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Dec 01, 2016 07:38PM
Here we are. :)
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Thanks, I'll have Muse A up by tomorrow ;)
No problem at all! I don't work tomorrow, so I'll be home most the day!
▸ JAY™
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«Ｉｄｅｎｔｉｔｙ»
⌘ Full Name ⌘ Haven Willow Moriarty
⌘ First name Pronunciation ⌘ Hay-ven
⌘ Middle name Pronunciation ⌘ Will-oh
⌘ Last name Pronunciation ⌘ More-e-r-tee
⌘ Meanings ⌘ Haven means place of shelter; Willow means slender/graceful; Moriarty means navigator
⌘ Nicknames ⌘ Hay, Venny, Willie, Will, Mori
« Ｂｉｒｔｈ »
⌘ Gender ⌘ Female
⌘ Age ⌘ 29 years old
⌘ Birthday ⌘ November 4th
⌘ Birthplace ⌘ London, England
⌘ Time Born ⌘ 6:23 A.M.
⌘ Species ⌘ Human
⌘ Blood Type ⌘ A negative
⌘ Ethnicity ⌘ European
⌘ Race ⌘ White
⌘ Nationality ⌘ British
⌘ Languages ⌘ English, French, Arabic, Russian, Chinese, Japanese, Polish, Jewish and German
« Ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ »
⌘ Face Claim ⌘ Emilia Clarke
⌘ Hair Color ⌘ Blonde and Brown
⌘ Hair Styles ⌘ Shoulder Length, sometimes Waist length; seen normally straight and up in a ponytail, or straight and laid down
⌘ Eye Color ⌘ Light blue with hazel and green around the pupil
⌘ Height ⌘ 5' 10"
⌘ Weight ⌘ 157 lbs
⌘ Markings ⌘ none
⌘ Scent ⌘ Rosemary, Mints, Pine trees
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⌘ Personlity Traits ⌘
⌘ Trait One ⌘ Intelligent
⌘ Trait Two ⌘ Psychotic
⌘ Trait Three ⌘ Slightly emotionless
⌘ Trait Four ⌘ Stubborn
⌘ Trait Five ⌘ Brave
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⌘ Parents ⌘ * There is no source that tells me the name of Jim and James parents, so I will make up a name *
Haven Moriarty, the father of Jim and James Moriarty, was a consulting criminalmastermind like his son Jim Moriarty. Haven was in a gang as a child, this was to save his own parents and siblings, he had a sister named Chloe, and a brother named Kevin. Haven didn't comply to his masters wishes and thus Kevin was murdered, it was made to look like an accident, but Haven knows the real deal. Haven went to primary school at age 7, here is where he met Jennifer Stevens the little five year old girl who legit acted like the biggest slut in existence. Haven and Jennifer became good friends as they progressed through school and onto college, during the entire thing, Jennifer became a target for Haven's gang. His master saying that Jennifer would weight down Haven and make him go soft. When Haven and Jennifer were in college, Haven took Jennifer out for some drinks, in attempt to get her drunk and ask her out, what ended up happening was Jennifer AND Haven got drunk and ended up having sex. Haven and Jennifer began going out after the whole awkward thing was over and spent their times trying to graduate College and get jobs to start a family when they graduated.
When Haven was 30 and Jennifer was 28, Haven had accidentally cheated on Jennifer with another woman twice, and now he had two sons, Jim and James Moriarty. Haven found out Jennifer was pregnant with twins one day when he came home from work, he was ecstatic when he found out and had spent hours hopping around and cheering for himself. Jennifer was happy as well, but she has been depressed for a long time and stressed, she knew it wasn't going to be an easy pregnancy. When it was the seventh month of Jennifer's pregnancy, Haven took her to get the babies checked out. They got their and the doctor did the check up, Haven found out that one of the twins wasn't going to be like the other twin and when Haven asked why he was surprised to find out that because of all the stress Jennifer has been having the baby was having troubles. When they got home, Haven screamed and yelled and treated Jennifer horribly, saying that it was her fault that the baby wasn't going to be like the other.
When the babies were born, Jim and James were Four years old and begging to see their new brothers or sisters, Jennifer was more then happy to let the little boys hold the twins. One was a girl and one was a boy, the boy was born with a minor defect, but it would be looked over and seen as something pretty. " What are their names?" Jim asked one day. " Haven Willow is the girl, Jackson Haven for the boy," Jennifer had answered.
Jennifer and Haven took the babies home, where they were met with Haven's gang leader, who said Jennifer had to die or the kids were going to go soft, and he didn't want his gang members going soft. Jennifer pleaded the man to let her live, just until the babies could eat solid foods and talk and walk, the gang leader regrettably agreed and allowed the woman to live.
