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24 year-old Uni Student from Bonn, Germany
[UTC+1/CET]
(High) Casual - Advanced
been RPing for about 10 years now
Always open for new ideas :)

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oh, the poor cat :(
I've got a cat as well, she's really old and she tends to be unable to keep her food down..
how do Frodo and your cat get along? .D
I have Sherlock the text read and Greg stared at the three words. Who..? he thought, but considering that Sherlock was Sherlock there were a lot of possible suspects. Though the fact that they would have to be smart enough to actually capture Sherlock left very little possibilities. Really, only two people could actually 'capture' Sherlock. And his brother MYcroft was out of the question right now. Lestrade went through his contacts, calling Donovan to make sure this was not just some kind of stupid prank. But she was sure Sherlock was nowhere in sight. Then, Lestrade proceeded to try and call Sherlock again. Still nothing. He went back to the mail and, after hesitating for another second, he answered. Who are you? Moriarty? Where is Sherlock?? Greg hesitated before pressing the send button. He could not sure he would be right with this. Who knew what Sherlock had gotten himself into again? But he just had that feeling. That something was terribly wrong. And that just fit too well with what he knew of Moriarty.
He opened his contacts again, this time scrolling down to 'M' but his figner kept hovering over the button. If he called Mycroft now, Sherlock was sure to never forigve him for that. The way the two brothers relationship seemed to be, this kind of thing would make things so much worse. With a sigh, he put his phone away, staring out onto the street. Had he really gotten so dependant on SHerlock leading his way that he could not do this on his own. He cursed himself silently. Then something small and black caught his eye, lying on the sidewalk some metres from him. He got out, heading down the sidewalk and reached for the familiar-looking wallet lying on the ground. He opened it on a hunch and grimaced at seeing his own face looking back at him from the small picture of his police ID. He gritted his teeth. He had thought he'd lost this a month ago. Though he had gotten suspicious of how often he seemed to be losing his wallet. Everytime, actually, he was working with Sherlock. Sherlock. Greg looked up, eyes searching his surroundings for any further hints where he might have been taken.

(not entirely happy with this, but I can't seem to come up with anything better -.-)
Like this xD
he always looks so annoyed xD
Gregory Lestrade

The victim was your average businnes-man in his late 50's, no wife, noe children. At least there was something remotely good about this. Greg blinked at the thought, a little shocked at himself for thinking like that. It seemed he'd done this job for too long already. Not that he'd ever think about quitting, he was just too good at it for that, even though some people, or rather one particular man, didn't think him so. Sherlock. He looked around, then went over to the windows and gazed down onto the streets, searching for the familiar, tall figure. He was nowhere in sight.

Gregory Lestrade had called him almost over an hour ago. Sure, sometimes Sherlock tended to make some kind of mysterious detours, but he should really already have arrived by now. So the detective had mailed him, but not gotten any kind of answer. Nothing unusual there, he tended to get ignored a lot by the other man if he bothered him in some way. Greg sighed and pulled out his phone, catching the look Donovan gave him. He raised an inquisitive eyeborw at her, but she just turned around, not commenting on how he was acting. He knew himself it was strange to be worrying for Sherlock, but right now, he had a really bad feeling about it all. Sherlock not answering any of his mails or calls? Nothing unusual. But Sherlock not turning up at a crime scene?! That was unheard of. He would at least send John to get a look around for him.

So he opened his contacts and called Sherlock. Nothing. Now that was really worrying. As far as he knew, Sherlock would never turn off his phone. He might actually miss a good murder. Greg glanced outside again, then sighed in resignation and turned heading for the stairs. "Sir? Where are you going?" Donovan called after him, having followed him to the top of the stairs. He turned around to look at her and waved it off. "I'll be right back. You take charge of the crime scene and make sure they get all the evidence." he ordered her, but she didn't seem satisfied. "Are you going to look for that freak? We don't need his help! I don't understand why you always..." her voice drifted off as he headed out onto the street and for his car.

It wasn't a long distance to 221b Baker Street, but the traffic lengthened the ride, making Greg uncomfortable as that bad feeling in his gut grew. He parked right in front of the house and hurried for the door, ringing the bell several times. There was some clattering inside and then the door opened by a huffing and red-faced Mrs Hudson looking at him disapprovingly. "One ring would have been more than enough, sir. I am not deaf, I am just a little slow. My hip, you see." she scolded him and then, before he could even ask, she already answered his question. "Sherlock is not in. He left a while ago, didn't tell me anything. And dear John is at his sister's for the next few days." Thanking her, he turned around heading for his car and getting back inside. He didn't start it though. Where could Sherlock have gone?
She saw it in his eyes as he moved her hand away and, finally, a small smile crept onto her lips as he moved closer, crawling over her. His voice and words made her shiver. "Let's do it again... Like last night. But... We can't be too.. Noisy." he suggested gazing at her in what seemed a slightly flustered, nervous way. He was afraid she would turn him away, Emilia realized. And that would probably be the right thing to do considering their newly found circumstances. But she couldn't deny her own feelings. She wanted the same. Maybe it was because she had not fully realized any of this cousin thing yet. Maybe she just loved him too much. "I mean... If you don't want to.." Emilia placed her hands behind her, leaning up to capture his mouth in a passionate kiss. When she pulled back she gazed up at him. "I don't know if I can be quiet." she just said, trying to look innocent but a wicked smile crept onto her face anyway.
Kat hurried into and over the yard at the sight of Daniel and Sirius already heading up the stairs and for the doors. She made it just in time to throw herself between them, one arm hugging each. "Good Morning, guys!" she greeted cheerfully in her usual manner. She stopped though, before going on and looked arond with a confused look on her face. Where was Emilia? The girl had never been late. Not once ever since Kat had known her. She turned, carefully scanning the faces scattered around the card. No Emilia. "Is Emilia already inside?" she loudly asked the two guys behind her. "And for that matter,.. where is Lann?" she added, since he was pretty much a part of their little group now. They all liked him and since it seemed Emilia liked him most of them all, none of them had any objectons to him hanging out with them. She whirled back around, shrugging her shoulders. "Well, maybe they're already inside and totally forgot to wait for us because they were busy gazing at each other." she teased with a smirk on her face and went through the door Daniel still held open, to head for the classroom and hopefully surprise and annoy those two a little.

