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24 year-old Uni Student from Bonn, Germany
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(High) Casual - Advanced
been RPing for about 10 years now
Always open for new ideas :)
[UTC+1/CET]
(High) Casual - Advanced
been RPing for about 10 years now
Always open for new ideas :)
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BBC Sherlock -Sherlock is captured - Sherlock x Lestrade (Me and Rhapsody)
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10 yrs ago
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Oh, that sounds a lot like my sister xD
and why is she searching for her pants in your room? ^.^
and why is she searching for her pants in your room? ^.^
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ahaha, parents love it if you completly freak out only to tell them a few minutes later that it's alright, you just missed something xD
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When there was no sign of recoiling or panick, Greg realxed a bit and tightened his grib a little.
"And because you are you, I believe you will get over this real quick. You are home now, with me, being afraid here is illogical, is it not?" he said, attempting himself at Sherlocks kind of logic. If it didn't work, Sherlock would just make fun of him for it and even that would have accomplished something.
"I already told you, did I not? Noone knows about any of this. I didn't tell anyonre where I was going when I left the crime scene. I had never called reinforcements, that was just a bluff, and I still can't believe it worked. All I said when I grabbed the files was that I was letting you in on this case. Neither Donovan nor Anderson are even suspecting any of this, alright?" he explained himself in more detail, to make sure there would be no doubt left for Sherlock regarding the matter.
"And because you are you, I believe you will get over this real quick. You are home now, with me, being afraid here is illogical, is it not?" he said, attempting himself at Sherlocks kind of logic. If it didn't work, Sherlock would just make fun of him for it and even that would have accomplished something.
"I already told you, did I not? Noone knows about any of this. I didn't tell anyonre where I was going when I left the crime scene. I had never called reinforcements, that was just a bluff, and I still can't believe it worked. All I said when I grabbed the files was that I was letting you in on this case. Neither Donovan nor Anderson are even suspecting any of this, alright?" he explained himself in more detail, to make sure there would be no doubt left for Sherlock regarding the matter.
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ah, no, I'm like that as well ^.^
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it doesn't have identification?
haha, relieved now? ^.^
haha, relieved now? ^.^
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Greg looked back at him, reocignizing the fear in his eyes, the shaking the tears. He had seen it several times already on vitcims to kidnappings and the like. It was a normal reaction. But to see it on Sherlock, who was anything but normal..
He kept watching him even as he looked away. But he had finally managed to get him to look at him for a bit. "I'm going to touch you now." he said calmly, warning him to keep him from recoiling like he had before. Greg reached out, carefully placing a hand on his arm and left it at that for a minute. Then he slid a little closer and placed his other hand slowly on Sherlocks knee.
He looked at him intently. "This is normal, Sherlock. It's a completly normal reaction, and I believe, no, I know you can beat this."
Greg slid even closer and lifted his hands, reaching out once more. "I am going to pull you close now." And so he did. He lightly grabbed the other mans shoulders and easily turned and slid him closer on the smooth leather of the sofa. Careful not to put pressure on his injuries, he adjusted him against himself. He had one knee drawn up and resting against the back of the couch, the other down on the floor and Sherlock in between, his back resting against the drawn up knee and held in place by his arm around his shoulders. Gregs other hand was on Sherlocks knees.
"Is this alright?" he asked softly, just in case, slackening the his grip on the man who was leaning against his chest now.
He kept watching him even as he looked away. But he had finally managed to get him to look at him for a bit. "I'm going to touch you now." he said calmly, warning him to keep him from recoiling like he had before. Greg reached out, carefully placing a hand on his arm and left it at that for a minute. Then he slid a little closer and placed his other hand slowly on Sherlocks knee.
He looked at him intently. "This is normal, Sherlock. It's a completly normal reaction, and I believe, no, I know you can beat this."