⌘ Childhood ⌘
Haven Willow and her brothers Jackson, Jim and James were all very very close growing up, they did everything together and went everywhere together. If you saw them apart, they were either fighting or something was terrible was wrong, it was always the second one since their father was in a gang and all. When Haven Willow, Jackson, Jim and James were 6 and 10, Haven Sr.'s gang leader came by when they were all sleeping and kidnapped Jennifer, after kidnapping Jennifer, the gang leader killed her and told Haven Sr. who told his kids that their mother had gone on vacation and would never come back. The kids weren't that sad about it, no one had a close relationship with her, Haven Sr. became addicted to Alcohol and became abusive towards his kids, mostly Haven Willow, he sexually abused her, Jackson, James and Jim tried to protect her and sometimes it worked.
⌘ Teenager ⌘
Haven Willow and her brothers went to secondary school, together they were all in the same classes, teachers always called Haven by her first name and middle name because it was easier then calling her by a nickname she preferred. Haven Willow and her brothers were the popular kids, everyone wanted to hang out with them, everyone wanted to be friends with them, everyone wanted to be them. The Moriarty children were all apart of a gang, one that you shouldn't tangle with and one that you should never ever go near, the Moriarty children spent most of their time hanging out with the gang and doing many things for the gang leader. Haven Willow aced all her classes and when she was in junior year got a job as a lab assistant for a police station, she aced her training and became an actual lab assistant.
⌘ College ⌘
College was a bore, Haven Willow didn't have as much fun as she hoped, her brothers still came to see her and helped her in her classes, they also visited her while she was in class and entertained everyone. Jackson was flirted with multiple times and seen as a gigantic sweetheart, which he was, and the gang leader looked that over because he thought it was a cover. Jim met some guy named Mycroft Holmes and Haven Willow became super close to him, they began to go out after the multiple talks with her brothers had with Mycroft. Haven Willow was running around college in attempt to get to her Chemistry class, her professor was angry but a certain Sherlock Holmes countered that she wasn't late, considering it wasn't ten minutes before you would be considered late. That was the only time Haven Willow ever met Sherlock Holmes, she forgot all about him as she moved on to graduate early and earned Bachelor degrees in criminal justice, history, and political science. She also earned a Ph. D in chemistry and other miscellaneous science topics; she also earned master degrees in mathematics and art. Before she graduated, her brothers and herself started thinking about their childhood, and decided to get revenge on their father, so they went to their hometown and stealthily murdered their father without leaving a trace.
⌘ Auldthood ⌘
When she turned 25, she was already out of college and in a apartment her brothers had somehow bought her in London, England. Haven Willow's landlord likes to joke he's not her houseman, just her landlord. Haven Willow became close to Greg Lestrade and found out that she was related to John Watson because her mother Jennifer was his mothers sister, therefore making her his cousin. Haven Willow became the first Consulting Criminologist, someone Greg Lestrade very much preferred over Sherlock Holmes, whoever that is.
⌘ Likes ⌘
- Sleeping
- Crimes
- Catching Criminals
- Dead Bodies
- Chemistry
- Reading
- Writing
- Internet
⌘ Dislikes ⌘
- Pain
- Death
- Broken Bones
- Major Disasters
- Being ignored
- Being treated different
⌘ Fears ⌘
- Death
- Her brothers being killed
« Ｆａｍｉｌｙ »
⌘ Mother ⌘ Jennifer Moriarty [ née Stevens ]
⌘ Information ⌘ 34 years old at death, female, dead
⌘ Father ⌘ Haven Moriarty
⌘ Information ⌘ 36 years old at death, male, dead
⌘ Brother 1 ⌘ Jim Moriarty
⌘ Information ⌘ 33 years old, male, alive, single, consulting criminal
⌘ Brother 2 ⌘ James Moriarty
⌘ Information ⌘ 33 years old, male, alive, single
⌘ Brother 3 ⌘ Jackson Moriarty
⌘ Information ⌘ 29 years old, male, alive, single
« Ｒｅｌａｔｉｏｎｓｈｉｐｓ »
⌘ Sexuality ⌘ Biromantic-Asexual
⌘ Gender Orientation ⌘ Guys and Girls
⌘ Sexual Orientation ⌘ Guys
⌘ Crush ⌘ Unknown
⌘ Information ⌘ Unknown
⌘ Relationship Status ⌘ Single
⌘ Friends ⌘
- Greg Lestrade
- Sally Donavan
- Molly Hooper
- Philip Anderson
- Derek Johnson [ Landlord ]
- Mycroft Holmes
⌘ Enemies ⌘
- Her old gang leader
« Ｏｔｈｅｒｓ »
⌘ Zodiac sign ⌘ Scorpio
⌘ Chinese Zodiac sign ⌘ Dragon
⌘ Celtic tree Zodiac sign ⌘ Reed
⌘ Star sign ⌘ Scorpion
⌘ Birthstone ⌘ Yellow topaz; citrine
⌘ Birth-flower ⌘ Chrysanthemum
⌘ Element ⌘ Water
⌘ Planet ⌘ Pluto
⌘ Favorite Color ⌘ Black
⌘ Favorite Flower ⌘ Roses
⌘ Favorite Season ⌘ Winter
⌘ Hobbies ⌘
- Reading
- Running
- Solving Crimes
- Blogging
⌘ Skills ⌘
- IQ of 199
- Excellent at handling a gun
- Excellent at Hand to Hand combat
- Singing
- Writing
⌘ Theme Songs ⌘
BITE - Troye Sivan
I'll Show You - Justin Bieber
Love Yourself - Justin Bieber
Gahhhh! Yes! This is wonderful!! :DSo would you like to start or should I? :3
Could you start? and we are starting where she's coming to visit correct?
