Rhapsody

The Outpost (Reboot)

ah, right, sorry, didn't see that in the OP ^.^
No, I'm good with that, just wanted to make sure :)

The Outpost (Reboot)

Oh, that reminds me, will we have the same setting as the original?

The Outpost (Reboot)

Thank you :D
Then, should we just go ahead and start posting? :3

BBC Sherlock -Sherlock is captured - Sherlock x Lestrade (Me and Rhapsody)

Sherlock was deep in thoughts when Greg finished his coffee and got up, grabbing his bag and heading to the bath. He quickly searched for a towl and got into the shower, enjoying the feeling of the hot water realxing his muscles and letting his tension bleed out a little. He sighed, then hurried to finish washing up. He wasn't comfortable with leaving Sherlock alone for so long, even if he did say he was fine and everything. He didn't look it after all, and he was still not back to his usual self. Greg stepped out of the shower and toweled off, pulling a pair of jeans and a dress-shirt, the latter a little crinkled but still better than the worn one, and dressed, buttoning up the shirt as he headed back into the living room, refreshed.
He had been sure he had heard the sound of a violin while he had been in the shower and was expecting Sherlock to sit there with the instrument in hand, doing whatever as he was thinking. But what he found was certainly unexpected. He found him curled up on the couch, a position that had to be hurting with his injuries, and shaking and obviously not noticing or caring that Greg was back. He stared for a full minute, at a loss.
Finally, he decided to do something. Greg went over to the couch and sat down, gently placing a hand on Sherlocks shoulder. "Sherlock." he said softly, trying not to startle the man too much. "Sherlock, I.." he trailed off, shaking his head to himself. "I'm sorry I didn't come sooner." he whispered, staring at and out the clostest window, before gazing back down at the detective. "If there is anything I can do.... talk, not talk, call John... Let me know, please."

The Outpost (Reboot)

Good, so let's repost our character sheets?

Here's mine:

Takiko

Name: Takiko
Gender: Female
Age: 25
Height: 5'6"

Appearance:
Obviously carrying mostly japanese genes, Takiko has long, straight black hair, that she usually keeps in a messy bun, to keep it from dangling about and catching onto things or generally getting in her way. Her eyes are a dark, almost black, brown in a pretty face. She is of average height, with a delicate build and the constant diet now forced on her left her a little too skinny. Even though one would have to take a closer look to see it, she has some decent muscles, not bulky or anything, but firm. Her skin is light, a little rosy in color, though now usually dirty or hidden by her clothes. She wears well-worn, fitted jeans, that don't hinder her movements, held safely in place by a just as well-worn leater belt, a simple black tank-top -tucked inside the jeans-, a dark, wine-red, wide, hoodie zipped up overneath and, when it gets colder, a dark green cargo-jacket with lots of pockets that she keeps in her simple, black bagpack together with something to eat, drink and a few medical necessities she managed to accquire over time. Her footwear is a pair of worn brown boots, going up mid-calf and tightly laced with black laces in the front. She wears a pair of simple, silver-rimmed glasses, because of near-sightedness.



Personality:
+intelligent
+level-headed & calm
-stubborn
+nice & compassionate

Bio:
Takiko started out studying medicine at Chicago University, where she had grown up and been all her live, because it had been her parents wish to stay close to home. It hadn't axactly been what she'd wanted though. Not the medicine part, she'd always been wanting to be a doctor, unlike her father who'd always wanted her to follow in his fottsteps as a lawyer. What she had been dreaming of ever since high school, had been to leave home. To try and live somewhere else. Not because she needed a fresh start or because she had no friends she would miss, no, she had plenty of the latter. But she had always viewed going to University as a different part of her life. The next step. And still living in Chicago felt like she hadn't moved on at all. As if she hadn't and wouldn't grow up beyond the young woman she was. So, after her second semester, she told her parents she would transfer elsewhere. And She did, despite their protests and their anger and the discussion it all evolved into.
And while Takiko hadn't meant that move to seperate them in any way, it did. Because she had her parents stubborness. She came home on holidays, called at least twice a week, to assure them she was doing fine, but while she was aware they were appreciating all that, they couldn't bring themselves to completly forgive her for going against their wishes like that. It was stupid to fight over something like that, stupid to break off communication to a certain point, and Takiko had been sure, eventually, they'd give in and just be happy that she was happy. And the latter had just gradually been progressing in that direction, when the creature had started appearing and the virus spread, becoming uncontrollable. At that point, Takiko had been close to finishing her training at a hospital, so close to really being a doctor who deserved the title and not just some rookie-doctor-in-training. But she couldn't finish, of course. Not when, in a matter of days, the hospital was pretty much run over by the creatures after several patients had been brought in with some kind of infection noone could explain. Takiko was lucky to have made it out alive, she wasn't sure if any of her colleagues could say the same.

