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Post by Karen 'Kaz' McKay on Mar 31, 2012 19:26:35 GMT
Karen lifted a heavy box from the back of a moving van, trying her best not to drop it onto the concrete pavement. She carried the box upstairs to her flat and put it down next to the other boxes. With a huff she walked downstairs again to unpack the rest.
"Since when did I have so much stuff?!' she thought as she took off her heels, threw them into the van and tried to pick up yet another fully loaded box.
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Post by John Watson on Mar 31, 2012 23:21:19 GMT
John closed his laptop. No cases. No emails. An entire Sunday to himself. The things he could do. He could, He didn't know, make some tea.
No, no. He did that everyday. Maybe, take a nice long bath. Wait, was he thinking?
He felt like Sherlock, bored out of his mind if he didn't have a case.
He asked Mrs. Hudson if there was anything he could do. SHe denied the question, having somebody move in to 221A, she was very busy. That's what he could to. Meet the person moving in. Putting on his coat, he departed downstairs.
221A wasn't that extravagant. It wasn't a basement, but kind of a cellar, at least to John. It hadn't been getting any even talk of rent since he moved in. And this person, no heads up at all, moved in.
He knocked on the door. No reply. He sighed. Maybe he would talk to Molly... Yeah, that would occupy him. Opening the main door, he ran into somebody else.
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Post by Karen 'Kaz' McKay on Mar 31, 2012 23:30:47 GMT
"Oh, God, sorry!"[/color] Karen apologised to this stranger she had ran into. He looked nice enough. She smiled at her neighbour, aplogetic. "I always run into people, again I am sorry."[/color]
Karen bent down to pick up the things she was taking up to her flat and had dropped when she ran into him. None of it had broke so that was good.
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Post by John Watson on Mar 31, 2012 23:41:08 GMT
Oh, God, sorry!
"Oh no, its fine. Don't worry about it."
I always run into people, again I am sorry.
"Oh no, so do I, its really fine."
The woman bent over for her things.
"Oh no, let me," he said, reaching for the objects, making their heads collide.
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Post by Karen 'Kaz' McKay on Mar 31, 2012 23:48:54 GMT
The man bent over and their heads collided. Karen laughed, rubbing her forehead.
"This is going to become an ongoing thing, isn't it?" she joked softly and picked up her things, piling them into her arms. "Karen McKay, nice to meet you,"[/color] she introduced herself, smiling kindly.
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Post by John Watson on Apr 1, 2012 0:06:20 GMT
This is going to become an ongoing thing, isn't it?
"Yeah. Yeah, maybe," he said rubbing his head and giggling.
Karen McKay, nice to meet you.
"Oh yeah, you're that model. I'm John Watson, I take it you're moving into 221A?"
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Post by Karen 'Kaz' McKay on Apr 1, 2012 0:14:12 GMT
"Oh yeah, you're that model. I'm John Watson, I take it you're moving into 221A?"
"Yep, that's me. The model moving into 221A,"[/color] she smiled kindly, standing up with her things in her arms. "So are you headed out, then? You looked in a hurry; don't want to keep you."[/color] Karen considered asking John in for tea since he was nice, and getting to know your neighbours was always a good idea.
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Post by John Watson on Apr 1, 2012 0:33:09 GMT
So are you headed out, then? You looked in a hurry; don't want to keep you.
"Oh no. I was just bored. Sherlocks out, and no cases, so, yeah. Would you any tea, ir biscuits?"
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Post by Karen 'Kaz' McKay on Apr 1, 2012 0:42:33 GMT
"Cases! That's where I know your face from, I've seen you in the papers and magazines and all that. Something we've got in common, I guess,"[/color] she smiled. "And I'd love some tea. And biscuits. Moving is tiring,"[/color] she chuckled.
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Post by John Watson on Apr 1, 2012 4:34:40 GMT
Cases! That's where I know your face from, I've seen you in the papers and magazines and all that. Something we've got in common, I guess.
"Yeah, definitely. Fame."
And I'd love some tea. And biscuits. Moving is tiring.
"Great! Just, up the stairs." John gathered the boxes from Karen's arms. "I can, drop these in your room, if you want."
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Post by Karen 'Kaz' McKay on Apr 1, 2012 8:28:52 GMT
"Great! Just, up the stairs." John gathered the boxes from Karen's arms. "I can, drop these in your room, if you want."
"Oh, my god, you are a saint. Thanks, I owe you one,"[/color] Karen said, looking relieved and really thankful. "I'll show you the way.[/color]
She gestured in the direction of her flat and started walking to it with him. He probably knew where it was since he lived here, but it's only manners.
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Apr 1, 2012 10:19:11 GMT
Why was every case so simple? A woman ahd called him about missing children and a strange man hanging around. He had tried to decline, it sounded boring, but she had started to have a panic fit and then mrs Hudson had appeared and told him that if he didn't have any cases, he should help the new person who was moving in. That had given Sherlock enough cause to make a hasty get away. He didn't need to find any more stupidity in the flat, or local area. John and Mrs Hudson where fine, and he would prefer it if everyone else just disappeared.
