adler in again, seeing as she works for Moriarty, in a sense.
If you'd like a badass female role, Irene's yours.
Tell me what you think. If there's any character from mine that you want, sure.
The other characters that have a big-ish role are Molly and Mycroft...
If we want to have the gender division split up as 2 boys 2 girls min, I'd take Mycroft.
I'm perfectly fine with Moriarty The only of the cast I've actually ever roleplayed is Sherlock, so it'll be fun learning the others. So in other words, Moriarty and John sounds good!
I'd like to have Molly is that's ok? If Irene comes into play, I'd never turn down a badass role, but if it's too hard to bring her into the plot if your plot didn't originally include her, that's fine too.
A quick question, is this primarily centered around Anne, or around the original Sherlock cast?
Haha, nice. I impersonate Sherlock daily... People don't get me haha. ^^Alright, sounds great. Of course you can have Molly, that's perfectly fine. As for Irene, we'll have to see if she can turn up of something g. Who knows?
And... It's mostly around the Sherlock cast. The reason I'm having Anne be the victim in Moriarty's scheme is:
One: it's something new for Sherlock since it's someone close to him. (He's her godfather, did I mention that? Seems only logical.)
Two: the fact that it's a child is something different and it'll make the case harder for John to cope with. If that makes any sense.
So teah, it's mostly around the cast. :)
Yeah... Sometimes I talk in Sherlock quotes and no one notices...As to Molly and Irene, sounds good and thanks!
Aww Sherlock as godfather that is actually adorable. ^_^ And both of your reasons make perfect sense. Poor John's going to have a hell of a time...
Alright, then, character profiles now that we've figured out who's got whom? If you post one of your characters, I can just follow your formatting and detail :)
I know how you feel.Okay, great!
Haha, yeah. ^-^ Yeah, poor John. I feel so bad... :| oh well. I never can resist a touch of drama. ;)
Okay, sure! I'll do so in a minute... Since we've got original characters, the stuff doesn't have to be super long. I'll just make Anne's slightly longer because she's made up.
Because I'm on a phone, I won't be able to post images, so I'll just write a description. Okay... Lemme do this.
"John, there's something I have to tell you. Something I've meant to tell you for a long time.... Sherlock is actually a girl's name."Name: Anne Sherlock Watson
Age: 15 1/2
Date of Birth: 7th October
Physical Appearance:
Anne takes more after her mum than her dad in physical appearance, but of you didn't know John and Mary were her parents, it would be hard to tell. She has long, honey coloured hair which reaches a bit of a way past her elbows and is cut in a perfectly straight line. Anne has her father's deep blue eyes. She has a fairer complexion than either her mum or dad, and has a British accent when she talks. Anne has slim, arching eyebrows and relatively high cheekbones, though nowhere near as high as Sherlock's. She's slim but doesn't have a very athletic build.
Personality:
Anne had John Watson's temper and a lot of things annoy her. Her father believes her general rudeness when she's irritated and her overall dislike for people comes from bad influence from Sherlock, her godfather. However, that isn't the case. Anne is very particular about people and judges them on personality. Her best friend Eli is a bit crazy, but she's fun to talk to. Anne loves reading dark and cynical things and hates it when people talk for the sake of talking.
Likes:
The violin
English (the subject)
Writing
Reading
Swimming
Biology
Chemistry
History
Her family
Sherlock
Dislikes:
People talking loudly
Stupid people
Sports (overall)
Physics (it's easy but boring)
Learning Languages
Psychopaths
Her parents' paranoia over some things.
Family:
Mary Elizabeth Watson (Morstan)
John Haymish Watson
Harriet Watson (Aunt)
Sherlock Holmes (Godfather)
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"I'm not a psychopath. I'm a high functioning sociopath. Do your research."
Name: William Sherlock Scott Holmes
Age: 37
Date of Birth: 12 December
Physical Appearance:
Sherlock is slim and has a fair complexion and an athletic build. He's got brilliant ocean blue eyes fleck with brown here and there. Sherlock has thick eyebrows and dark lashes, and a mop of tousled chocolate-black brown hair sits on top of his head. He's quite tall and has very high cheekbones. He's not hit, as some people might put it, but beautiful.
((Portrayed by Benedict Cumberbatch.))
