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[Starting to let his boredom get the better of him, Holmes had headed to the library in search of mental stimulation. He had been pretty much stagnating in his room, not knowing what to do with himself. He was no longer burning, which was a plus. But there were no cases interesting enough or intellectually satisfying enough for him to really sink his teeth into. It had been, in his opinion, childs play. All the silly murders, kidnappings...the Manor seemed on par with London Town.

Pushing the door shut with his foot, Holmes pulls his hands out of the pockets of his dressing gown as he goes to the crime section, running his fingers over the spines and occasionally pulling a book out; specifically, those on unsolved cases. Stopping his collection at 6 books, he spreads them out on the floor and opens the first one, before getting his pen out of his pocket and starting to read over the pages.

**Several hours later**

The books are now all opened, some with pages torn out, but all with notes and scribbles madly drawn across them. But, Holmes seems more at ease, happy even. To his right are four of the books, all closed - if anyone were to ask, these were the cases or mysteries he's solved, or narrowed down suspects to]

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[If anyone was to wander into the pool area, they'd meet Holmes, who's happily doing laps. When he stops now and then, it's apparent that he seem's to be steaming. He doesn't seem too bothered; he hadn't actually known there was a pool until now, and he'd never been happier to see a body of water.

For the past few days, he's been randomly bursting into flames, and had already left some rather lovely burned-in footprints in the carpets. It was irritating, if anything; he couldn't fall asleep anywhere 'flammable', he couldn't eat at his own pace for fear of his food becoming charcoal. And, of course, he couldn't read or go over cases or files...

It was safe to say he'd be spending a lot of time in the general pool area.]

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[As soon as Holmes had woken up, he'd been met with the sight of a name etched across his ceiling; 'Wallace'. He'd met him once or twice, and he could only assume that, since it was Christmas the following week, Wallace was the one he was to buy a gift for.

So, a large brunch and one new overcoat later, and Holmes had set off, looking for presents and trying to remember anything distinctive about Wallace that would help said search]

((Feel free to bump into him~))

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[Anyone in the garden may well run into Holmes, for once dressed appropriately for the weather. However, on the ground near him is a small pile of extra clothes. And their intended use soon becomes apparent. Placing small rocks and pebbles onto the newly built snowmans face, using the lighter toned ones for a moustache and the darker ones for eyes etc, Holmes is whistling to himself.

He then bends down and picks up a tan waistcoat, wrapping it around the torso of his creation. A neckerchief, walking stick positioned next to stick arms and a top hat later, Holmes steps back to examine his work. Going back, he arranges the rock eyebrows so they're pointing down, giving the snow man a comically grumpy expression.]

What is it, John~? Cold are you? Well there's no need to look so bad tempered~

Current Mood: amused

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[Shiki appears on the feed, with a clutter, the blackberry fell from his pocket and seems to be surrounded by Kishin. He has a rapier in hand which he would complain about, but he was getting too big of a kick from slicing and dicing the monsters at hand. For once a challenge, something new for him to test his strength against - This was what he lived for, all he lived for anymore. The rush, the adrenaline thrill of knowing that you were stronger than anything else. Holmes didn't seem to be complaining either, then again he assumed it was because he was in such close contact with another. Either that or he had his 'eyes' wrenched shut and was just hoping for this all to end soon.

No matter how many the man had slain more and more seemed to gather, obviously lower strength drones. It was quite rapidly becoming a sea of small red souls rather than monsters. As eventually the constant crowd of Kishin became reduced to the final opponent.

He stared at it for a long time as it jerked around as though it was experiencing spasms whilst all joints were dislocated before he sliced it diagonally across the chest, watching it fall to the ground before exploding into another red soul.]

Well, what are you waiting for? Devour them and we'll move onto the next batch.

[He stabs the rapier into the ground and waits for it to turn back into Holmes.]

Current Mood: energetic

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[Holmes is already sat in a small, street corner cafe, looking very content with life. So the Author did like to treat them nicely every so often? Sipping his coffee, he sits back in his chair, and closes his eyes, enjoying the sounds of the French capital. He alreayd knew he was going to enjoy this week..~]

((Come and Le Bug him~!))

