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Who| Sherlock Holmes and OPEN!
What| Sherlock returns from the dead and isn't very happy about it, and the events that happen leading up to and after the interview with the capitol. He'll basically be wandering around scowly-like so feel free to run into him anywhere. District 2 mates feel free to pounce on him when he gets in, and he'll also be showing up in District 7.
Where| Wherever!
When| From Sherlock's death up to current
Warnings/Notes| Might have graphic description of his death in the arena, if it comes up, otherwise none.


Sherlock half-hoped that he wouldn't wake up this time. That perhaps after all, the world still made logical sense and he couldn't return from the dead, perhaps that after the second time of feeling his life leave him he would be left to rest in a semblance of peace.

But it wasn't to be.

He woke up with a shuddering start, breath slamming into his lungs as he sucked it in like drowning. His hand immediately went to his chest but there was nothing there - no bruise, no shattered sternum, no broken bones. His lungs functioned normally. He was clean, again, and the ravenous gnawing hunger in his stomach was gone. He sat up. Exactly the same as he was the first time he had been brought here. The first time he had died.

He scowled, darkly, at nothing, and threw himself from the bed. Fine. This time, he would be prepared. This time, he would have a plan.  And he did have one. Oh, but he did.

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[tis_allgood]

Since waking up alive Cuthbert had been avoiding thinking about how he died despite having seen it several times in replays. He had been hiding from it in plain sight, training and socializing normally while he pretended nothing was wrong.

But the moment he saw Sherlock walk into the training area it all came back to him in the worst way. For the sake of not wanting to get into more trouble he dropped the throwing knives he'd been practicing with and stalked up empty handed.

"You! You made a fool of me!"

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Sherlock rarely went to the training center, but part of his plan this round was keeping a closer eye on the other tributes and what their specialties are, so he had made a point of it.

What he had not exactly intended was to walk into a room and immediately get yelled at.

He'd since watched the video of their death, of course, numerous times, and had felt more than a little vindicated that his murder had also resulted in Cuthbert's death, so he couldn't help the smug little smirk that pulled at his lips.

"Cuthbert Allgood. District 3. Settling in well?"

[tis_allgood]

"Better than one might expect, considering."

But he couldn't keep his thoughts to himself for very long. This was someone he was both eager and not so eager to see again. He narrowed his eyes at Sherlock.

"And thee? How are you enjoying your new lease on life?"

There was a lingering threat in those words, but nothing he wanted to voice directly. All of his muscles were tense.

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"About as well as the last," Sherlock said, unable to stop himself from smirking as he watched Cuthbert, the tension altogether too obvious. And really, he shouldn't egg him on or aggravate him, but since when did Sherlock ever do as he should...

"I thought perhaps the sensible thing would be to train," He said, glancing around. "Perhaps I should learn to build traps..."

[tis_allgood]

That was a trait both men shared, unfortunately. Bert had a hard time knowing when enough was enough.

"You might do well to learn defense. A trap will do you little good if you take a knife to the heart before you can finish building it."

This had now officially gone from dancing around the issue to straight out threats.

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The smile only grew, proportionally to the intensity, sharp and pointed and it glimmered in his eyes.

It was something he needed, he realised. If his plan was ever going to work. Giving Cuthbert a good, solid reason to attempt to kill him on sight...

Plus, a good rivalry did wonders when dealing with Sponsors.

"That would require the knife to get close enough," he said smoothly. "Or you could just try a log again. It's so much easier to get a man to trip, isn't it?"

[tis_allgood]

"I've had good luck with more methods than that. But what sort of master empties his bag of tricks for all to see before the show has begun?"

He had been trained in many ways to kill a man, but he already suspected that if he told Sherlock about them he would find more ways to mess him up. He didn't need more reason to kill Sherlock than the game itself, but the teasing did make the impulse stronger.

"I'd wager I've killed more men with wits alone than you could with all the weapons the arena allows."