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second case
[ACTION (also fudging the timeline a little)]
[So Sherlock has been missing for a few days. Funny story, really: after the cherry blossom expedition and having to be subjected to cheap Spanish soap operas, he'd decided he wanted to explore more of the wilderness, and thus, when the opportunity was ripe, sneaked out armed with a gun and tools to collect samples with.
It's only today that he returns, looking very disheveled and displeased. He'd run into a few monsters out there, and unfortunately, didn't have the opportunity to get samples from them before they tried to attack him. It's the reason for why he's in such a foul mood, and as for the reason why he's covered in monster ooze? Don't ask.
He's stalking his way to the Ermis Suites when, out of the blue...]
"One, two, three, four, five! No one's gonna mess up my hive! Six, seven, eight, nine, tenner, not while I have my pom-poms of power!"
[...it's a chubby teenaged girl. In an ill-fitting cheerleader costume. Painted with yellow and black stripes. And holding a pair of pom-poms.
(Adolescent, usually wears glasses, good at general arts and crafts but horrible at sewing, doesn't exercise as much as she should, prefers to stay indoors, in a relationship with someone but wanting to break up, should be on a diet but indulges herself far too often, low self-esteem, untreated stomach disorder, plays the tuba, right-handed, writes often--)
Sherlock just scoffs.]
Is this meant to be menacing? Your meter is completely off, your rhyming is atrocious, and you wouldn't look out of place in a circus wearing that. Not to mention, you're not really a cheerleader, are you?
"Give me an I, give me an AM, what does that spell? I am!"
Oh, don't give me that. If you were, you'd have been able to at least perform that cartwheel without too much effort, but it took you two tries to get it right. [He's speaking fast, smirking all the while.] In fact, you play the tuba. Obvious enough, from your thumb and how much more developed your arm muscles are in comparison to your legs. Then there's the calluses on your right hand--you're a writer as well, but you prefer to write with your hand as opposed to simply typing it up on a computer. You're cheating on your diet, in a troubled relationship, absolutely horrible at sewing together a costume, have an untreated stomach disorder, low self-esteem and average IQ, and you think you can claim to be a cheerleader?
[...looks like he's just pissed her off.]
"Quatro, tres, dos, uno! I took twenty lessons in judo! Eight, six, four, two! I'm gonna try them out on you!" [She settles into a stance, which just makes Sherlock roll his eyes.]
That would be more convincing if that wasn't a karate stance. Do try to keep your martial arts straight.
[Someone come help before he either gets himself knocked out or makes the poor girl cry.]
[TEXT, later on]
[So Sherlock has been missing for a few days. Funny story, really: after the cherry blossom expedition and having to be subjected to cheap Spanish soap operas, he'd decided he wanted to explore more of the wilderness, and thus, when the opportunity was ripe, sneaked out armed with a gun and tools to collect samples with.
It's only today that he returns, looking very disheveled and displeased. He'd run into a few monsters out there, and unfortunately, didn't have the opportunity to get samples from them before they tried to attack him. It's the reason for why he's in such a foul mood, and as for the reason why he's covered in monster ooze? Don't ask.
He's stalking his way to the Ermis Suites when, out of the blue...]
"One, two, three, four, five! No one's gonna mess up my hive! Six, seven, eight, nine, tenner, not while I have my pom-poms of power!"
[...it's a chubby teenaged girl. In an ill-fitting cheerleader costume. Painted with yellow and black stripes. And holding a pair of pom-poms.
(Adolescent, usually wears glasses, good at general arts and crafts but horrible at sewing, doesn't exercise as much as she should, prefers to stay indoors, in a relationship with someone but wanting to break up, should be on a diet but indulges herself far too often, low self-esteem, untreated stomach disorder, plays the tuba, right-handed, writes often--)
Sherlock just scoffs.]
Is this meant to be menacing? Your meter is completely off, your rhyming is atrocious, and you wouldn't look out of place in a circus wearing that. Not to mention, you're not really a cheerleader, are you?
"Give me an I, give me an AM, what does that spell? I am!"
Oh, don't give me that. If you were, you'd have been able to at least perform that cartwheel without too much effort, but it took you two tries to get it right. [He's speaking fast, smirking all the while.] In fact, you play the tuba. Obvious enough, from your thumb and how much more developed your arm muscles are in comparison to your legs. Then there's the calluses on your right hand--you're a writer as well, but you prefer to write with your hand as opposed to simply typing it up on a computer. You're cheating on your diet, in a troubled relationship, absolutely horrible at sewing together a costume, have an untreated stomach disorder, low self-esteem and average IQ, and you think you can claim to be a cheerleader?
[...looks like he's just pissed her off.]
"Quatro, tres, dos, uno! I took twenty lessons in judo! Eight, six, four, two! I'm gonna try them out on you!" [She settles into a stance, which just makes Sherlock roll his eyes.]
That would be more convincing if that wasn't a karate stance. Do try to keep your martial arts straight.
[Someone come help before he either gets himself knocked out or makes the poor girl cry.]
[TEXT, later on]
Honestly, Sirocco, I pop out for a few days and when I come back, I'm abruptly besieged by a so-called "cheerleader". Annoying, really. I know enough that there's apparently been a rash of attacks, if you could call them that, but I need more information.
And also, I'll need a new gun.
S
Action
Excuse me, but I rather think you should do something soon. I do believe that young woman means you harm.
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"Hey!!"
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It makes for a rather poor attempt, then.
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IGNORE THAT HTML FAIL AAAAAGH
[He takes out his phone and sends out the following text with their location: "
Might want to do some cleanup. S"]That's taken care of. Now, exactly what has been happening?
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Interesting. Anything more?
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[He puts his hands together, practically bouncing on his heels. Finally!]
Do any of these incidents share anything else in common?
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