Yeah! Sure! Yep!Might be a few minutes, but I'm still here. :3
((Here you go! My starters tend to be kind of long...haha. :3)) A light, consistent drumming at the window and a familiar chill in the room - even beneath his blanket - woke a sleeping man and told him it was raining outside. At first he pulled his sheets tighter around himself as he rolled over, his dark, curly hair a mess, but quickly found himself unable to fall back asleep. How early was it anyways? Lazily opening his eyes, he glanced at his bedside clock to read the time. 7:14 am. It was time to be up anyways.
The man inhaled and stretched as he ran his long-fingered hands over his face, before he threw back his covers and got out of bed. A shower would wake him up. His eyebrows furrowed with grogginess, he opened his bedroom door and shuffled into the bathroom. The flat at 221 B Baker Street was quiet; John was still asleep, of course. Once in the shower, he welcomed the heat from the water running off his skin, but nonetheless made the shower a quick one, later retreating back to his bedroom with his towel round his waist so he could get dressed.
He decided on purple today, with his black pants. Dark blue overcoat? Check. Nothing wrong with blending in with the dark, calm atmosphere. After pulling on his socks, the man left his room a second time, only to find Mrs Hudson, his landlady, just arriving in his kitchen with a tray of tea and biscuits.
She smiled kindly and set the tray down on what room there was on the table. "Sherlock, dear," she greeted sweetly. "Sleep alright?"
Sherlock Holmes took a biscuit and simply gave her a smile before putting the bread between his lips. Mrs Hudson watched him go over to the living room to sit in his chair by the fireplace, which she'd lit while he showered. Sherlock sighed boredly as the older lady brought him a cup of tea. He glanced at the door as he sipped his tea, debating on whether he was bored enough to listen to person after person until he found an especially intriguing case.
"Is John up yet, dear?"
Mrs Hudson's smiling face of curiosity beamed over at him when he looked back over to her.
"Still asleep," he answered her, lifting the teacup to his lips again.
(( that's fine ))" Bored!" A woman shouts as she exits the office, she walks around the bullpen and looks over the shoulders of a few police officers who worked the third shift, she sighed and walked back to the office, she found Anderson there and scowled. " What the fuck do you want Anderson?" The woman demanded as she stood in the doorway, her hands on her hips, she checked her watch, 7:14 am, the man wasn't even supposed to be here yet. The man spun around, holding onto two coffee cups, one probably for her and one for him, she walked over and whisked the cup away from his hand, silently thanking him she went and sat down in the chair behind the desk. " I'll leave you to your work now," Anderson whispered as he left the room, his face holding a frown and a look of sadness in his eyes, that made the woman behind the desk roll her eyes, she hated when people gave her that look.
After finishing her coffee and checking the clues again, she smirked when she finally got the answer to her elongated problem. She stood and brought out her small pistol, she looked at the photo of her dead father and narrowed her eyes at it. She held the pistol up and shot multiple times into the wall, screams were heard from outisde the office, the woman shot the wall again and an man came in, screaming her name as he rushed over and ripped her gun from her, emptying the chambers before handing her the gun back, " Are you completely psychotic Haven Willow?!" the man screamed as he looked around the messy office of his. " Perhaps," was all Haven Willow said before she walked away from him, she gathered her things and walked out of the office and out of the Station, she called a cab and thought about where to go.
Subconsciously she said 221b Baker Street, the cab driver nodded and drove her there, upon arriving, Haven Willow hoped her cousin John Watson was awake and ready to handle her psychotic-ness. Haven paid the man and got out.
Mrs Hudson began to start a small plate for John, as the man was usually up not long after Sherlock. Once in a while, though, Sherlock would actually sleep in, and in those cases, the army doctor was up before him. Finishing his biscuit, he wiped his hands on the napkin he'd received with his drink, and looked around for the paper. Mrs Hudson would usually bring it up with the tea, and maybe, just maybe there was something interesting laying inside it. To his dismay, there was none. But to his luck, John's computer sat in his chair. Careful with his cup, he reached over and grabbed it. Password? Simple. The detective flipped it open and typed in a four letter word: Mary. His last one had been something along the lines of "afgan101," but at that time, John was in lower spirits about his past life. When would John learn that changing the password would do him little to no good?
As he skimmed through the news there, Sherlock listened to his surroundings, and paused when he heard a car stop outside. A client already? "Mrs Hudson, there's someone at the door."
She gave a confused expression, but went downstairs to go look.
Haven Willow scowled as people rudely pushed past her, Mycroft wouldn't dare let his employee be treated this way if he was present, she growled under her breath about people idiotic and blind. Haven made her way to the door that was labeled 221b and was about to knock on the door, she had her hand raised, but she paused something stopped her, she didn't know why but she lowered her hand and waited. Haven sighed softly as she rubbed her temples, she was beginning to think she was actually going Psychotic, which made her worry, she hoped she didn't become like her father, who had became psychotic when her mother had been kidnapped and killed. Haven hasn't seen her cousin in so long, she guessed her inner child wanted to see him again.