[ooc. sorry, rather short, wasn't sure how to get on with this.]
here ! :D
I'd be really interested in a Sherlock RP, and Bilbo xThorin :)
Emilia moaned into the kiss, her mind going blank as Lann pulled her deeper into him, tighlty holding on to her neck. All she could feel was his tongue, tangling with hers, and his lips, warm and soft, pressing against hers, nipping and tugging before going back to ecploring her mouth. She was breathing hard, and when her mind finally did manage to form a thought, it was an image of the night before adn the feeling that she wanted to do more, right there and then. Which really was anything but proper. They were in the small forest, right next to the school. And they were cousins. Funny how she didn't think of their relation as the first reason not to go further.

Lanns kiss grew slower, became softer and sweeter and eventually broke off, leaving them both breathless and red-cheeked and indecently gazing at each other. Until the school bell rang, pulling them out of their world and back to reality. Emilia sat back as Lann looked at the sky. She glanced around the silent forest, lit by the morning sun, thrwoing a maze of shadows on the ground. They were sitting on the edge of a clearing, which was flooded with sunlight in the middle, illuminating the green grass beautifully. "...Do you just want to stay here now?" Lann asked and she turned her head back to him, noticing the blush still painted on his cheeks, just as it was on hers. He looked away, nervous it seemed, before continuin. "I don't mind if we just skip the first lesson..."

Emilia nodded. "I,.. I think I can't go out there yet." she mumbled. She didn't feel anywhere near ready to meet anyone. And she was sure she wouldn't for days. But right now, she could still avoid it. And stay with Lann. She actually didn't think she would be able to go to school at all that day, and she was not the type to skip school lightly. She had to figure out for herself what she was going to do now, how she was going to behave. Which was hard with Lann there, and the memories of the last night vividly in her mind constantly distracting her from forming more than one coherent thought. She looked at Lann and was aware he eyes were filled with those feelings. She reached out, holding onto his hand lightly and pulling it into her lab, looking down at it. "Let's stay here." she murmured, her cheeks growing a slight bit redder.
Emilia wanted to pull away from Lanns touch. But having his arms around her, his skin on hers, she couldn't move away after all. And she didn't know whether she should feel guilty about it. She didn't know at all, what to feel anymore. He pulled her hands from her face. "I don't know myself.." he said gently as his thumbs carefully wiped her tears away. Not that it mattered much, because she coudln't seem to stop crying. In that regard, she was wondering about herself. SHe had never been one to cry easily or much. But then again, she had never been in any situation comparable to this one, before. "I can't believe it.. We're cousins.." she heard Lann say with a hint of disappointment in his voice. Emilia finally managed to look him in the eyes. Was he disappointed at her? She couldn't bear the thought.

"But.. I still love you too.. I love you, even though you're my cousin--" She gasped. She had not even hoped he would return ehr feelings anymore. It made her cry again. "We've given ourselves already to each other..." Emilia looked away at those words, blushing as she remembered. She didn't regret even now. Even now, it was her best memory yet. "I can't tell for yure.. But for some reason.. Going through with this relationship is the right choice. I don't want to see you as my cousin." She stared at him, wanted to tell him that that was impossible, that they were cousins! But she couldn't bring herself to say anything. Because she felt the same way.

And then he kissed her and she froze for several seconds, stopped crying even, her brain trying to sort out what was the right thing to do. Just that she didn't want to do the right thing for once. Didn't want to do what she was supposed to. Because that would mean leaving him. Probably never seeing him again. He pulled back and she stared at him, the unsureness plain in her eyes. "I want you.. As my girlfriend. As my one love." She sobbed loudly, and reached out, wrapping her arms around Lanns shoulders as she cried again, now from happiness. She hugged him tight to her, not ever wanting to let go. They wouldn't be able to tell anyone. And they would have to hisde what they were from all the others. But she didn't care about that, as long as it meant they could stay together. Shudders and sobs kept her from speaking clearly as she managed to find some words. "Me too.. I .. I love you so much, I.." she pulled back to look into his eyes. "You're the only one for me." she whispered and leaned in, kissing him sweetly at first, but growing more and more passionate as the kiss deepened.
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