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thecapitol2013-01-08 11:55 am
alldeduction) wrote in thecapitol2013-01-08 11:55 am
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WHO | Sherlock, Morrigan, and whoever else wants in on this. OPEN.
WHAT | A couple of new tributes wake up together and snark happens
WHEN | pre-Arena 5
WHERE | Some hard cots and then their respective suites (1- Morrigan, 2- Sherlock), and then presumably around the Capitol
WARNINGS | all the sarcasm. But nothing else for the moment, will update this as necessary.
[ooc note: Sherlock and Morrigan will be tagging together for a bit but then end up going their separate ways, so feel free to start your own thread! just note who you want to tag with and where they are, and we'll do the rest!]
Sherlock awoke suddenly, his eyes snapping open as his entire body registered the fact that a) he shouldn’t have been asleep, and b) he had no idea where he was. Last he could recall he had been running down the street with John, handcuffed and giddy from escape. And now?
He sat up abruptly, eyes narrowed as he scanned the room. Almost entirely bare, save for his cot and.... hers. She was, of course, the only object of interest in the room, and likely the only way he was going to find out exactly how he’d got here. (A quick inventory of himself revealed no wounds of any kind, which removed the possibility of getting shot or hit by a car or another traumatic event. He also had absolutely no belief in an afterlife, so where another person might wonder “Am I dead?” the thought only barely occurred to him before it was completely dismissed. He was very much alive.)
He watched the woman for another moment, growing more and more frustrated at time went on, as he could only tell a few things about her. The first was that she had absolutely no synthetic fabrics on her - they were entirely made of natural fibers, though there was something odd about them that he couldn’t place. It meant, however, that she was definitely not from a modern civilization as he knew it, and as he didn’t recognize the style of dress, unlikely from somewhere he knew of...
He cleared his throat. “Wake up.”
WHAT | A couple of new tributes wake up together and snark happens
WHEN | pre-Arena 5
WHERE | Some hard cots and then their respective suites (1- Morrigan, 2- Sherlock), and then presumably around the Capitol
WARNINGS | all the sarcasm. But nothing else for the moment, will update this as necessary.
[ooc note: Sherlock and Morrigan will be tagging together for a bit but then end up going their separate ways, so feel free to start your own thread! just note who you want to tag with and where they are, and we'll do the rest!]
Sherlock awoke suddenly, his eyes snapping open as his entire body registered the fact that a) he shouldn’t have been asleep, and b) he had no idea where he was. Last he could recall he had been running down the street with John, handcuffed and giddy from escape. And now?
He sat up abruptly, eyes narrowed as he scanned the room. Almost entirely bare, save for his cot and.... hers. She was, of course, the only object of interest in the room, and likely the only way he was going to find out exactly how he’d got here. (A quick inventory of himself revealed no wounds of any kind, which removed the possibility of getting shot or hit by a car or another traumatic event. He also had absolutely no belief in an afterlife, so where another person might wonder “Am I dead?” the thought only barely occurred to him before it was completely dismissed. He was very much alive.)
He watched the woman for another moment, growing more and more frustrated at time went on, as he could only tell a few things about her. The first was that she had absolutely no synthetic fabrics on her - they were entirely made of natural fibers, though there was something odd about them that he couldn’t place. It meant, however, that she was definitely not from a modern civilization as he knew it, and as he didn’t recognize the style of dress, unlikely from somewhere he knew of...
He cleared his throat. “Wake up.”