Sherlock waited upstairs as he heard the cab door close shortly after his landlady had walked out his flat door to head downstairs; she left it open, but this wasn't a big deal to him, especially if the client was just gonna walk in anyways. He continued his search as he sipped his tea.Mrs Hudson opened the door and peeked out with a welcoming smile. "Hello, dear. Here to see Sherlock?" Naturally it would be what she would assume, as the lady didn't recognize her as her own guest, and people rarely came for John. Well, all except for Mary, John's wife. If they came for Sherlock, John would see them too.
Haven blinked when the door opened in front of her, she noticed an old woman and guessed this must be Mrs. Hudson, Haven gave a small smile to the woman and said, " My name is Haven Moriarty, but please do not be alarmed, I am nothing like my brother," Haven said as she held out a hand, " I'm here to see John though, I can come back if he isn't up yet," Haven added as she kept her hand out to the woman in front of her.
The lady gave a start at her last name, the name that gave Sherlock so much trouble, that put him in so much danger. She didn't understand how he got joy from it! And because of that man, Sherlock had faked his death and disappeared for two years! Mrs Hudson smiled to her again but this time not as enthusiastically. "Ah, no... I'm afraid he isn't awake yet. I can go see for you if you'd like... One moment, please." Mrs Hudson closed the door and made her way back upstairs, muttering irritability to herself. "...of all the people...trouble again...I never...Sherlock would..."
Sherlock looked up from his nosing on the news when he heard his landlady return...without the client. She looked over to him, paused, and shook her head. "Solicitors," she told him breathlessly before taking the tea tray away, at least leaving some for John.
Liar, he thought to himself, then closed the computer and returned it to John's seat. Why would she lie? He moved to the window and peeked out the curtain down to the woman. Her features... No, he must be mistaken. But what if? The corner of his lip twitched with withheld anticipation for answers, and he quickly slipped on his shoes to go down to the door to investigate the situation himself. Before he opened the door, he took a glance out the peek hole on the door. Was it true? Could she be? Don't jump to conclusions; it's over - it's not coming back. Settling himself down again, he finally opened the door to stare down at the woman, Haven.
"Yes?" he greeted finally, if one could call it a greeting.
Haven smiled weakly and put her hand away when the woman didn't shake it, she pursued her lips into a thin line and waited outside the door, obviously Jackson told her all the wrong things, Haven knew her brother Jim tortured Sherlock mentally and a little physically, but that's all she knew, she sighed as she waited for the old woman to come back. But instead she got Sherlock himself, she raised her eyebrows and looked him up and down, he looked good, better then the lanky kid in college, she smirked, " Lovely to see you again Sherlock, I haven't seen you since college, anywho, Haven Moriarty if you don't remember, I came here to see my cousin John, haven't seen him since I was a child and I would love to see him again," Haven replied as she looked at the tall man. " Also, you should tell Mrs. Hudson that I am not like my brother, she shouldn't be quick to judge me like that just because of my last name, no offense of course, I know what my brother did to you," Haven said quietly, hoping that Sherlock hadn't heard that part.
He did his own looking, of course, but for clues about her. Extra information. When she mentioned her name, a smile grew on his face. "Of course," he stuck out his hand, then was suddenly confused when she mentioned John being her cousin. Come again?? "Ah...yes! Yes, of course. John should be awake any moment, if you'd come inside." He stepped to the side to let her through, his arm extended as an invite. "As far as Mrs Hudson goes, I'm sure she didn't mean any harm. I can only assume the...name, tipped her off. She tends to enjoy looking out for us. John and I. This way." He proceeded to lead her up the stairs.
Haven cursed to herself when she realized Sherlock heard her about what she said about Mrs. Hudson, " Of course, my own landlord is like that, anywho, if you are wonder, my mother was John's aunt, therefore his mother is my aunt and whatever," Haven said as she followed Sherlock inside, she shut the door behind herself and followed Sherlock up the stairs, he seemed way too cheerful. " Alright you seem way too cheerful about me being here, did you deduce that I was going to be here or did you read the text I sent to John's phone?" Haven asked as she looked at the backside of Sherlock, she had to admit that the backside was better looking then the front side.
He listened to what she said as he walked through his door, but he said nothing about it. He'd remember to ask John about it later, however... And cheerful? Was that the correct word? "Neither," he answered honestly as he sat himself back down in his chair and reclaimed his tea. "Much like Mrs Hudson, it's your name that gets me." Was she up to something? "Intrigued, more like." She was obviously smart - he'd gathered this from before - but to what capacity? The Moriarty he knew kept him on his toes, kept his mind busy. What would she do?