Greg slid even closer and lifted his hands, reaching out once more. "I am going to pull you close now." And so he did. He lightly grabbed the other mans shoulders and easily turned and slid him closer on the smooth leather of the sofa. Careful not to put pressure on his injuries, he adjusted him against himself. He had one knee drawn up and resting against the back of the couch, the other down on the floor and Sherlock in between, his back resting against the drawn up knee and held in place by his arm around his shoulders. Gregs other hand was on Sherlocks knees.
"Is this alright?" he asked softly, just in case, slackening the his grip on the man who was leaning against his chest now.
Takiko woke up with a start and froze immediately, concentrating hard to blend out her thumping heartbeat and listen to any sounds indicating that she was not alone this morning. It had happened often enough, but this time, she was lucky. With a sigh, she sat up and glanced around. As usual, even the sleep that she got didn't seem to be able to do anything about the fatigue that had settled in her bones. She had managed a few days before, to get herself a car again. It wasn't her first one, she had had a few over the last few weeks, but it was the first van she had found with an almost full fuel tank. And until now, at least, she had managed to find enough other easily accessible cars to get more fuel from. That wasn't a given, since a lot of cars one found where completely empty, driven until they couldn't go on any longer, and Takiko had yet to find out how to actually get fuel out of a gas station without electricity.
The inside of the back of the van was lit up with dim light, sunlight that was filtering through the curtain she had put up behind the front seats. The back windows she had covered with some kind of black plastic sheets and a whole lot of tape, both of which she'd found on her way, after waking up in the morning once to find one of the creatures staring at her through the window. Not exactly the best way to start a day, with a heart attack. So she'd made sure it wouldn't happen again.
She crawled out of the sleeping bag she was using and rolled it up, folding it as much as possible, wrapping it up with some thread and securing it to her backpack. She had already lost about half of her things once because she had needed to flee in a hurry, without any time to pack up what was lying around. Again, something you didn't do twice. When that was done, she turned around to the provisions, which were stacked in a laundry-basket at the side of the van. She had made sure to pack a good deal of those as well, of course, but big water bottles and cans of food weren't things she could lug around easily if she needed to be fast. She grabbed one of the smaller cans now and quickly opened it with her knife. She was glad she had something to eat that would actually fill her empty stomach, but every morning she kept thinking about hot showers and bread and scrambled eggs and even though it always made the taste of the canned food, which mostly wasn't really that bad, fade, she couldn't stop the thoughts from resurfacing in her mind all the time.
A shower, she knew, was wishful thinking. A hot one even more so. But a bath... that was possible. She'd already done it several times, heading out of the city and finding herself some creek or lake or whatever that looked clean enough, or at least cleaner than she herself, to get a bath and scrub herself clean for once. In those part it was unlikely to meet any of the creatures, sicne there wasn't anything to lure them there. And she was sick of always running around full of dirt and sweat. It had been worse the first weeks after all of this had started, but she had grown kind of used to it by now. And she wasn't actually meeting any people anyway. And those one might meet didn't care, either because they were kind of dead or because they were in the same situation.
But a bath was in order now, she decided, and pulled a map out of her bag, searching her current location, in between bites, a small town a few miles from the suburbs of Chicago. It wouldn't take long to get to the city anymore, but then again, she wasn't sure whether she could just drive right in. It was a big city and the last bigger one she had seen had streets clogged up with left behind cars. And once inside, the chances of getting that bath would be shoved far away for a long while, she guessed. She stared at the map. She had not expected to come back here like this. She had always wished to come back someday, but after that huge fight with her parents over the choice she'd made concerning university, she had sworn herself not to come back until they apologized and accepted it. And now she was back to search for them. To see whether they were even still alive.
Takiko wasn't sure what she was expecting to find. The first few days, when electricity had still worked remotely properly, she had managed to call them a few times. Later they had send messages from time to time. The last time she had heard of them had been weeks, probably months ago, though. It was likely they had moved somewhere else, but they had never told her about any plans of the kind, so she decided to go where she was most likely to find some hints as to their whereabouts. More than once it had crossed her mind how unlikely it was that they were still alive and waiting for her somewhere, but she wouldn't give up until she had proof.