Personality:
Sherlock is a sociopath. He doesn't feel like normal people do and doesn't care about what people think about him, unless if they thought he was stupid. He once said: "I am dismissive of the virtuous, unaware of the beautiful, and uncomprehending in the face of the happy. The point I am trying to make is that I am the most rude, all-round obnoxious arsehole which anyone could possibly have the misfortune to meet. So if I did not understand that I was being asked to be best man, it is because I never expected to be anybody's best friend."
He's a consulting detective and has an incredible memory technique which he calls a mind- palace.
Likes:
The violin
His family (ish)
Mrs Hudson
Molly
The Watsons
Lestrade
Crimes
Interesting things
Books
His mind palace
Being a show-off
Being smart
Dislikes:
People (overall)
Threats
His brother (sometimes)
James Moriarty
Phillip Anderson
Srgt. Sally Donovan
People who think he's stupid
boring things
Children (little children and babies)
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I'm only going to make Sherlock since he's my primary character and I'm just too eager to get on with this. You don't have to make two characters if you dot want to. The original ones can be simple because we already know them. :)
I am triply sorry, but I've been busy practically all day and I'm exhausted, but I promise I will get Moriarty and John up first thing tomorrow morning, even if they're short. Again, so sorry.Also, would you like me to make a mini profile for Eli? I honestly wouldn't mind :)
No! Don't apologize, that's perfectly alright! :) take your time, I know how busy people can get. If you'd like to make a mini profile for Eli, that would be superb!
"In a world of locked rooms, the man with the key is king, and honey, you should see me in a crown."Name: James "Jim" Moriarty
Age: 38
Date of Birth: November 16
Physical Appearance:
[Andrew Scott]
Personality: Sherlock is the one called psychopath, but the world's only consulting criminal is the true psychopath. Jim's personality changes like a coin flipping, one moment calm, the next over-the-top. It's frightening to watch. He has a slow drawling voice that's not entirely normal. He puts other people on edge, and he knows it and enjoys it. He likes to be in control - especially of the whole world. He's a pro, like Sherlock, at faking his death and coming back from the dead - and now he has a new plan for his biggest rival, Sherlock. Magnussen was onto something when he knew that controlling Mary controlled John, and controlling John meant owning Sherlock. So now Moriarty has his eyes set on Anne, because if he owns Anne, he owns the Watsons. Who could have thought owning the great Sherlock Holmes took controlling one little fifteen year old girl... Destroying Sherlock is so fifteen years ago. Owning him is what Jim Moriarty wants for Christmas.
Likes:
Threats
Smart people
Manipulating others
Death
Tricks
Being in control
Dislikes:
Sherlock
Rules
People in general
Stupid people
People who don't do what he tells them to
Getting his hands dirty
http://sherlockcharacterconfessions.t...
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"We solve crimes, I blog about it and he forgets his pants. I wouldn't hold out too much hope."
Name: John Hamish Watson
Age: 40
Date of Birth: March 31
Physical Appearance:
[Martin Freeman]
Personality: John generally seems like a levelheaded man. He served in Afghanistan as an army doctor, and upon returning to London after an injury, began working as a General Practitioner. His time in the army made him tough and a good shot, and gave him nerves of steel. It also gave him a sort of subconscious addiction to danger, resulting in his quick friendship with the high-functioning sociopath Sherlock Holmes. After the birth of his daughter, Anne, John mellowed out and settled down, putting aside the more daring escapades. He still solves crimes with Sherlock occasionally, however, but stays out of the spotlight. John has a temper that doesn't often show, but surprisingly it doesn't take much to bring it to the surface. It's an explosive anger. John isn't very good at hiding his emotions, and it's easy to read him.
