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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Nov 5, 2014 14:50:56 GMT 12
((Okay, so Clara and I decided to sort of restart Oslock but I thought to make it less forced we could just have a Wholock roleplay to make it more... open.))
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Post by The Impossible Girl on Nov 5, 2014 15:01:09 GMT 12
((Yay! Lets do this!))
*Clara exits her flat, shrugging on her red coat. She locks her flat door and crosses her arms as she starts walking down Balcombe Street. All she desires right now is a nice cup of tea in a cafe that's only a couple of blocks away. She keeps her head down as she walks past the busy people of London*
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Nov 5, 2014 16:30:44 GMT 12
*Sherlock flicks the curtain back from his flat window, peering down at the street below. Nothing. He stretches, striding back over towards the kitchen. A message suddenly flashes up on his laptop on the table. He closes the gap and clicks on the message. "22- Balacombe Street, Dorset Square" A slow smile creeps across his lips and he turns away, slamming the laptop shut and racing downstairs, grabbing his coat on the way out.*
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Post by Hestia on Nov 5, 2014 16:39:57 GMT 12
((It's okay if I join?))
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Nov 5, 2014 16:56:51 GMT 12
((Absolutely fine with me.))
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Post by Hestia on Nov 5, 2014 19:13:16 GMT 12
((oh, um, OC's or no?))
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Post by The Impossible Girl on Nov 6, 2014 9:11:19 GMT 12
((Yay Hestia will join!! Everyone join!!!))
*she reaches her favorite cafe in Balcombe Street and enters. A smile reaches her lips at the "Welcome to The Wood Cafe" sign on the front door as she finds a small table with two chairs by the window, she sets down her Minnie blue laptop and waits for the waitress to come by*
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Post by Hestia on Nov 6, 2014 9:55:58 GMT 12
*Hestia is in a school, and not her own. She roots through a locker, stuffing expensive textbooks and personal documents into a backpack, tearing down the pictures pasted lovingly on the inside of the door, pictures of some unknown kid (they don't tell you who it was, just what to do). Unsurprisingly, nothing in the little space even hints at the deep shit he had mixed himself up in. Generally they're smart enough to know that's not the kind of stuff you'd ever risk bringing to school. She fishes out the last, crumpled notebook from the locker, and shuts it neatly, zipping up the backpack, and exiting the hall nonchalantly. If the others had done their job right, whatever-his-name-was had never existed in this moldering, tumultuous place.*
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Nov 9, 2014 10:40:38 GMT 12
*Sherlock quickly hails a cab and once one finally rolls to a stop in front of him, he hops in. After giving directions to the cabbie, he sits back and waits impatiently for his arrival*
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Wholock RP
Nov 10, 2014 17:10:58 GMT 12
via mobile
Post by The Impossible Girl on Nov 10, 2014 17:10:58 GMT 12
Tea would be lovely. *she responds with a smile to the waitress taking her order when he stops by her table. She glances back to her laptop and opens it. The waitress leaves and she turns her attention full on the monitor*
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Nov 16, 2014 14:29:28 GMT 12
((Sorry I haven't been on. Been busy and had a lack of internet connection on my computer.))
*The cab stops and he races out, practically throwing the money at the cabbie. He tears down the street in the middle of the road, swerving around cars and ignoring the sound of honking horns. His coat flaps behind him like a flag, his scarf like a banner. A car screeches to a halt in front of him and he dashes around it, raising a hand in a sort of thank you. Once he reaches the section of Balcombe street he's been looking for he leaps onto the top of a parked cab, searching the street frantically* A.. a.... a... a... * his eyes move like lasers, picking everything out and analyzing it. He ignores the shouts and angry glares, determined on his mission. A few metres further down the street he spots it. Acadia Bookstore. He leaps off the cab, knocking over a man when he lands. He brushes him aside and hurtles forward, yelling at the top of his lungs* GET OUT! GET EVERYONE OUT OF THESE BUILDINGS! *He gestures around frantically to the surrounding buildings. A bank, the bookshop, a cafe and a craft store*
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Post by The Impossible Girl on Nov 17, 2014 7:14:04 GMT 12
((No worries!))