Finishing her breakfast, she got up, peeking through the curtains to make sure the street was clean of creatures, before taking up the drivers seat and starting the car. The map was lying on the passengers seat, folded so tha she could see the exact way she had to drive to the little forest she was heading for. It had a small lake marked in it and wasn't too out of her way, so she really hoped it would be usable and spare her a longer drive that might make her need to get some more fuel. After another glance outside and into the mirrors, she started the car, backed out of the parking lot she had used and got on her way.
The inside of the back of the van was lit up with dim light, sunlight that was filtering through the curtain she had put up behind the front seats. The back windows she had covered with some kind of black plastic sheets and a whole lot of tape, both of which she'd found on her way, after waking up in the morning once to find one of the creatures staring at her through the window. Not exactly the best way to start a day, with a heart attack. So she'd made sure it wouldn't happen again.
She crawled out of the sleeping bag she was using and rolled it up, folding it as much as possible, wrapping it up with some thread and securing it to her backpack. She had already lost about half of her things once because she had needed to flee in a hurry, without any time to pack up what was lying around. Again, something you didn't do twice. When that was done, she turned around to the provisions, which were stacked in a laundry-basket at the side of the van. She had made sure to pack a good deal of those as well, of course, but big water bottles and cans of food weren't things she could lug around easily if she needed to be fast. She grabbed one of the smaller cans now and quickly opened it with her knife. She was glad she had something to eat that would actually fill her empty stomach, but every morning she kept thinking about hot showers and bread and scrambled eggs and even though it always made the taste of the canned food, which mostly wasn't really that bad, fade, she couldn't stop the thoughts from resurfacing in her mind all the time.
A shower, she knew, was wishful thinking. A hot one even more so. But a bath... that was possible. She'd already done it several times, heading out of the city and finding herself some creek or lake or whatever that looked clean enough, or at least cleaner than she herself, to get a bath and scrub herself clean for once. In those part it was unlikely to meet any of the creatures, sicne there wasn't anything to lure them there. And she was sick of always running around full of dirt and sweat. It had been worse the first weeks after all of this had started, but she had grown kind of used to it by now. And she wasn't actually meeting any people anyway. And those one might meet didn't care, either because they were kind of dead or because they were in the same situation.
But a bath was in order now, she decided, and pulled a map out of her bag, searching her current location, in between bites, a small town a few miles from the suburbs of Chicago. It wouldn't take long to get to the city anymore, but then again, she wasn't sure whether she could just drive right in. It was a big city and the last bigger one she had seen had streets clogged up with left behind cars. And once inside, the chances of getting that bath would be shoved far away for a long while, she guessed. She stared at the map. She had not expected to come back here like this. She had always wished to come back someday, but after that huge fight with her parents over the choice she'd made concerning university, she had sworn herself not to come back until they apologized and accepted it. And now she was back to search for them. To see whether they were even still alive.
Takiko wasn't sure what she was expecting to find. The first few days, when electricity had still worked remotely properly, she had managed to call them a few times. Later they had send messages from time to time. The last time she had heard of them had been weeks, probably months ago, though. It was likely they had moved somewhere else, but they had never told her about any plans of the kind, so she decided to go where she was most likely to find some hints as to their whereabouts. More than once it had crossed her mind how unlikely it was that they were still alive and waiting for her somewhere, but she wouldn't give up until she had proof.
Finishing her breakfast, she got up, peeking through the curtains to make sure the street was clean of creatures, before taking up the drivers seat and starting the car. The map was lying on the passengers seat, folded so tha she could see the exact way she had to drive to the little forest she was heading for. It had a small lake marked in it and wasn't too out of her way, so she really hoped it would be usable and spare her a longer drive that might make her need to get some more fuel. After another glance outside and into the mirrors, she started the car, backed out of the parking lot she had used and got on her way.
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Greg pulled back his hand when he saw how Sherlock was reacting to the touch. He sighed and shook his head, although the other man couldn't see that since he had closed his eyes firmly. He almost managed not to comment, but.. "Greg." he corrected him with a scowl.