Likes:
His job (being a doctor)
Danger (subconsciously)
Writing
His friends (Molly, Lestrade, Mike, Mrs. Hudson)
His family
Sherlock
Dislikes:
Memories of war
People who pry
Swimming pools
Empty Tube cars
Bombs
Moriarty
Guy Fawkes bonfires
Magnussen
Family:
Mary Elizabeth Watson (Morstan) | Wife
Anne Sherlock Watson | Daughter
Harriet Watson | Sister
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Name: Elina "Eli" Cara Haversty
Age: 16
Date of Birth: June 26
Physical Appearance:
> A thin scar runs diagonal from above her left eyebrow to the top of her left cheekbone (from a car crash)
[Sophie Turner]
Personality: Elina, or Eli as she is called by her closest friends, is a crazy, exuberant, talkative friend. She always has a little bit too much energy, and her addiction to coffee doesn't help. She has a snappy, sarcastic personality, but is always ready to laugh. She's not afraid to speak her mind, far from it; in fact she hates people who can't just say what they want to say. If you ask for her opinion, she will tell you it, pretty or not, sometimes even when you didn't ask for it. She's outspoken and a good debater, and a complete feminist. Her vibrant red hair is a legacy from her Irish father, and she even speaks with some Irish inflections in her otherwise normal British voice. She has a hard time sitting still for long periods of time, but she's not ADD or ADHD. She simply doesn't like inactivity. She's a good listener and a supportive friend. She became fast friends with Anne Watson after Anne stood up for her in sixth grade when Eli returned to school for the fall semester with a scar running diagonal from above her left eyebrow to the top of her left cheekbone from a car crash.
Likes:
Coffee
Art
French
English (subject)
Swimming
Soccer
Dancing
Debate
Dislikes:
Stupid people
Bullies
People who dance around "sensitive" subjects
Math
Science
Family:
Mirella Haversty | Mother
Matthew Haversty | Father
Danny Haversty | Younger brother
I am so so sorry that I'm still not done, I promise I'll have everyone finished by tonight. I've been really busy. And thanks so much for understanding; I know some people on here who think I don't have a life outside GR. :)
Also, I have absolutely no idea how old to make John and Moriarty... :/
John would be a bit older than Sherlock.. Around 40? And Moriarty would be around 38. :) I love Eli, she's great! Thanks so much for making her!And yeah... My online life is Goodreads an Wattpad, and people think I don't have a life either, so I understand.
Alright, I put in those ages :) And no problem! I love making new characters ^_^Ok, I'm finished! So, so sorry that took so long.
If there's anything you'd like me to add to someone's profile, that's not a problem. I couldn't find Moriarty's birthday to save my life, though...
It's fine! Don't worry, I made Sherlock's up. Is Eli's face claim Sophie Turner? I coat see it properly on my phone, but if it is, woo! I love that actress! :)
Well then, shall we get started?
Alright, I made up something for Moriarty too.Tis indeed! I adore Sophie Turner ^_^
Yes, let's! Where/with whom do we start?
Uhm... How about we start with the Watsons going to visit Sherlock for the Christmas holidays? So Anne and Eli could be walking home from school together?
Sounds good! Could you post first, and I'll follow your length and detail?
((Sure.))Anne Sherlock Watson zipped up her bag after putting her laptop inside it. She was last to pack up, as always, and her best friend Eli was impatient for school to end, and had told her to hurry up. Anne slung her pack over her shoulders and strolled out of History class, which had been their last block of the day. As they walked abreast down the empty hallways, Anne could already feel that buzzing excitement of wanting to jump up and down the moment any holiday began. She pressed a black hair tie between her lips and scraped her hair up into a high ponytail. Only once that she'd tied it did she make conversation with Eli.
"Can you believe Mr Gregory gave us an essay to write during the Christmas holidays?" She asked her friend, incredulous. It was one on the German inter-war period between the world wars, and it had to be a minimum of a thousand words. Though Anne was a writer of length and she enjoyed it (English being her favourite subject), essays were really not the sort of thing to lift her mood. "I mean, where's his Christmas spirit?" She said, looking at Eli with her dark blue eyes. Anne sighed and waved her hands around as the grey sunlight from outside greeted them, releasing that end-of-term energy. "Anyways, I know I won't be doing it until I get some spare time." Anne never procrastinated, but, hell, these were bloody holidays. HOLIDAYS. Not essay-week. Despite everything, she grinned at the red-haired Irish girl next to her. "So," she addressed her best friend, "any family plans during the holidays?"