Skills:
+medical knowledge and training
+fast runner, fit, good reflexes & fighting ability (thanks to daily jogs and a few martial arts classes)

Other:
+carries around two guns (one in her backpack and the other kept tucked in her waistband against the small of her back) and a sturdy cooking knife (about as long as her lower arm and stuck in a self-made sheath in her left boot) she picked up somewhere
-directionally challenged
-gets a little paranoid in the dark, not in the panicky, running-around-while-screaming-her-lungs-out kind of way, but in the heart-beating-so-loud-you-have-to-stop-and-make-an-effort-to-listen-every-few-feet kind of way
~left-handed

The Outpost | Always accepting

Yes, please do :D

Malicious. Unintended. Super & Elegant (Muse) [VKAllen x Rhapsody]

Kat frowned at Sirius and shook her head, opening her mouth to answer when Daniel said the exact thing she'd been thinking and about to say as well. Well, mostly the same, she would've left out the 'dude'. She nodded in agreement with him. "Exactly!" she commented on it. "Look," Sirius tried to calm the both of them down again, a little annoyed probably. "I know she'd not here now and neither is Lann, but we can't just assume things. Emilia will probably turn up soon!" he said with a smile and Kat sighed. He might be right. She would give Emilia another hour and mail her some more and when that time was over she'd try to call. She just hoped everything was alright. "We'll be fine on our own." she heard Sirius add and smiled at that. Of course they would be. It was just that Emilia always managed to get Kat to relax properly. And she always had some food for her.

She gasped. "My lunch!" she exclaimed, realizing she would have to survive on what little she had brought. She wasn't too fond of fighting her way through the cafeteria. And she barely had any time to make herself something in the mornings, because she was busy making lunch boxes for her younger siblings. It was strange, becasue even when she got up earlier and made more, for some reason she nerver got to make some for herself in the end. She was cursed in that regard.

Kat realized she had actually said that out loud and must've sounded quite horrible. "I didn't mean it.. that way." she tried to right herself and cleared her throat, glancing at Sirius and Daniel, whom both of them she expected to smirk teasingly at her. "And I am not always only thinking of food!" she added, already having heard that little comment a thousand times. She was an fit and probably even still growing teenager, of course she needed plenty to eat! She didn't say tha tout loud though, because she was also a girl and while she didn't care much for appearances most of the time, she knew she tended to behave like a guy sometimes, and she had started trying to reduce that kind of thing. After all, which girl wanted to be handled like a guy?

She shook her head lightly, getting rif of those thoughts, cause really, she hated having to think of those kind of things. Instead she got out her phone, sending Emilia another message along the lines of 'where are you?', 'are you alright?' and 'we're getting worried, here!'. She sighed and looked out of the window. The weather was great, but there'd be no soccer training today, unfortunately. Which meant Kat would be doing some grocery shopping after school, and cookig and laundry and tidying up the house some. She hoped she'd just have some time to soak in the sun in between.

BBC Sherlock -Sherlock is captured - Sherlock x Lestrade (Me and Rhapsody)

Lestrade didn't manage to restrain the smile as he saw Sherlock getting his minde deeper and deeper into the case. Luckily, the other man wasn't even looking at him anymore, only reading through the files, focusing on them and probably not even really hearing what Greg was asking him. "Good, I'll get my bag then, I'll be right back." he said and fished the keys of his car out of his coatpocket, then left he room, heading own the stairs and out the door, glancing up and down the street as he got the bag he kept in his car for this kind of days, where he didn't make it home for some reason or another.
As he headed back inside, Mrs.Hudson was already waiting for him at the foot of the stairs, looking worried and expectant and carrying a mug that smelled deliciously of coffee. She held it out for him. "The boys are more for tea, but you are more the coffee type, are you not?" she asked in that usual motherly way of hers. She insisterd not being the housekeeper, but whenever the need arose, she seemingly couldn't resist to clean up a bit or make some tea or food. Greg gave her thankful smile. "Thank you, Mrs.Hudson, I can not survive without it." he exaggerated and gained himself a smile, which vanished all too soon though. "How is Sherlock doig? He seems unusually quiet. Is he still sleping?" she inquired and Lestreade wondered how much he was allowed to tell. Nothing, perhaps, but he couldn't leave the poor Mrs.Hudson worried and not knowing anything. "Should I call John? I am sure he'd be more than glad to come back." she offered and Greg vigorously shook his head. "No, no thank you, Mrs.Hudson. I have given Sherlock a case, he's looking through it at the moment." eh tried to explain the silence and saw that Mrs.Hudson seemed a little relieved but still suspicious and worried. "And I will be staying for a while to look after him, so no worries." he finished and thanked her again for the coffee, but not giving her a chance to ask much more as he headed up the stairs and back into the licing room. He closed the door behind him and set his bag down, sitting down at the edge of the couch to drink his coffee, which he really needed after that kind of night and he hoped Mrs.Hudson would have some more for after the shower.

The Outpost | Always accepting

Great! and Thundercat? What do you think?

BBC Sherlock -Sherlock is captured - Sherlock x Lestrade (Me and Rhapsody)

Greg was really relieved to see Sherlock starting to get back to his usual self. He was sure Sherlock would notice that he was growing less tense and his expression softened a little as he looked at him, but he tried his best to act normal and as if nothing was happening. He just gave him an annoyed look, as annoyed as he could while actually being strangely happy so be insulted again, and didn't comment on any of it.
He got up, walking over to the desk and sorting the files back together, before handing them to Sherlock. "This is all we have on that recent murder and the last one is from a case of mine about two or three months ago. The crime scene had been that old warehouse, the one where I found you. The two cases are similar in some aspects and I was wondering whether they are actually linked. I can't seem to get a grip on anything in particular though..." he trailed off an sighed, rubbing his eyes. "Sherlock, may I use the bath for a bit? I've got a change of clothes in my car and I'd really like a quick shower." He asked, the request feeling a little awkward, but he was the kind that needed a hot shower to wake him up in the mornings, even if he hadn't actually slept. At all. Maybe he needed some sleep first, but now that the day had started that would have to wait.