Haven frowned when she realized one of her deductions were wrong, but she shrugged, she followed up to the flat, and watched as he sat himself in his chair and started drinking his tea. She scoffed, " If you are trying to deduce me Sherlock Holmes, it won't be as easy as you think, I'm not so open with my emotions like my dear brother," Haven said as she reached over and gently took Sherlock's cup of tea into her hands, she took a drink of his tea using the opposite side from where he took a drink from. She smiled softly, " Hmm....I've had better tea, flavor wise," Haven said as she handed Sherlock his tea back, not bothering to wipe off where she just took a drink. Haven took a biscuit from the tray and began munching on it as she received a text, she rolled her eyes, " Remind me to kill your brother later, he's getting way too overprotective lately, like he's expecting a child any day," Haven muttered as she brought her phone out and then put it away again. Haven was getting impatient, " If that arse doesn't get up, I'm going to wake him up like I did as a child, and it isn't a pretty sight," Haven said outloud.
((Dammit, shoulda kept most of that XD Okay, I'll try putting back what I had. Obviously not word for word, but. :) ))
(( okay, that's fine :)....sorry about all this, I'm a perfectionist when it comes to role playing Sherlock RPs ))
((Haha no, it's okay. I was GONNA copy what I had just in case, but I didn't. My fault lol But that's fine with me! The perfectionist thing. I get that way about being the characters. I may have to watch an episode soon, just to get back proper character feel; I feel like I'm a bit off, even if he IS just intrigued.))
(( Lol I get what you're saying, I've been rewatching the episodes just to get the feel of all the characters if I ever happened to stumble upon Sherlock rps XD ))
((I gotta rewatch the episodes just cause it's FINALLY starting back up again. XD I get OCD about being the Doctor from Doctor Who too. So I also watch episodes of that to get proper feel. Glad you get what I mean though haha))Her actions instantly reminded him of someone...a certain dominatrix. Irene would have made a move like that without question. He pushed the woman - literally - from his thoughts and stared down at his cup he'd just gotten back, debating on whether or not it could be poisoned, if she were just immune to whatever she would give him. Was it or wasn't it? Did he or didn't he want to know? Thinking about it, he doubted she'd pull something like that if she were here to see John, which she clearly was, judging by her expressions from before. And as of now, her comments.
He finished the cuppa and set it aside a bit stiffly at his brother's name. Mycroft knew about her too? Of course the world would be against him. But why didn't his brother tell him anything about this?? "Yes... He gets like that," he answered under his breath, not really caring if she heard or not. He chose to ignore her comment about waking John. He wasn't sure whether to be protective of his friend - much like his brother, not that he'd admit it - or to let his curiosity get the better of him.
Of course, his curiosity won and he remained silent.
((You please, if it isn't too much to ask. ^^; His character is kinda hard for me; he's a bit too mellow, if that makes sense. I can always try my hand at him if you ever need a break though!))
Haven saw Sherlock stiffen and she laughed, " Oh dear me, Mycroft didn't tell you? He and I dated in college, but it wasn't working out so we're just friends, anyways, excuse me while I go wake up my cousin, do you have any freaky things around? He's easily gets scared," Haven said as she stood up, ready to go wake John up. Haven loved waking her cousin, it was funny and she always recorded his reactions, she used it as blackmail. (( okay ))
He gave her a cautious stare, not liking what he was hearing. His mind sat processing what he'd just heard (and what he hadn't) while he watched her stand. Freaky things? Of course he did. "Fridge," he answered bluntly, nodding to it. His brother did one hell of a job keeping him in the dark about the Moriarty family being larger than he'd originally known. John too, for that matter... But why? Thinking it would protect him?? Bah... In the fridge he had two or three organs sitting in large testing flasks in different solutions. Some covered, some not. In one he had eyeballs, covered and not in anything. Backstock. There were also a small bag of fingers. More backstock. "Leave the top shelf," he instructed, not wanting his experiments ruined.
" I don't think I would want to touch those, experiments are not to be touched depending on what they are, I do my own at home," Haven said as she walked into the kitchen of the flat and walked over to the fridge and began rummaging, she smirked, " Hmm the eyeball killer, ah great story I made up," Haven murmured as she grabbed the jar of eyeballs, she unscrewed the jar and took out two eyeballs, she looked over her shoulder at Sherlock, " Want to come see John's reaction?" Haven asked, 'sweetly'.
Good. His experiments were safe. But she did her own? Curious. "No, they aren't," he agreed, making sure his point was clear just in case anyways. She was bold enough to take his tea, after all. So she went for the eyeballs? He was hoping she'd have gone for the fingers, as he really liked the eyeballs too, but too late now. They were more or less already contaminated. He'd just snag more from Molly Hooper anyways. His phone buzzed.
"Eventful morning?" it read. Mycroft.
He narrowed his eyes some at his phone and about put his phone away without answering before it buzzed again.
"She's quite like you. Decided to blast holes through Lestrade's office walls..."
Sherlock decided to make a response. And a short one at that.
"SHUT UP -SH"
What did it matter to him what she did? He looked back to her and tucked the phone away again when she invited him to watch. "Busy," he answered, picking the laptop back up again and opening it.