Shifting the strap of her backpack on her right shoulder, Elina pulled her phone out of the pocket of her black leather jacket and checked the screen. "Nothing at all. Well, sort of. Dad's crazy aunt Caroline invited us to Dublin for a week, and though Dad is dying to set foot on "good Irish soil," this last part was said in a spot-on imitation of her father's thick Irish dialect, "he really doesn't want to spend more time than he can help with Caroline. So... same as last year. Dreary, lovable, rainy London." Eli slipped her phone away again, and glanced over at her best friend. "Oh, and did I mention?" she continued, voice falsely chipper. "An essay! From our very own dear Mr. Gregory. About peace. In Germany. Who writes about peace? So boring." She cleared her throat. "Dear Mr. Gregory, This is Christmas break. Do you know the meaning of break? Would you like me to demonstrate on your neck? Sincerely, Elina Cara Haversty." Looking rather pleased with herself, she smiled smugly at Anne as they stepped outside the austere school building and into the bright sunlight. London was so often grey, but somehow it made everything seem a little brighter. And with the lightest dusting of snow that had come down from the skies these past few days, it was looking just that much better. Or maybe that was the fact that there was no more school to worry about that was making London seem so magical right now. "And you, lucky girl, are going to see your godfather, the one and only Sherlock Holmes. Have I mentioned that I want to meet him?" Eli gave Anne a pointed look. In the five years she had been the best of friends with Anne, she had only waved to Sherlock Holmes. Once. Unbelievable. But she still loved Anne, despite this grave injustice done to Eli's person.
Eli's incredibly accurate impersonation of her father cracked a smile from Anne. "Ah, well," he said, and patted her friend's shoulder, a pitying look in her eyes, but it was only playful pity, and she knew that Eli knew it. "It's hard to get bored in old London, isn't it?" Anne undid her school tie and let it hang loosely around her neck, feeling suffocated by it, despite the cold winter weather. "Yes, I know. How dull. Right, so, this was him the last five minutes of class." Anne cleared her throat like she was an expert at impressions of people, when she really was an amateur compared to Eli. "Oh, yes, and before I forget..." she mimed his pompous way of filing through papers, "for you all to be in tip-top form when you return for your GCSE exams at the beginning of June, you have an essay due the first week of school, on the inter-war years and how Hitler came into power. The word limit is 1500 words, and the minimum is 1000 words. I mean," she said, gesturing with her hands to emphasise her annoyance, "it was last period before the holidays! Couldn't he have given us a bit of slack?!" She shook her head, and did up the buttons on her blazer, just out of her fiddly habits.At her best friend's mention of her godfather as they neared the school gates, where everybody seemed to have already left with their parents, Anne laughed loudly. "Yes, indeed. The one and only Sherlock Holmes. I suppose i am lucky... isn't it great to be family to a celebrity?" She said, just to annoy Eli as she saw the pointed and aggravated look shoved in her direction. "It's all thanks to mum, you know. I heard them talking about holiday plans. Dad came up with this idea that we take the car to Sussex to visit my aunt Harriet." Anne snorted. "I've never met her, and then mum exclaimed that me meeting my lesbian and alcoholic aunt wasn't the best idea for someone of fifteen." She grinned at Eli.
"You know, I've only met my godfather twice." She looked Eli in the face, before focusing once more on the path, and narrowly avoiding a clumsy collision with a pole. "Once, when I was four, and the other time last year. Dad never tells me why, because he goes to see him often, but since he solves crimes, I think dad's a tad bit worried that I might die or get freaked out or something. You know what he's like, my dad. So yeah, I'm exciiiited!" She let a little skip cross her step. "Oh, you've mentioned that countless times. Maybe we could invite you to tea at 221B sometime," she chuckled. I don't know why I'm talking so much, she thought to herself. Holiday buzz, she concluded.
She pushed the gate and it swung open with a creak, the iron-wrought patterns on it shining dully in the ageing light. Anne sighed and turned around on the pavement, looking up at the large, red-brick school. "Goodbye," she whispered. "See you next year."
Then, she looked ahead to the area down the road where a few blocks away home was. She dragged Eli with her as she quickened her pace. "Woo!" She said a little loudly. "Freeedomm!"
An aged lady on the other side of the street gave the pair of schoolgirls a disapproving look, but Anne really couldn't care less.
