Chasing a Killer (Sera)

[Sherlock Holmes]

The police were always stupid. Hadn't he detailed them on Seraphina and that she needed to be kept under close regard. But instead, the police had let her slip through their fingers and that wound in his arm had been for nothing. But it was healing up incredibly well and was no hindrance. Either way, Sherlock was planning on once again attempting to capture the criminal. Since his face was so well known now. Which was partly John's fault, although Sherlock did admit that due to helping out notable people, that had attracted the attention of the press.

Either way, he had to be more cunning now, whenever in a disguise. But that was no problem. It just involved extra props, which Sherlock did have many. One thing he had needed to acquire was the appropriate makeup to help change the way the face appeared. With that, you could make the face appear more sunken, wrinkled, more youthful. It was all to do with portraying how the sun fell upon and other such light fell up the skin. It had not been hard for the detective to master these skills.

Today, he was disguised as a security officer outside the London Museum, which opened onto Trafalgar Square. Many people went through this area, and today, Sherlock was keeping it under survalience, although the Homless network were keeping him updated all around London. Walking infront of the museum, Sherlock acted the part of a security officer, checking people who went through, watching them. No one thought this was strange and no one pointed out that this was 'that detective that had been in the news'. His disguise appeared to be working perfectly, although he was interested to see if this would work on Seraphina. It should proove an interesting experiment.

((I thought it might be interesting if they had a conversation with Sherlock is disguise. But she can see through it if she wants.))

[Seraphina 'Sara' Blake]

Sara was finally used to walking around again. The fuss had died down completely, and she'd dyed her hair brown so she wasn't as noticeable. She had a bag with her, and her gun was inside. Yes, it was risky, but nobody could see it as it was right at the bottom. Just in reach.

Sara's phone began to ring. She grabbed it, peered at the caller, then answered. "Hello? Oh, hey Janice. No, I don't need picking up, thank you. I might do later though, so make sure your phone is on. Tell the staff to order some pizzas on my credit card. Don't let them spend it all, though! You deserve it. Okay, bye now!" Sara hung up and slipped her phone back in her bag.

As she walked, people actually greeted her because they didn't recognize her. Some people could be very stupid. She waved and smiled at them, putting on that extra change of voice to fit the bill. Sara always rehearsed voices, and this one worked rather well as others didn't frown and gasp and run away. They just smiled and continued on their way. Funny.

Sara continued to the London Museum, slipping a hat on her head. Not for disguise. No, she just wore it because she liked it. She walked up towards it, and glanced at the security man. She didn't register him properly, though. She just waited for him to check her. Honestly, security had to be tight at these sort of places. But they had no challenge anyway. She wasn't going to steal anything, she just wanted to visit. Not all criminals are doing crimes twenty four hours a day.

OUTFIT

[Sherlock Holmes]

Sherlock's gaze kept sweeping across the whole area of London. Seraphina did appear to have gone to ground. There had been nothing from his Homless network suggested where she was. He had pointed out disguises, but that only got so far. As with everyone, the poor could not see through disguises as easily as he could. Still, he was now getting bits of information, coming through in drips and drabs. Some conflicting, as they looked for anyone who showed similar signs of Seraphina. Still, it was helping him to build up a picture, the detective sorting through the information and picking up the most likely.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, Sherlock spotted someone who appeared to match all the information. Hair changed to a different colour, no sign of a gun. But she had a bag. Big enough to hide the gun. Waiting patiently for her to come to be checked, Sherlock's gaze barely went to her, using information from the corner of his eyes to help him figure out of this was her. Yes, it was. But she had not recognised him, which was not unsuprising. So inside the bag, there would probably be her gun.

Sherlock knew that this was not something that he would be able to sneak out of her bag. But he might be able to take the bullets out. While checking, Sherlock found the gun, his fingers quickly slipping out the bullets, palming them, then putting them up his sleeve. Checking the rest of the bag, his eyes saw nothing else that could be problematic and he withdrew his hands and placed them by his side, managing to slip the bullets into his trousers. He'd dispose of them later or use them on the wall.

Looking up briefly at Sraphina, Sherlock nodded. "You're fine to go, miss." He said, using a cockney accent, that appeared to be trying to work at gettig a Standard English accent, but not managing it. His voice, features and way of acting had all completly changed from the detective. "If you are new here, I can always see if I can find you a guided tour." Sherlock said, giving a friendly smile. "We usually just get families or older soupls coming here. Its a relief to see more people taking an interest in history." He commented. It was the truth. Almost everyone passing through he were either families or older couples.

[Seraphina 'Sara' Blake]

Sara smiled. "Oh, that would be nice, thanks. I've only been here before at a younger age, but I got distracted, so I don't really remember my way around." she said when the guy offered a guided tour. There was something familiar about him but Sara shrugged this off. She was being paranoid, it seemed.

She listened as he talked, and grinned. "Yeah, I did notice families and older couples go in here. Barely anyone young takes any interest in this kind of thing because they think it's rubbish." Sara agreed.

She barely ever agreed with people, but on this kind of thing she figured that she agreed with people about history. History was interesting even for a criminal like her. You don't have to be good to like history, evil people can too, she always thought.

[Sherlock Holmes]

Sherlock saw Seraphina's smile, no sign that she suspected him, as it would obviously be. "Oh, that would be nice, thanks. I've only been here before at a younger age, but I got distracted, so I don't really remember my way around." Sherlock gave a nod. "When I first came 'ere I was only six. I found it all very exciting and kept pestin' my parents to take be back. I've built up quite a large knowledge myself. When its really busy they let me do some of the tours." Sherlock grinned, as if he had been working here for decades.

The disguise of an older man who had been working in the museum for a long time was good. A lot of them did work as security and tried to get to to tours, although often such jobs would be given to younger more attractive people, with degrees in history, or more of a educational background into such matters. "Yeah, I did notice families and older couples go in here. Barely anyone young takes any interest in this kind of thing because they think it's rubbish." Sherlock gave a nod.

"'Ow about I take you on the tour, miss? I should be able to get you a guide, free of charge." Sherlock said, still using the accent, not even having to think about it. "We are a bit full and there's always more security than is needed. We really need more guides, don' you think?" He asked, his tone still friendly. That was true, he could see a man standing close by, looking rather bored, like he wanted to do something, and the tour guides swarmed by many people. besides, Sherlock did have a good knowledge of history.