Sherlock Holmes Advanced RP discussion

Al walked around, talking on the phone, "No mother I am not insane! Ask Holmes if you have to!" Al says through the phone, hanging up on her mom running a hand through her now short hair.

((Will have a girl there soon))

((Ok ^^))

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Adele walked along, hands deep in her tan trench coat as her heeled boots clicked. She was waiting for Sherlock, but he wasn't on time, which was completely out of character and honestly worried her a tad.

Al glanced at Adele, noticing her fancier style of clothing. "Excuse me ma'am, but do you possibly know where Mr. Holmes is?" She asks, her voice sounding a little tight and slightly nervous.

She gave her a smile, her lips perfectly rosy and plump. "I was actually just wondering the same exact thing" she laughed in an easy, laid-back and airy way, smiling down at the smaller woman.

"Great, just great." Al mutters under her breath. She noticed that the other woman's face had traces of stress and worry in it, and her eyes darted about nervously.

...((Soren, can you post as Sherlock please?))

((I'll play John for now!))

Adele looked up, her eyes sparkling as she readily took in the tall man, his bright blue, calculating eyes, and ringlets of brown hair. He was of clear mind, she could tell, and she enjoyed talking to him more than anyone else, as his brain worked just as fast as hers did. "Good morning, Mr. Holmes," she greeted aristocratically, knowing he would soon inform her to call him Sherlock, as always. She sighed internally, knowing he would notice.

Adele smiled kindly, nodding to him. He always seemed to let his haze linger on her, the same odd reflection of her honey brown eyes in his crystalline ones. Any other man, she would know they fancied her. But this was no man. He was practically inhuman. Yet he was amazing

Adele sighed and glanced at her expensive diamond watch. She laid a light hand on the shoulder of his expensive coat. "If I may, Sherlock, I have a very important meeting across town in an hour. So if I may be so bold... Why have you asked me here?" She said in a placid but impatient voice.


Watson walked in from parking the car, pulling off his gloves from the cold October morning. "Sherlock. You can't keep bloody leaving me-" he said in a frustrated tone as he strode over.

((Uuuuuh idk say something!!)))

((What if she's suspected in a murder, and it was one of the men working for the man who killed her fiancée?))

She smiled and stepped back one step, her heel clicking. She nodded her yes with a coy smile as she turned away, fixing her coat, walking through the front entry into the cold October wind toward her Porsche. She glanced at her watch. Fifteen minutes.

((She has a meeting with moriarty. Can you play him?))

((The red))

Al picked up her phone and called Watson. "Watson, Watson, my mum thinks I'm going insane again, I had another break down." She murmurs into the phone quietly. She then sighs and hangs up after she left the message, heading to the diner.