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No, Watson! Don't eat that!!- Watson no! That's only for display!!

[Anyone watching will see Holmes hurrying around his room, skillfully avoiding obstacles whilst grabbing at any of the 45 or so Tribbles he can see. All of varying colours, the little bastards had gotten into his shoes, his violin, his books and his casefiles. Holmes, who was at first taken in by them (he affectionately named every single one of them Watson.) is now somewhat at his wits end; until he gets an idea.

Treading carefully over to one of his drawers, he pulls out a small orange bottle. These just happen to be sedatives - not strong enough for Holmes' liking, but enough to knock the buggers out for a while. Going to the happy-centre of Tribble Ville, Holmes tips out a small pile of the pills onto the floor, and backs away as a few of them take the bait. He does this several more times at different points in the room, before backing over to the wall, picking up his violin as he does so.

Plucking at the stirngs, he watches with large eyes as the drugs take effect]

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[Holmes was only heading to the music room when he suddenly found himself tripping over something, his violin and bow sent flying. He lands heavily, but with a swift recovery]

What on Earth was-

[When he actually see's what he fell over, his eyes widen in surprise. A Jack 'O' Lantern is lolling on it's side, staring at him, the candle no longer lit. Holmes tilts his head at it]

Well aren't you odd looking...then again, I suppose I'd look a little disgruntled if I found myself to be carved pumpkin.

[He then frowns as he picks himself up, setting the Latern back upright, and retrieveing his violin]

..Is it really October already..? Hmm..

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[If anyone has an open window, or happens to be wandering around outside, there's a good chance that they'll hear a certain song being played.

Holmes is sat in the very centre of the hedgemaze, playing slowly and carefully. After all this talk of vampires and people being bitten, he'd taken his violin and his pipe, and had gone outside for afew hours. He'd only chosen the hedgemaze because he himself had managed to figure it out, and it felt cut off from the rest of the Manor like no other place on the grounds]

((Holmes is human, and he's just showered, so he's nice and clean too~

That was completely irrelevant, but I figured I may as well give updates on when he cleans himself, since it rarely happens..sorta like Christmas...every December you may a big deal about it, becuase you know it won't happen again for a good few months >_>))

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[The feed is fuzzy at first, but when it becomes clear, it'll show Holmes' face pretty close up, as if he's in an enclosed space. For anyone paying attention, they'll see his pupils are large and dilated, and upon closer inspection, it's apparent that he's under his bed. His breathing is shallow and fast, and his eyes flick around, before focusing on the blackberry]

Alright..I'm very..very much aware that other people watch this strange, strange device..which will prove more than useful when I state my next point-

[He stops, as if he believes he's been discovered, before continuing]

There, is a man..there is a man, in my bedroom, and I have reason to believe he is Charles Darwin. A fascinating man but not when he is in my bedroom. As a matter of fact, he may have left...but he might not have..that would be bad..if anyone else is experiencing such an experience, then, I can deduce with confidence that the Author is merely playing her games..and if not..then..I still have a man in my bedroom. Assistance isn't necessary but would be appreciated.

[The feed cuts rather clumsily]

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[After his run in with the man in black, Holmes had been a little put out at how badly he had defended himself. So, after cleaning the wounds Shiki inflicted on him, Holmes had headed to the Manors gym.

Once there, he had removed his shirt and taken his blackberry out of his pocket, throwing them both to the side. The impact hit the 'video feed' button, so anyone who happens to be watching will see the detective sizing up the punching bag hanging from the middle of the ceiling. Flexing his fingers before balling his hands into fists, he begins a one sided fist fight, seeming to get faster and hit harder with every passing minute.]

Feel free to interuppt, or bug him, but if you challenge him he'll most likely say no

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[For once, as soon as he'd woken up, Holmes had headed to the showers instead of the kicthen or his violin. Two weeks without one was pushing it, even for him. So, an hour later, and he emerges from the bathroom down the hall from his room, squeaky clean and wrapped in a towel from the waist down]

Anyone is free to physically bump into him and make him transform~!

