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Sherlock Holmes, Consulting Detective ([personal profile] alldeduction) wrote in [community profile] thecapitol2013-05-13 12:33 pm

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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.

celebrityskinned: (Anger - Ew)

[personal profile] celebrityskinned 2013-05-18 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
"About what? You look like you're planning ways to blow this tower up, face like that." Her face hardens a little, a small crinkle forming above her lips, pulling up from her teeth, indicating that she doesn't especially like being talked to that way unless it's by someone she's getting to shoot in the face.

Crankyface McSullen's attitude is enough to dim her glow a little bit, but not extinguish it. The only thing Venus doesn't seem enamored by is her hair. It's not that it's bad hair, she thinks, it's just that her suit before had hair just like it, and while the locks are perfectly fine to tug at and twirl around, doing so just doesn't give them same thrill as running her hands over her face and neck. She pauses when she feels a little flutter around her collarbone. Her pulse. Amazing. The smile comes right back to her face.

Up until the elevator jerks and a screeching sound announces that they're about to have technical difficulties. Her face falls and crumples like wadded up paper. It doesn't matter that she has nowhere to go; she smacks the elevator door with an open palm.
celebrityskinned: (Anger - Ew)

[personal profile] celebrityskinned 2013-05-18 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm blaming you for this," she says to Cranky. She tries to jam her fingers into the wedge between the elevator door and pry it open, but that doesn't seem to be doing any good. The muscles around her nose and eyes crinkle into an expression of barely-contained fury. She backs away from the door and glares at it.

"Okay. Fine. I'm not heading anywhere anyway. I can wait." She looks to his hands. "Please tell me you're about to pop a cell phone. Are you one of the maintenance staff around here or something?"
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[personal profile] celebrityskinned 2013-06-08 09:08 pm (UTC)(link)
With help on the way, Venus takes a seat on the ground and picks at her nails. Her actual, honest fingernails. She doesn't seem scared by being trapped with a strange man in an elevator, whether or not she thought he was a terrorist, but she is annoyed at being stuck in one place.

"Well, this is fun. Not exactly how I want to spend my last days before I go gallivanting to my death." She leans back on her palms and frowns. "Usually I'd be able to teleport out of here."
earthborn: (these tactics by which I conquer)

[personal profile] earthborn 2013-06-21 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Perhaps more shakily than usual, given that the outer pair to the doors the Elevator carries with it are already more than half-open, wedged by one Commander Shepard. She blinks and steps back in a hurry when the machinery re-engages, as if she's been caught at something she shouldn't have been doing.

"Alright," It only takes her a bit to shake it off, almost visibly squaring her shoulders, "That was brief."