Eli let out a long, loud, frustrated groan and slumped down as she walked, letting her head roll around for a second. "I forgot about the GCSE exams. I am not looking forwards to those. At. all. "Slack" is a word Mr. Gregory ought to learn the meaning of. Maybe we should buy him a dictionary and circle all the words he doesn't know. Like slack, break, holidays, vacation, leniency, for starters. And maybe boring. Do you think he'd get the hint then?" Eli continued her scowling as Anne went on and on about her fabulous godfather. Sure, Elina probably thought it way cooler to have a celebrity as a godfather than it actually was, but still. Sherlock Holmes wasn't a celebrity, he solved crimes and did cool stuff. "Thank the lord for your mum. Have I mentioned that your mum makes the best chocolate chip cookies in the whole bloody world?" Eli realized she was going off on a tangent, as per usual, so she reeled herself back in, shaking red hair away from her eyes. "Lesbian and alcoholic. Your family, Anne, is a piece of work." Eli shook her head with an arched eyebrow, staring down her nose with a judging air. It was all teasing, and Eli had no doubt Anne would correctly assume the expression was an imitation of their strict headmistress, Mrs. Smith. The one and only. She was a hag, choosing favorites and getting on to those she didn't like, namely Eli, with her hyper, talkative demeanor and constant five minute tardiness. "Crazy aunt, ex-military dad, secretive kick-ass, cookie-baking mum, and a crime-solving godfather. What next? Mutant younger brother?
"And it doesn't even matter if you've only met him twice, he's still there." Eli sighed, thinking of her own godparents. One worked in a bank, and the other had some sort of restaurant business. Sure, they could cook like nothing they'd made a deal with the devil, but bo-oring. Actually, if they had made a deal with the devil, that would be so much more interesting. Then she could become a kick-ass heroine and save their souls when the hellhounds come after them at the end of their ten years of culinary bliss. Eli gave a heavy sigh and pushed open the other gate with the scuffed toe of her black motorcycle boots.
They passed through the school's gates and paused momentarily. Then before Eli could even glance back at the building after Anne's whispers, she was forcefully dragged by an insistent hand down the street. Grinning ear to ear, she looped her arm through Anne's and started skipping down the street, ignoring the people looking at them oddly. "We have conquered school for this year!" she whooped, now pulling Anne more than Anne was pulling her. "Christmasssssss here I comeee!"
Anne laughed at her friend's comment on her mother and the rest of her family. "You know, my family is more a mess than a piece of work, Eli. At least yours is what can be classified as 'normal'," she said with a grin. "Yep. A detective godfather, an ex-war Doctor dad and an ex-assassin mum. You know, my brother would probably be some sort of secret agent... Like those double-agent spies or whatever they are," she joked along. "I often feel like I'm the sane person in the family... Though admittedly, since I've been spending time with you, I've been starting to doubt my sanity." She cleared her throat and waved her hand in the air. "You know, influences," she grinned at her friend.Anne gave a little yelp as Eli suddenly looped her arm around hers and pulled her down the sidewalk. Anne stumbled slightly. "Woah, hold it, Speedy Gonzales," she cried out, and ignored everybody around them as if her and her loony friend were the only two beings around the place. "Hey, Christmas isn't here yet," she told her friend. "Re-lax." Anne forced Eli to resume a normal walking pace before she said, "though we have a week until the 25th..." She smiled, before playfully punching Eli's arm. "And you, you'd better keep in touch, girl. I don't care if it's via Skype or texting or phone calls, but keep in touch!" She told her as they halted at a zebra-crossing. The lights of the crossing were really unnecessary- there was not a single car on the road. Thankfully the wait wasn't too long, and by the time the car-light was orange, the friends were already more than halfway across.
Anne pulled Eli around a corner into a large, open road- well, both of them lived on the same road, but it was a long one. "I'm gonna miss you. We should convince our parents to let us go out into town together and do whatever we want for a day," she said. Her dad was so particular about things like that. Anne was under the impression that John Watson's time with crime-solving with Sherlock Holmes had made him very cautious about letting his teenage daughter out into the heart of London without someone he considered responsible. In her father's eyes, neither Eli or herself were very responsible, and that could sometimes really get on Anne's nerves.
"Oh- and by the way, before either of us forget, we still have that physics worksheet to complete... Mr Harrison will hit the roof if neither of us has done it. As much as Anne hate physics and wanted to take Chem and Bio for IB, she hated getting on Mr Harrison's bad side. She blew out a deep breath. "Woohoo! More homework! How wonderful, isn't it, Eli? A GCSE student's life is absolute bliss." She rolled her eyes. "If I get stuck on anything I'm googling it, and if I still can't find it, I'll invent this stupid story of me having a mental breakdown and being incapable of finishing the worksheet. Oh, god, physics is fatuous. It's maths with cars." Anne looked over at Eli, and then said, "though my dad could probably help. I'm sure cars have their place in medicine..." But she highly doubted it. Well, screw it. Physics was boring and it destroyed her. It was like one of those horror bugs that eat people from the inside-out. She shuddered and swilled at the pavement. "You know, I think my Christmas wish is for my parents to do my holiday homework for me," she stated, but was only joking.