(( That is going to probably be my favorite thing Mycroft said in this entire role-play XD ))Haven glanced over at Sherlock and nodded with a small smile on her face, she glanced down at the eyeballs in her hand, she furrowed her eyebrows and then opened the fridge and reached for the fingers, for a moment she grimaced at the thought, remembering her childhood, she grunts and grabs the fingers anyways. " I'll be waking up John, I apologize in advance for the screaming," Haven said as she walked away from the kitchen and down to the bedroom where she deduced John resided, she smirked as she looked into the room, where John was fast asleep.
Haven was a little put down that Sherlock hadn't want to come with her, but she figured Mycroft was being an arse again, since he always seems to complain about his brother not listening to him, in which she always counters: ' He's not your puppet, he's also not your slave, you can't make him do what you want when you want him to do it, he's not a normal person Mycroft Holmes'. Of course a Mycroft always ignores her, Haven pushed the thought away and walked into John's room, the floor board creaked lightly under her weight and the made the man in the bed flinch, Haven held her breath and waited until the man still again.
Haven moved forward again, making sure to avoid all creaky floorboards, she came to stand at the edge of John's bed and placed the eyeballs in the correct spot and the fingers in their rightful areas, she then lightly blew on John's ear and the man stirred, he smelled something oddly familiar but couldn't quite place his finger on it, he heard breathing and that slightly worried him, he sat up and looked around, seeing no one. Haven was hiding in the shadows of the room, holding ear phone up, getting a good view of John as the whole thing began to unravel, John yawned and reached over to turn off the alarm that began going off, he pressed down on the button and felt something wet and sticky, he grimaced and figured it was probably just some juice he accidentally spilled all over it, he stood up out of bed and suddenly knocked onto the nightstand beside his bed, he gasped as something cold and clammy touched his foot, he turned his light on and let out the most girlish scream ever, " HAVEN WILLOW MORIARTY! YOU COMPLETE ARSE! WHAT ARE YOU EVEN DOING HERE AT 221B! UGH! I WISH WE WEREN'T RELATED!" John Watson shouted and a string of curse words followed as he watched the 29 year old consulting criminologist collapse on the floor, laughing so hard, holding onto a phone with a video playing of the entire thing.
John stormed off and walked to the living room in a shirt and boxer shorts, he looked at Sherlock and glared at him, " You let her use your stuff?" John demands, he walked over to where the tea was set down and picked up his cup, it was untouched, he frowned, " Did you let her drink from your cup?" John asked curiously, since whenever she was younger she would always drink from his cups. John grabbed a biscuit and sat down across from Sherlock, awaiting his answer.
((Hahaha right?? XD I can just picture Mycroft's face! Bahaha! I also found her defending Sherlock kinda cute lol Cause obviously no one really does.))While he waited to hear from John in the other room, Sherlock sat and watched John's computer screen with an unamused expression. Who did Mycroft think he was, saying she was like him just because she shot up Lestrade's office?? The most he'd done was fire a few shots at the flat's wall because he was bored. Never did it again, but only because Mrs Hudson forbade him to. He sighed and closed out a tab to find a different case.
Boring.
Boring.
Solved.
Dull.
What's this? Never mind...
John's shouts brought him back up from the computer and he couldn't help but fight back a quick-fading smirk; it was gone before John stomped into the room. "I did, yes," he answered. "Your tea was getting cold. And I think it's fair to call it repayment, don't you?" Sherlock gave him a sarcastic smile and let his gaze go to John's room where Haven was still laughing. He returned his attention to the page he was on as John sat down. "And I wouldn't say I let her, she just did."
(( Awe I know right ^-^ poor Sherlock hasn't found any love yet but in this role-play he will ^^ ))Haven heard John talking to Sherlock and decided to go and listen to them as she grabbed the eyeballs and fingers and went back to the kitchen, where she tossed the contaminated eyeballs and fingers, she then smirked at John. " You weren't up when I came, so I decided to wake you," Haven said, announcing her presence.
John glanced up as he took a drink of his cold tea, he had raised an eyebrow at Sherlock, " Well first off Sherlock, did it bother you when she did that? Why didn't you tell not to do it?" John asked as he then turned to his cousin, he furrowed his eyebrows and glared at her, " As for you Haven, you could have just woken me up like a normal person would," John said as she came over and basically sat on his lap, not caring one bit, John didn't plan to move her, he knew she'd go right back up on his lap if he did, so he left her there and just drank his tea and ate a biscuit.
" I shot up Lestrade's walls again," Haven said nonchalantly as she reached for a biscuit, John spit out his tea, getting it all over Haven, who didn't seem to notice, " What?! Again! You've got to be kidding me! Lestrade comes complaining to me that some girl I know keeps shooting up his walls, I didn't know it was you until Sherlock deduced a few weeks ago that it was one of my relatives," John said as he set down his tea cup. Haven just smirked, " I was bored John, what do you expect me to do when I'm bored?" Haven asked. John face palmed, " I knew it, I bloody knew it, you are just like Sherlock," John muttered as he pushed Haven off, he didn't think he could deal with her and Sherlock at the moment.
