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thecapitol2014-05-04 12:37 am
alldeduction) wrote in thecapitol2014-05-04 12:37 am
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WHO| Sherlock Holmes and OPEN
WHAT| Sherlock isn't really himself and is kind of taking it out on his friends.
WHEN| From the end of the mini-arena up until now, as well as a couple earlier catch-up CR threads. If you need something more specific, let me know!
WHERE| All over the Capitol
WARNINGS| Sherlock is a dickhead to everyone, mentions of suicide
He woke with a start. His sixth death, as far as they went, was one of the worst ones. Susannah had seen fit to that, and done her job well. Even far removed from the situation, he awoke in a sweat. It had been a long time since he'd felt such fear physically. He was accustomed, on some level, to torture, but that... that was something else.
So he spent a long while staring at his ceiling, slowly piecing back together his carefully constructed self of self until he sat up.
He fell back into his capitol routine with relative ease - mostly because his routine was horribly antisocial. He was spending more and more time in his room, wandering the streets, memorizing them over and over again.
He'd murdered Julian. Unsuccessfully attempted to murder Hawkeye. He'd crossed every line he'd given himself and he couldn't parse how he felt about it, and part of him decided that it didn't matter. He had no work, here, beyond what meager scrapings of rebellion he could form for himself, or the case or two that were thrown his way like dog treats to pacify him.
He was a shadow of himself, and he knew it.
The appearance of Mycroft and Lestrade didn't exactly help, though it did offer some meager distraction - even if most of that was in attempting to escape his brother...
WHAT| Sherlock isn't really himself and is kind of taking it out on his friends.
WHEN| From the end of the mini-arena up until now, as well as a couple earlier catch-up CR threads. If you need something more specific, let me know!
WHERE| All over the Capitol
WARNINGS| Sherlock is a dickhead to everyone, mentions of suicide
He woke with a start. His sixth death, as far as they went, was one of the worst ones. Susannah had seen fit to that, and done her job well. Even far removed from the situation, he awoke in a sweat. It had been a long time since he'd felt such fear physically. He was accustomed, on some level, to torture, but that... that was something else.
So he spent a long while staring at his ceiling, slowly piecing back together his carefully constructed self of self until he sat up.
He fell back into his capitol routine with relative ease - mostly because his routine was horribly antisocial. He was spending more and more time in his room, wandering the streets, memorizing them over and over again.
He'd murdered Julian. Unsuccessfully attempted to murder Hawkeye. He'd crossed every line he'd given himself and he couldn't parse how he felt about it, and part of him decided that it didn't matter. He had no work, here, beyond what meager scrapings of rebellion he could form for himself, or the case or two that were thrown his way like dog treats to pacify him.
He was a shadow of himself, and he knew it.
The appearance of Mycroft and Lestrade didn't exactly help, though it did offer some meager distraction - even if most of that was in attempting to escape his brother...