((I'm so so sorry about not replying in so long!))Eli snorted. "Influences, my arse. You just don't want to admit how desperately in need of psychiatric help you are, and instead you blame your insanity on poor me." She made what she hoped was an innocent, wrongly-accused face, but it quickly turned into a devilish grin. She swung her red hair away from her face as they crossed the street. "Christmas is close enough that I can feel it in the air!" she cried out, her arms making an arc through the air above her head, right when they were halfway across.
"And don't you worry your pretty little head, Anne, dear, of course I'll keep in touch! You'll be begging me to stop texting you by day two, that's how in touch I'll be." She stopped before they could finish passing the first house on their street and turned to face Anne with a hopeful expression. "Do you think your dad would let you? I know your mum's usually rather chill, but your dad..." She shrugged. Mr. Watson had what seemed to be an easy-going personality, but really he was very high-strung. It was an odd juxtaposition, especially since he was so short. Eli had never mentioned this to Anne, of course, but Eli, being on the tall side, was taller that Anne's father. It was disconcerting, especially since Elina's own father was closer to six feet. But he was nice, and usually understanding, even if he didn't exactly endorse Anne's friendship with Eli.
But Eli knew a lot of people considered her a bad influence, what with her inability to sit still and hyper, talkative, blunt attitude. It didn't help that most people judged by first impressions - or more like first look. All they seemed to see was the silvery-white scar that stretched beside her left eye. But that was their problem, not Eli's. If they couldn't see past that, and past the hyperness, and past the bluntness, then they didn't deserve to be Eli's friend. And that was why she and Anne were such good friends. Because they knew each other so well and they understood each other, sometimes tacitly.
Eli held up a hand as Anne went on about the physics worksheet. "Please, mercy! Don't remind me! You know the only reason Mr. Harrison hasn't kicked me out of physics yet is you, right? You have kept me from failing on a test more times than I can count. If I didn't have to take a bloody science, I would never complain about school again. Even so, I'm about ready to say to hell with a good uni, I'm not taking a science." Eli stopped and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself after her mini rant about sciences. She hated physics. With a passion. And all other sciences. She just couldn't understand how people could be so structured. And math. She didn't like math either. At least science was sort of interesting. But physics was the worst of all. Maths with cars, like Anne had said. Exactly. Pointless. "Anyways," she continued, running a hand through her hair. "I will be contacting you for help with that worksheet if google is too unclear." One corner of Eli's mouth twitched up into a smile. "Can your parents do my homework, too, then?"
((I am SO sorry!))"Oh Eli," Anne chuckled. "You're the one I need of psychiatric help." Obviously she was just messing about. "YESSS! I can feel the frost vibes in the air." Some faces were looking out of windows, trained on the two schoolgirls. Anne let out a long whistle as they continued their little walk. "Jeez, our neighbours must think we're bonkers. But don't worry," she said, quoting Lewis Carroll, "all the best people are." She grinned at Eli. "See? Your insanity, my friend, is a raft in the stormy seas of life." She pulled a face. "Wow. Look at that symbolism. I should get an A* in English." She glanced at Eli and said, "I don't care what people think about us influencing each other. They're just stupid. Okay, excluding our parents... Our parents just don't see through translucent things. It's probably because of age..." She joked.
Anne chewed on her lip as her friend questioned her dad's leniency. "I'm not sure. I'll try my best to convince him that we're fine together. I mean, London isn't hard to navigate around. Google maps, the tube, your Oyster card, and that's it. Oh, and money. Obviously." Anne started planning on how she was going to convince her dad. Dr Watson was not a man to trifle with, and she knew it. Although Anne loved her father, his over-protectiveness was sometimes annoying (even though she knew he meant well) and she'd gotten on his bad side quite a few times... And it was not nice. Though he was a caring dad, he did have a short fuse, and Anne was scared that if she pressed the matter too much he might explode. She shot Her red haired friend a sideways look. "I promise. I'll try my best. Okay, scuzzbag?" She asked Eli.