((Yep! The hard part will be getting to that stage XD We both know Sherlock lol. I definitely think her last name helps though; gives him something to be interested in to begin with. It'll be fun though!))Sherlock's phone buzzed again as John and his cousin spoke, so he took the opportunity to check it. He knew it was Mycroft again before he even looked.
"No need to get angry. What difference does it make what her name is?"
Sherlock ignored this one. If there was indeed no difference then why did his brother hide it? Mycroft was obviously curious about her too, whether they'd dated in college or not. Things could change. Unless that information was something he'd wanted to hide. He put the phone away as he answered John. He tilted his head to the side as if to think on it a moment, then avoided eye contact. The only thing that remotely bothered him about it was how it had reminded him of Irene. Other than that...no. Why? His curiosity was fullfilled. He answered the second part of his questions vocally. "As I said, she just did. Was I supposed to break a cup or spill tea over it?"
Sherlock watched the two interact quietly. When she brought up Lestrade's walls, he wasn't even surprised. "Must have deserved it," he commented under his breath, standing and going over to his desk to look for a few things, though he continued to listen in. Yes, she was a relative. He figured as much out before. But still, the fact she was a Moriarty and John didn't say... Unless he just didn't know. But how could he not? He sighed to himself and held up a piece of paper to see if it was what he was looking for. He paused to listen more intently when she mentioned shooting up the walls again...because she was bored. He slowly put the paper down and looked at John with quote the serious expression. "Oh, shut up..." Sherlock really didn't like the fact John was starting to sound like Mycroft. As if he needed another one of those. "Shut up. Shut up." Perhaps he'd go out for breakfast this morning. To clear his head and think things over. And perhaps a cigarette would do him good... He stared at the two for a moment and made up his mind. "I'm going out," he said bluntly, then grabbed his coat and scarf and walked out the door. He put them on as he went down the stairs before he let himself out. He knew just the place to go...
(( Indeed it will be )) Haven felt offended, she stood there, drenched in tea. " Like Sherlock?! How dare you! Haven Willow Moriary jr. is not like Sherlock Holmes!" Haven shouted as she stared down Sherlock, she heard the sound of Sherlock's phone, " Oh bloody hell Sherlock tell him to leave you alone for once," Haven snarled, she didn't mean to, but John touched a nerve.
John furrowed his eyebrows when Sherlock answered, and then chuckled half-heartedly when the curly haired man said Lestrade's walls must have deserved it. John was about to say something to Sherlock when he told him to shut up, he did and watched at the man got up and grabbed his coat and scarf.
" I'll go make sure he doesn't do anything stupid John," Haven said quietly as she hurried to go and catch up with Sherlock, " Holmes! Hold on a moment!" Haven called out, seeing the curly haired man.
Sherlock heard Haven's displeasure just as he closed the downstairs door to leave. He sighed, free to think, free to breathe. The rain had ceased, at least. Taking a quick look around, he then made his way down the stairs and made a right. He wouldn't take a cab today, he decided. He didn't get far when he heard Haven call out to him. The man sighed and closed his eyes for a moment, but didn't slow. Maybe he'd get lucky and she'd leave him alone. Maybe. In hopes it would work, he went on to the next block and crossed the street to the opposite side. This way was faster anyways. If she still decided to tag along, perhaps he could wean in a cigarette before she came along and tattled to her cousin. He ignored a few staring eyes as he went about his way.
Haven rolled her eyes and hurried up, she was still covered in tea and the wind wasn't really helping, yet that didn't stop Haven as she hurried to catch up with the curly haired detective. " William Sherlock Scott Holmes!" Haven shouted, hoping to catch his attention this time, she would have to thank Mycroft later for telling her Sherlock's full name. Haven watched Sherlock's backside, smirking to herself before shaking the thought out of her head, she watched Sherlock, hoping the name would slow him down, she wasn't as fast as Sherlock.
((Bahaha love it! XD))His full name caught his ears and he halted on the spot. Not so he'd make it appear like she could tell him what to do, but so he could sigh heavily and tilt his head back to the sky to close his eyes irritability. He opened his eyes again and turned on his heel to face her, his expression very unamused. He wouldn't bother asking where she got the name... Mycroft would have been glad to spill. "In God's name, what do you want that could be so important that you had to spell out my name?" And damn it all, he was so close to this destination. Was she here to steal some of his breakfast now too?
Haven smiled, she reached into her back pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, " Need a smoke Holmes? Don't worry I won't tattle on you, I mean I smoke myself and John has yet to notice," Haven said as she held a cigarette out to Sherlock, " Also I'm supposed to make sure you don't do anything stupid, I won't ever use your full name again," Haven said apologetically.
When she pulled out her pack of cigarettes, his desires for his dose of nicotine swelled, but he remained calm. He eyed her carefully as he took the smoke from her; it wasn't everyday someone did something against what he'd predicted. "I'm fairly sure John would consider this something stupid," he answered her plainly, sticking it between his lips as he dug into his pockets for his box of matches. Yes, matches. He figured if John ever found them it wouldn't raise any suspicion as a lighter would. He found it and struck it, then lit it. After taking a long inhale, he sighed, sounding more relaxed from before. He was sure to make the smoke go over her head. Normally he probably wouldn't care if he got it in her face, but she offered it to begin with, and said she wouldn't tell. He wasn't risking anything. "Pleased to hear it," he addressed to her apology, not caring for anyone using his full name.