*her rapid typing is interrupts by someone screaming outside. She looks up and looks out the window to find a madman running and screaming. She smirks and raises an eyebrow, glancing at the other people in the cafe. They all have a confused yet amused expression on their faces. The waitress comes to her table with her cup of tea and she thanks him as she takes a small sip of the hot tea*
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Nov 17, 2014 12:36:45 GMT 12
*He lets out a brief exasperated sigh before sprinting into the cafe, a building with a significant amount of people. He leaps onto the counter after shoving a waitress aside* For God's sake everyone get the hell out unless you want to be a few chunks of flesh on the street! *his voice lowers slightly* Which, by the way, is fine by me if my words of wisdom can't contest with your ignorance.
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Wholock RP
Nov 17, 2014 15:55:33 GMT 12
via mobile
Post by The Impossible Girl on Nov 17, 2014 15:55:33 GMT 12
((Omg I can't stops laughing at the end comment XD))
*she jumps and out of reflects slams her laptop shut. She looks at the man, her eyes growing wide. He looks serious. No, he looks mad. People look at eachother and scuttle out as she decides to do the same just to be on the safe side. She grabs her laptop and stands up, glancing at her still steaming tea* Just a moment won't hurt...*she mutters to herself as she picks up her cup and takes a relaxing sip*
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Nov 17, 2014 17:03:14 GMT 12
((Haha I'm glad. Thank you.))
*He steps neatly off the counter, watching in a satisfied way as the people leave. He glances around and notices a woman drinking a cup of tea. He notices her laptop and smirks but only slightly. He calls over to her,* Now, if you're finished with your tea you'd do well to run as far away from here as possible.
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Post by The Impossible Girl on Nov 18, 2014 1:41:34 GMT 12
*she puts the cup down and clears her throat, turning to look at him* Why are you doing this? What's happening? *she shoves the laptop under her arm*
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Nov 18, 2014 14:50:14 GMT 12
*He sighs in frustration* You had to be one of the curious ones, didn't you. *he points across the street at the bookstore* That building is going to either explode or burst into flames sometime in the next few minutes. *he lowers his arm* Unless I'm wrong which I very much doubt. *he flashes a grin at her and sprints out of the shop*
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Post by The Impossible Girl on Nov 29, 2014 2:28:13 GMT 12
((Sorry, I mentally replied to this. Smh.))
*Her eyes widen and she scuttles out of the cafe. As the door is closing she hears a horrific sound. She hears a little boy crying out for his mum. She freezes and spins on her heels, spotting the little boy holding an iron man action figure. She runs back inside, dashing towards the boy. She extends her hand at the boy* Hey hey, it's alright. Where's your mummy? Come on let's go find her. *she nervously glances at the bookstore and then at the boy knowing she has little time left*
B: *cries and only holds the action figure tighter* No! I want my mummy! *he stumbles back* I'm scared. I want mummy!
*she shakes her head and places one hand on his cold and wet cheek* Listen to me...you know how when you're scared you think like you can do anything? Like you are stronger like Iron Man here? *she pokes the action figure* Well, fear is just another superpower. It comes to us when we need it most. *the boy only listens closely* Even he gets scared. *she holds out her hand again* Okay?
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Dec 14, 2014 11:32:59 GMT 12
((Absolutely fine! Sorry, I just forgot about this... Sorry! That's (^^^^) really good by the way.))
*Sherlock stops angrily, glancing over his shoulder at the woman with the boy. He sighs and carries on at a walk towards the bookshop where most people have already evacuated. He hears police sirens not far away and his brow furrows. Of course, soon Anderson would be here, calling him insane if the bookshop exploded after he came, yelling at him for not warning the police sooner if it exploded before he arrived. He sighed again. He couldn't win. *
Is everyone out?
*He leaps onto a car stopped in the middle of the road*
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