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[alldeduction]

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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[the_hit_list]

He doesn't need to look towards the camera to take the hint. Tim knows where every visible camera in the District 7 suite is located, and he has opinions on where any decent security team would place non-visible ones, although he hasn't gone looking for them for confirmation. The cameras were why he didn't say the word spin and didn't suggest lying, and they're also the reason that he doesn't say 'you're welcome' before changing the subject. "So who are you, Mr. Holmes? I understand why there are so many teenaged tributes - we're the traditional age. But why are you here? You're older, and you're not exactly built for a fight."

[alldeduction]

"I would think that would be a question for the game makers," Sherlock said, an eyebrow raised. "I'm hardly the only one." He paused, glancing at the ceiling. "I rather doubt ability is among the choosing factors. I'm sure they need cannon fodder, as well."

[the_hit_list]

Cannon fodder. The term irked him as much as it did when he first used it in the Arena. Yes, the Gamemakers don't mind having weaker stock in the field, because it allowed for more exciting, lop-sided victories. Tim wasn't very hungry anymore - he was thinking of some of the death clips he'd seen, of big, brutal fighters taking out skinny teenagers with ease.

He threw the pear over Sherlock's head, where it hit the wall and fell into the trash can that he couldn't see from this angle, but knew was there. "They need a good mix, you're right. I knew that, and I also know that you're not a cop. I had wondered about the partner thing."