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After the very short cab trip, Louise stepped out of the car, and waltzed up to the flat front door. She took out a key from her camera, and unlocked the door. Her land lord was obviously out, he would normally be cleaning something, whether it be in the main area, or in his own room. Turning towards the door on the left, she twisted the knob a bit, and the door opened easily. Louise took a step inside the room, then motioned for Sherlock to follow her in. Claire was still there, dead, but still there. She didn't expect her room mate to be gone, but, there was something missing in the room. She spotted it quickly, but didn't react to it at all.
"Well, here you are..." Louise grumbled, as she sat down on one of the chairs, and looked around the room a bit more, observing some items which had shifted.
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"Well, here you are..." Louise grumbled, as she sat down on one of the chairs, and looked around the room a bit more, observing some items which had shifted.
[ if you need more information, just let me know.]
favours.
[ ooc :
this journal is supposed to take place after a submission called 'Claire', but i haven't had time to transfer the files quite yet, ill put it up soon ]
A grey afternoon, not so nice. Louise made her way, holding a glass of tea in her right hand. She had plans, not big fancy plans, just plans she had made herself, with no consent of the other person. Usual? Maybe. Dressed in a doubled buttoned grey coat, black leggings, and a black tami-beret, she was quite lacking of color.
Outside of a cafe, where she had previously, literally, ran into someone, she waited, hoping a magical even would happen again.
[ very short, im kind of tired,
[ ooc ]
[ i feel devious today. i just bought a new set of ink pens (traditional ones) and returned from St. Louis.
and i've sketched/wrote/thought a lot whilst watching my little sister run around the City Museum.
so yes, i'm technically back, even though i never said i was gone.
:I
that is alllll~ ]
[ just ooc notes! ]
[ GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, IM FINALLY DONE WITH ALL MY PERFORMANCES THIS SUMMER <3
so now i can be lazy and go to st louis with my younger sister, yesssss.
i think ill have some writing up sooner, or later, depending, and ive been working on some back story for Louise.
yeeeeep, thats basically it, toodallooo ]
red grass
[ ooc:
gah, 3 hour commute starting monday to chicago and back :I
i am going to die. ]
After roaming around London for at least a few hours, keeping constant pressure on the knife wound, Louise stopped at a cafe, using only her right hand, to both pay, and take the Earl grey tea, hiding her left hand in her coat pocket. She didn't want anyone to see, mainly because she didn't want to freak anyone out, but also because of a sense of pride. Either way, she'd rather not have people see. Louise adjusted her neck scarf slightly, and went back to the park where she met Tristan, and got go know Ashton a bit more.
It was a nice park, not a lot of
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Sherlock, at first, didn't enter the room at all, preferring to take in everything from the doorway. Only seconds and he stored the entire picture in his brain in a room labelled 'door fifty-one: chest-box murder.' It was a nickname he had given to the 'case' to keep track of it, though more and more recently they started to sound like the titles John gave to his blog posts rather than the clinical observational titles he usually used. No matter.
Walking deliberately to the opposite side of the room he twisted and nearly danced, in a way, to avoid disturbing anything that might be even remotely important. This he repeated two more times, then four more in the corners, then once more in a full circle. He didn't have a time limit this time, as he usually did in a crime scene, so he allowed his mind to work less furiously than usual. Which was good, because otherwise it very well might have broken from being stretched to thin over the past month or so with only about a weeks-worth of sleep to fortify it at all, maybe, probably less than that though.
Walking deliberately to the opposite side of the room he twisted and nearly danced, in a way, to avoid disturbing anything that might be even remotely important. This he repeated two more times, then four more in the corners, then once more in a full circle. He didn't have a time limit this time, as he usually did in a crime scene, so he allowed his mind to work less furiously than usual. Which was good, because otherwise it very well might have broken from being stretched to thin over the past month or so with only about a weeks-worth of sleep to fortify it at all, maybe, probably less than that though.