Haven put her cigarettes away and watched Sherlock for a few moments, she walked around him like a tiger stalking its prey, she narrowed her eyes and smirked as she concluded her internal deductions. " Listen, I've got to get going, Lestrade's going to text me in a few moments to get down to the station, if you need something to get rid of the smell, I suggest spraying yourself with this," Haven said as she brought out her cologne, " it belonged to my landlord, but I'm sure he won't miss it, he has thousands, but in order for John not to notice the scent, spray that, also if you ever need a break from John's complaining or a break from your brother, come find me, I'm pretty sure you'll find out where I live," Haven said as she handed Sherlock her cologne, she shoved it into his hands before dashing off, hailing a cab and disappearing inside it.
Sherlock allowed her to dance around him, though kept the corner of his eye on her. What was it all for? Why be so kind but then jest like a fox? He wasn't sure yet, but he held his tongue. All would be revealed eventually. He inhaled another dose as she mentioned Lestrade. As far as the cologne he was passed, he wasn't sure what to do with it, so he stuffed it in his pocket. John would notice one or the other, and if he noticed the cologne, he'd ask questions. He took another long drag as he watched her leave, and watched the car vanish through the smoke drifting in his face. This would be the first of many visits, he just knew it, but he was unsure whether to dread it or welcome the new curiosity. Once at the corner restaurant, he finished what he dared of the cigarette, then dropped it and stomped it out, hoping the smell of the outdoors and the smell of food would wash away what smell would be on him before he returned to Baker Street.
As Sherlock sat next to a window enjoying his free breakfast, he found he still had issues clearing his mind. Her invitation to visit when he 'needed a break' didn't help in the least, only brought back his thought from before, about her coming off as kind but then would jest. Why? Was she or wasn't she like her brother? Only time would tell...
Once back at 221B, Sherlock stripped off his jacket and scarf, and plopped himself back into his chair with a semi relaxed sigh. He was beginning to wish a client would walk through the door to distract him completely.
Haven entered Lestrade's office, " I thought you hated me," Haven said as she sat herself in one of the chairs, Lestrade had his face in his hands, " Haven? Oh good, did I interrupt anything?" Lestrade asked, a knowing look on his face and that made Haven gag. " What the hell is wrong with you Lestrade? Of course you didn't interrupt anything! I was only hanging with Sherlock for bit," Haven muttered as she brought out her phone, she knew Mycroft was a bit close to Greg, perhaps he could knock some sense into the man. ' Deal with Greg for me, I've got too much on my mind and he's only making things worse, perhaps if you do this I'll talk to that hot girl you like so much but can't seem to muster a word to,' - HM
" Haven! Weren't you listening?!" Greg screamed as he stood from his desk, hands face down, he glared at Haven. Haven rolled her eyes and stared at him, " Why am I here Greg?" Haven muttered as she looked at her nails, the walls, basically anything to take her mind off things, she had something at home she needed to take care of. " Yes, I was telling you about a case I saw on your blog, I think you should really take a look at it, bring in some help if you need it," Lestrade said as he showed Haven the case he was talking about, Haven took his phone and looked at it, reading it quickly without a problem, she tossed him his phone back and stood up, " Sherlock has nothing to do with that case Greg, don't think such preposterous things," Haven said as she walked out, Greg staring after her, it still baffled him that his friend was so much like Sherlock Holmes in a different more pleasing way.
((Brainstorm time! :D If that's okay. I was thinking of having someone come in to see Sherlock, the same person who gave that case to Lestrade, because they're unsure if they would be able to do anything. Question is: what's something we could do that might have the two run into each other again?))
(( That's fine with me actually, and to answer your question: perhaps the client could go to Haven too and perhaps both Sherlock and Haven take up the case without knowing the other one is on the case and they both decide to check out the crime scene a few days after the police are done with it and all so when they both go to check it out, they see each other? ))
((Bahaha yes!! So it works, Sherlock could turn the case down at first, causing them to go to Haven. But he takes it on anyways, figuring he was the only one they went to, considering people usually go to him when the Yard fails.))
(( Yay! That sounds good then, want to begin where the client goes to Sherlock first? ))
((Sure! Want me to be the client? What should the case be?))
(( I don't think I can be Sherlock that well, so is it fine if I'm the client and then when the client goes to Haven we switch roles? Also as for the case I was thinking Queen of England goes missing or perhaps one of the royal children goes missing and the only trace of them is a phone call and a ominous note that arrived every week on the same day with a different threat angled at either Sherlock or Haven ^_^ ))
((That's what i was thinking :3 Ah, hell yeah! :D I think a child - challenge Sherlock's compassion :3))
(( ;) Also I think a child would be a good idea too, challenges Haven's empathy and sympathy ^_^ ))