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[Holmes had been keeping himself to himself for about 4 days now. He was used to not eating, so that hadn't been a problem. Nor had keeping warm - the apartment he'd been staying in until a few days ago had belonged to a man about his age, and therefore Holmes had taken it upon himself to borrow some winter clothes. On his way to the safe house he'd also come across a small food store, where he'd boosted his supply of much needed cigarettes.

Now sat in his corner of the safe house, wrapped in a big fur coat and a small pile of cigarette butts to his right, Holmes tries to stave off the cold with mental stimulation - an out dated newspaper in his hands, several books sat to his left.]

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[After waking up in what appeared to be a half destroyed building, Holmes hurriedly pulled on thejacket he'd found nearby, before heading back into the city, trying to find the safehouse once again. He had been enjoying the food and the rest, and hadn't appreciated waking up half frozen]

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[Anyone going down this particular road might just find Holmes, sitting against a wall, looking in less than great condition. After his escapades with whatever drugs he took a day or so before, his system is in turmoil. Severaly dehydrated and incredibly confused and stressed out, whoever finds him will find him looking pale and very ill. His clothes are filthy, which begs the question of where he just spent the past 24 hours. He sure as hell can't remember..]

Current Mood: sick

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[Needless to say, the detective has no idea what's going on or where he is. However, after the rather heavy use of a certain drug a mere 2 hours ago, his mind was a little in over drive. This will show in his body language as he stumbles down the asphalt road, his eyes flicking over the new surroundings like a high child in a candy store. Everthing was bigger, more clear, any colour that could be salvaged more apparent. Even when he trips over himself and lands roughly on the ground, he simply rolls onto his back, his breathing heavy and quick. With a quickened heart rate, and looks at the sky and tops of the buildings with new found curiousity. His brows suddenly knit together, his hands going up above his chest, as if reaching for something not there..]

..not in London...I'm not in...not in London....

[Anyone who finds him will see him in this position, pretty incoherant. And a little sweaty. >_>;;]

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[His Stu had caused nothing but stress for the past several days; moving things around his room, following him around, always insisting on standing that little too close.All small, petty things to most, but for Holmes they were actions that he couldn't tolerate for much longer. Having used a small amount of something or other, his alleged Brother was now unconcious on the floor of the bedroom.

Holmes had headed outside, in need of space, in need of peace. He'd brought his violin with him simply by accident, as he'd bee carrying it with him when his Stu had...become incapacitated. Tuning the instrument as he walked, when he next looked up he saw he was surrounded by high hedges. Turning around, he was met with the same sight. He frowns to himself, literally having no idea where he could be. So, he continues on, a little more cautiously this time.

After an hour he caves, and slumps down in the brightest spot he could find under the moonlight. Thinking for a moment, he places the violin on his shoulder, and begins to play. He doesn't seem to notice how close he is to the house, nor does he seem to care if he wakes anyone. He hadn't had a case for weeks, he had no games or puzzles, or Watson or London. Nothing. Nothing but his music.]

Current Mood: aggravated

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[After fiddling around with his blackberry in an attempt to familiarize himself with it, Holmes managed to turn on the video feed. For anyone watching, it'll show him sat cross legged on the floor, surrounded by books that he may or may not have stolen from the library. All of them are open, papers from his desk strewn as far as the video will show. In the corner, his Gary Stu is sat, tied (rather comically) to a chair, thick rope wrapped almost completely around. He's been gagged, which would account for Holmes' calm state. Taking a long drag from his pipe, Holmes picks up one of the papers, frowns, and scribbles a note down on a crumpled piece of paper. His Gary Stu makes a mumbled noise, to which Holmes replies rather cheerfully with..]

Yes, I quite agree.

