I am Sherlock Holmes(PAFP, MATURE, SEMI-ADVANCED!!!)

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    !!!WARNING!!! PLEASE DO NOT JOIN THIS RP UNLESS YOU HAVE SEEN ALL 3 SEASONS OF SHERLOCK, AS IT WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS!!!! THANKS!!!


    Ok, so I love the tv show Sherlock, so I really wanted to do a rp of it with a cool twist!!!


    It is set in London years after Moriarty and Sherlock both "killed" themselves, but after Moriarty returns. He has returned, but after the release of his video, he has been undetectable and unable to locate, and there have been no attacks or anything to give him away.


    So, one day Sherlock, John, and a very pregnant Mary are sitting in an all too quiet 221b when a girl in her early to mid twenties(your character) bursts through the door claiming to have an outrageous, but very interesting case so the boys take it. As they work Sherlock is becoming increasingly annoyed because the woman continues to hang around, but when she somewhat impresses him with her deducing skills, he allows her to stay. Over the time working on the case, he starts to fall for her and she for him, but both John and Mary are wary if her, saying something about her gives them an odd feeling but Sherlock ignores them.


    All is well up until the day Mary gives birth. Late in the evening when Sherlock is at home, he receives a call from Moriarty, saying he has John, Mary, and the baby, and that he better hurry down to the old lumber mill. When Sherlock arrives, John is tied to a chair, Mary and the baby both tied to another, and both chairs have enough explosives strapped to them to blow the whole building up. But, there is no Moriarty. Instead there is only your character. As the two minute countdown on the bombs start to tick, she tells a terrible, and deadly secret. That she is Moriarty's daughter. That her father really is dead. And that Sherlock can only save one person in the lumber mill. John, Mary and the baby.....or himself.

    I mean mature as in a mature roleplayer. I don't want to roleplay with someone who can't use proper grammar, punctuation, or even correctly form a sentence. And if Sherlock and the female character kiss(which they will do because they will be a couple) I don't want someone to be like, "ewww, they kissed."

    Sherlock sat in his chair, one of his legs constantly bouncing up and down in impatience. His hands in their classic praying position, pointer fingers resting against his lips while the ups of his thumbs supporting his chin. John sat on the couch, his head nodding sleepily while a very pregnant Mary was snuggled against him, sleeping soundly. "Where is he!" Sherlock snarled suddenly, leaping from his chair and starting to pace through the living room of 221B. John jumped with a sharp intake of breath, his eyes blinking rapidly as he attempted to remove the sleep from them. "Bloody hell Sherlock." John mumbled as he stretched, careful not to wake Mary. "We've been looking for Moriarty for six months now. Face it, were not going to find him until he wants us to." John said with a slight shrug and Sherlock whipped around to face him, his dark curls dislodging themselves from their proper place.


    "You think I don't know that John?!" Sherlock said, his voice raising more with annoyance than anger. "We've been busting our arses traversing all of London looking for him and not a bloody trace! And it's not so much that John, we haven't had a single case! I'm bored John! And you know what happens when I get bored. The last time, I shot the wall! I need a case John, I need a d*mn case!" He shouted before turning and kicking the coffee table almost as hard as he could, knocking it over and waking Mary.

    tracking, bc this is pretty interesting! Also elsa, I am VERY excited for you being in once upon a time! :3

    Christine Sun brushed her black hair back from her almond shaped eyes, absently watching the bustling street. This was the correct one, right? She pulled the note from her pocket, confirming what she already knew. Baker Street. She strode up the street with small steps, her bright red dress occasionally catching around the legs of passersby. Ah, here it was. 221. Her hand went to her pocket where she drew out a mirror. She checked her makeup, cleaning up her lipstick a bit with the tip of her finger. It always payed to make a good impression on important people and Mr. Holmes was certainly a necessity in this situation.
    Her stride becoming a little more confident, she approached the door, watching the movement in an upstairs window all the time. She raised a long finger and rang the bell. While she waited, she rehearsed her plea for assistance in her mind, standing up her straightest and fixing her very short hair.

    Ms. Hudson hurried to the front door, opening it to peek her head out. "Hello there dear." Ms. Hudson chirped, opening the door all the way with a smile. "What can I help you with?"


    Sherlock stood rigid, a small smile quirking at his lips. "No one ever rings the doorbell unless they're a client." He said, turning to face John and Mary.


    "Well there you go then Sherlock, there's your case you've been waiting for." Mary said with a sweet smile.


    (Sorry, incredibly low muse for this post considering they haven't actually met Christine yet.

    ((It's cool!))


    "I'm here to see Mr. Holmes," Christine explained, getting strainght to business. Her mouth split in an amiable smile that showed a flash of teeth. "It is a sensitive matter of the utmost importance. He is the only one who can help me." She walked inside, muttering an "excuse me" to Mrs. Hudson, clutching her purse tightly in her hands. Her own footsteps on the floor and the steps reached her ears. This was it. She was ready to face Sherlock Holmes and John Watson. She knocked on the wall near the door to the room holding the trio.

    "Come in." Sherlock called out, running his hands over the smooth surface of his dark purple sarin shirt. He said down at his computer and started typing away furiously. He never showed his clients the "bored" Sherlock Holmes, and always liked to look busy when they came in. Usually clients didn't even knock, so he found it slightly odd that this one did. Especially at the front door as well.

    "Thank you." The young woman stepped forward, taking in the room with her bright black eyes. "My name is Christine Sun. Mr. Holmes, I require your assistance." She floated slightly awkwardly over to stand next to an chair. Her hand rested hesitantly on the back. Despite the air of her movements, she held her gaze fairly evenly after absorbing her surroundings. Her gaze was calculating as she took in Sherlock and continued, "I think you're the only one who could solve this case."

    And what is this 'case'?" He asked, not looking up from his computer as if he was doing something of the upmost importance and required all of his attention. "I'm warning you now Miss. Sun, don't waist my time." He warned as he finished a sentence, then turning in his swivel chair to face her. As soon as his eyes fell on her, he started gathering information. overly dressed. Strong perfume, expensive perfume. Expensive clothes, expensive jewelry, expensive shoes. Hair recently cut, fresh manicure. Unmarried. Twenty five years old. Had a drink before she came here. Dry martini, two olives.

    "I assure you, Mr. Holmes, this is well worth your time." Christine seated herself, crossing her legs and sitting with poise. She flicked her bangs back even though they weren't near to her eyes. "My dear friend disappeared a few months ago. I noticed immediately, however when I contacted the police, they claimed that she did not exist." For a moment, her resolve wavered and she dropped her gaze to her lap, but after a few more words, she was able to hold Sherlock's gaze again. Not pausing for anything, she continued, "Of course, I thought that was odd, so I tried to find her myself." Her gaze was gaining a new light to it and the corner of her mouth twitched. "There is no trace of her existence, Mr. Holmes. No pictures, no texts, no address, nothing." She leaned back ever so slightly, the barest trace of confidence coloring her expression. Bite the hook, Holmes, she thought, explaining out loud, "I want you to find her."