The case had proven to be simple. The children were playing hide and seek, the strange man had been an admirer of the mother. While there, he had prooved that she had an affair with the man, thus the reason why he was all dressed up. her husband had said that if he saw the man, he would call the police. The children had then tried to play with Sherlock and had given him pictures. It turned out that they only ever read John's blog. They didn't even look at his.
Pictures stuffed in his pockets, Sherlock had made a hasty retreat, pausing to briefly glare at one of the cameras that seemed to be following him. Only Mycroft could find stalking others fun. It wasn't like Sherlock was going to blow up England. Sulking, Sherlock paused at a supermarket. They had been out of milk for a few days, and Mrs Hudson had refused to buy any. Should he pick up any milk while he was out? His mind flickered back to the children saying how they read John's blog, and then being ignorant of Sherlock's own site. No, he'd let John get some milk.
However, he did pause at the single shop that would sell him chemicals to get some more chemicals. Yes, he did have a load at home, but one could never have too many chemicals for research. Walking back to the flat, he spotted John and a strange woman talking. She was a model and the person moving in. Boring. Pausing, Sherlock watched as they spoke, and then started to walk towards her flat. Either go help, or try to avoid something boring. Still, John was there and John was his friend.
But stupidity was worse, and Sherlock decided that he might make a casual retreat to 221B instead of 221A. Then, he realised that he would just be bored if he went to his flat. And boredom was worse than stupidity. Walking over to the two, Sherlock's icy blue eyes surveyed both of them, bags of chemicals still in his hands, so he wouldn't have to help. "You must be the new neighbour, Karen, wasn't it?" Sherlock asked, he had been listening to their conversation while he was contemplating his best line of action. "And we're out of milk." He pointed out to John, aware that his flatmate had just offered tea and biscuits.
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Post by Karen 'Kaz' McKay on Apr 1, 2012 10:40:39 GMT
"You must be the new neighbour, Karen, wasn't it?" a tall, dark haired man asked her and she nodded.
"Pleasure to meet you, Mr Holmes,"[/color] she said, remembering the name from a article she'd read.
"And we're out of milk."
Karen raised an eyebrow, looking at all the chemicals he was carrying. "You were able to pick up ammonia, methane and ethanol but not milk?"[/color]
She turned to John, grinning. "Maybe if you could think of an experiment he could perform where he needed milk, he'd pick that up as well?"[/color] she winked.
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Apr 1, 2012 11:41:18 GMT
Sherlock regarded Karen with his cold eyes, watching the model. "Pleasure to meet you, Mr Holmes," It was good that she knew him, but that was only from the news, as she had stated earlier. No one every paid attention to the Science of Deduction. Sherlock coud hear a Scottish accent in her words, that worked with her apperance, which did have things in common with those of Scottish heritage. There was a faint trace of Standard English in her words as well. Recently moved down then. "How are you finding London? It must be quite different from Scotland." Sherlock commented. He hadn't been to Scotland yet.
"You were able to pick up ammonia, methane and ethanol but not milk?" Sherlock's gaze remained cold, but atleast she had recognised some of the cmicles. But she had missed out the Sodium hydroxide, Nitric acid, Potasium chloride, bromine water, Copper sulphate and various other chemicals. "I didn't have spare money for milk. Its not as important." Sherlock said. Yes milk was useful in the kitchen, but chemicals could end up saving lives or putting someone in prison for the crime they had commited. Plus it had the added bonus of being entertaining.
Sherlock watched as Karen turned to John. "Maybe if you could think of an experiment he could perform where he needed milk, he'd pick that up as well?" Sherlock much prefered letting Mrs Hudson or John get the milk. When he was a boy he had attempted to turn it into yoghurt and cheese. That was boring. So far there was no other use for milk. True if he needed something slightly acid he could wait for the milk to go off, but he could jsut get vingear or lemons for that.
So far, this model appeared to be dull, just like all the humans that walked through London, oblivous to the battlefeild between law and crime, between order and chaos. Sherlock hoped that this wouldn't be another one of those woman that John ended going up. They were always stupid and boring. The first one Sherlock had to save from death. It was unnecessary distractions. Something that John didn't need, more people for Sherlock to have to look out for. Besides, they could be used for manipulating John. Did his flat mate see that?
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Post by Karen 'Kaz' McKay on Apr 1, 2012 11:52:58 GMT
"How are you finding London? It must be quite different from Scotland," he asked and she smiled.
"Not really. I've missed the abundance of kilts, though,"[/color] she joked and noticed that he was looking at her intently. If it were any other man, she would question his intentions, but this was Sherlock Holmes; the opposite sex was not high on his list of priorities. And neither was milk, apparently.
"I didn't have spare money for milk. Its not as important."
"Ah, of course. Not as important as identifying 243 different typed of tobacco ash. Silly me,"[/color] Karen said, teasingly. "Don't worry, John. You don't have to go anywhere; I've got milk in my fridge for tea."[/color]
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