[The Stu rolls his eyes in an exasperated fashion. Holmes continues rifling through notes and the books, placing his pipe down and picking up his violin in the process, plucking out a little tune as he thinks]

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[After a very long and stressful day of dealing with his alleged 'Brother', Holmes had locked himself in his bedroom - something he was well accustomed to doing. With the curtains blocking out the sunlight, he had sat in the corner of the room furthest from the door, trying to ignore the constant knocking on his door. With a migraine building and his stress levels rising, Holmes had soon found his violin. Plucking at the course stirngs with his fingers, as the knocking and shouting continued, he sped up, trying to block it out. When he wanted to be left alone, he generally meant it, and having this fraudster bothering him 24/7 wasn't helping him.

After about 20 minutes of this, he noticed that his fingers were bloodied and sore, so he crawls over to the bed, grabs the bow from underneath, and begins to play a hardened, faster version of Vivaldi's 'storm' - the loudness of the music drowns out the calling form outside the door

By the time he's played it through several times, he's visibly shaking, both from frustration and from aching arms]

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[The feed shows Holmes sat in the corner of his room, his violin held tightly in his hands, as a child would to a favourite toy]

No, you may not 'touch it', or 'see it', or indeed 'play it' - and I don't know who you are but I'd appreciate it if you left me alone--

Come now, Holmes - don't you remember me? You must do~

[A tall, well dressed man steps in view of the feed. He's nosing through Holmes' things, pushing papers aside and picking up bottles. This in itself is starting to get to Sherlock, who slowly gets to his feet, his eyes trained on the strange man who entered his bedroom without asking.]

You do know that what you've been drinking is meant for eye surgery?

[His smile is cocky and smug, whilst Holmes' expression falls flat; he recalls Watson one saying that to him, and he suddenly scowls, and shoves the other man away from his desk. They both exit the feed, one protesting and the other angrily insistant, before the door slams shut, and the lock is pushed across..]

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youwear-ajacket.livejournal.com - Case 20 ○•○ Holmes ○•○ My mind rebels at stagnation [In person]
youwear-ajacket.livejournal.com - Case 19 ○•○ Holmes ○•○ I'm on fire [In person]
youwear-ajacket.livejournal.com - Case 18 ○•○ Holmes ○•○ [In person]
youwear-ajacket.livejournal.com - Case 17 ○•○ Holmes ○•○ Always nice to see you Watson..[In person]
p3rfect-kill3r.livejournal.com - Ampoule 08 - [Accidental Video] // If you were me, could you defend the given rights of man?
youwear-ajacket.livejournal.com - Case 16 ○•○ Holmes ○•○ [In person]
youwear-ajacket.livejournal.com - Case 13 ○•○ Holmes ○•○ [Accidental Video]
youwear-ajacket.livejournal.com - Case 12 ○•○ Holmes ○•○ [In person]
youwear-ajacket.livejournal.com - Case 11 ○•○ Holmes ○•○ Shumsky in the hedgemaze [In person]
youwear-ajacket.livejournal.com - Case 10 ○•○ Holmes ○•○ High and Haunted[Video]
youwear-ajacket.livejournal.com - Case 007 :: Sherlock Holmes :: Dancin' with myself [Accidental video]
youwear-ajacket.livejournal.com - Sherlock Holmes - None the wiser, always the wisest
youwear-ajacket.livejournal.com - Pripyat, Day 13 : Sherlock Holmes - The safe house
youwear-ajacket.livejournal.com - Holmes - Day - The reactor core (or lack thereof)
youwear-ajacket.livejournal.com - Case 006, Pripyat Day 3: Holmes
youwear-ajacket.livejournal.com - Case 005 : Pripyat :: Sherlock Holmes
youwear-ajacket.livejournal.com - 005 :: Holmes & the hedgemaze [Accidental video]
youwear-ajacket.livejournal.com - 005 :: Sherlock Holmes - Solution to Gary Stu [Accidental video]
youwear-ajacket.livejournal.com - 004: Sherlock Holmes - escape from the Gary Stu - Vivaldi
youwear-ajacket.livejournal.com - 003 - Holmes meet's his Gary Stu [Accidental Video]

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