Anne smiled. "I hope you'll be that much in touch, girl," she replied, then rolled her eyes at the physics comment. "Pur-lease. You know, I think physics sucks as much as you do. I think Mr Harrison will stop giving me good grades once he learns I hate his subject. Ugh. That's why I keep a low profile in class and try not to groan too much about physics when I'm within hearing distance from him..." She nudged her friend. "Woah, chill your beans with the uni, Eli. We've got three more years. Plenty of time. I don't understand your hate for science, honestly, Eli." She smiled, but sighed once her house came into view.
((I'm really sorry I made you wait so long! Things got really busy and I never got the notif for this; sorry again!))Elina sighed as the red brick facade of the Watson home came into view around the corner. Classic British home, of course, like every other house on this street. Her own house was only five minutes more down the street, but that wasn't the problem. She knew she wouldn't be seeing Anne for the next two weeks, at least, while her friend spent the holidays with the one and only consulting detective. And she would be stuck in dreary old London.
"Oh, I think it's science that hates me, dearest friend. Don't doubt it. I have enough evidence from all those times I almost exploded the classroom during Chemistry. And I followed every direction, to the T, so you better believe it's those chemicals out to get me, not the other way around," Eli explained very seriously. Chemistry was almost as bad as physics, but at least she got to explode things. For a moment, just a mere moment, Elina wondered if this was why people thought she was a bad influence - because she liked to explode things - but she quickly rebuked it. Obviously not. Everyone loved some good explosives, as long as no one got hurt.
Stopping directly in front of the gate with a sharp turn, Eli put her hands on her hips, messenger bag thunking against her leg, and stared up at the neat brick townhouse. "You'll try your best better mean the whole nine yards - bribes, promises you don't intend to keep, the waterworks if it comes to it..." She turned her head and shot Anne a wink. "Just tell him I'll be all alone with my family this entire Christmas break, and he's sure to take pity, right? Oh - do tell a half-truth and tell dear Dr. Watson that my cousin Claude might be coming. Remember that little demon? Maybe he'll have pity. Plus, I've got pepper spray if that helps. Actually, don't mention that. Your father won't ever let you go anywhere with me again." Eli's mouth was running at a hundred kilometers an hour, as it was wont to do. Giving Anne an apologizing look paired with a grin, she said, a bit sheepishly, "Sorry. But you know how much I talk."
It's the year 2029. John and Mary Watson have a sixteen-year old daughter and live in a nice house in London. John and Sherlock still solve crimes, but without a huge enemy, Sherlock stays out of the news a lot and nothing's really the same. Moriarty's shown up once after his mysterious coming back after Magnussen's death. But he's returned now, with more on his mind and more plans than before.
And this time, he knows hat to do. If he owns the young Watson, he owns Mary. If he owns Mary, he owns her husband. And if he owns John, he owns Sherlock. Moriarty understood Magnussen. To destroy Sherlock would be boring. But to own him.... It would be something much more.
Slowly, he gets to them. Christmas is coming closer and the winter holidays are coming up. The Watsons will visit Sherlock and his family to celebrate.
John's daughter is reading a grim assortment of stories, one of them named Perfume. About a serial killer, it revolves around a man with an extraordinary sense of smell who kills twenty six women to try to preserve a sense of smell using human means. But the book keeps the teen up at night, even though it isn't real. But like a spider, Moriarty can observe. He knows how to get to her. To scare her. Own her, to own Sherlock. He sends her texts... Will Sherlock be able to solve the mystery and stop Moriarty or not?
Note:
- The idea is copyrighted to me and BBC 1. I am writing a fanfic based upon it and would really like to rp this out, but please don't copy.
- It's a BBC Sherlock rp. Just to state the obvious.
- if it isn't too much trouble, I'd love to be John and Mary's daughter.
- If something drastic happens to Mary, and you ship Johnlock, it can turn into a Johnlock.
- If you don't want to be Moriarty, we can split him up or I can take the part.
- Detail, please. Simple character templates, but one paragraph+ posts.
- This isn't romance, for the love of god. Not everything has to be a romance, does it? It's mystery and fanfic.
So.... After all of that.... Any takers?
HIII! Thanks a lot for doing this with me.