But he knew Sherlock didn't actually want him to call John. And Greg was not yet ready to give up on trying to help him himself.
"You are not fine." he said softly, watching Sherlock sob and panic and really just wanted to hug him or something. But he obviously hadn't reacted too well to being touched. He turned, sitting sideways so that he would look directly at Sherlock.
"Sherlock." he waited a bit for a reaction. "Sherlock look at me." he said. "I'm here, okay? You're safe now! I've got my gun with me and I'm not going anywhere, alright?" he told him, keeping his voice low and soft, trying his best to calm the other man.
But he knew Sherlock didn't actually want him to call John. And Greg was not yet ready to give up on trying to help him himself.
"You are not fine." he said softly, watching Sherlock sob and panic and really just wanted to hug him or something. But he obviously hadn't reacted too well to being touched. He turned, sitting sideways so that he would look directly at Sherlock.
"Sherlock." he waited a bit for a reaction. "Sherlock look at me." he said. "I'm here, okay? You're safe now! I've got my gun with me and I'm not going anywhere, alright?" he told him, keeping his voice low and soft, trying his best to calm the other man.
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"Of course I'm really worried about her!" she exlcaimed and turned around to scowl at Daniel. "And not because of the food, damn it!" she added, her scowl turning into a glare. She huffed, irritated and turned back around, staring at her phone, waiting for it to light up any second. She was also annoyed at Daniel for all that 'rack' talk. It was disgusting, in her opinion. But she guessed that was thanks to the swimming team guys inlfuence. They were all like that and even though Kat was pretty sure Daniel wasn't one to get influenced fast by others, it seemed to be normal at that age and with those surroundings. Funny how she sometimes sounded like some old woman. Most of her friends were guys for some reason and she always felt like she needed Emilias full female charm close to balance that out.
The bell rang and their history lesson begun, with Kat rather unable to concentrate properly, constantly glancing at the display of her phone. But there was no answer from Emilia yet and Kat almost got caught thrice. Luckily the teacher wasn't one to say anything about this kind of thing if you noticed soon enough and stopped right away. Any other teacher and he or her would have taken the phone from her the very first time. Which, of course, she couldn't risk. She needed her phone, not because she had to constantly check for messages or her facebook page or that kind of thing, but simply because she always needed to be contactable by her various siblings if an emergency were to turn up. Which had already happened plenty of times. And her mother usually couldn't get away from her work, as well as he elder brother, so she was the one who would have to leave whatever she was doing an run to take over. And she didn't actually mind that, most of the time.
Sighing, Kat alternated between gazing out the window and copying whatever was being written on the blackboard. She would have to try and look over it all once more in the evening, when she had some time to herself, and probably ask someone to help her catch up. Normally she would ask Emilia, but she wasn't here. So then, she was thinking of Sirius, but he had so much to do with the Cultural Festival coming up, he most likely didn't have the time for it. So that left Daniel. Kat lightly turned around to get a look at him and see whether he was even remotely concentrating on the lesson.
The bell rang and their history lesson begun, with Kat rather unable to concentrate properly, constantly glancing at the display of her phone. But there was no answer from Emilia yet and Kat almost got caught thrice. Luckily the teacher wasn't one to say anything about this kind of thing if you noticed soon enough and stopped right away. Any other teacher and he or her would have taken the phone from her the very first time. Which, of course, she couldn't risk. She needed her phone, not because she had to constantly check for messages or her facebook page or that kind of thing, but simply because she always needed to be contactable by her various siblings if an emergency were to turn up. Which had already happened plenty of times. And her mother usually couldn't get away from her work, as well as he elder brother, so she was the one who would have to leave whatever she was doing an run to take over. And she didn't actually mind that, most of the time.
Sighing, Kat alternated between gazing out the window and copying whatever was being written on the blackboard. She would have to try and look over it all once more in the evening, when she had some time to herself, and probably ask someone to help her catch up. Normally she would ask Emilia, but she wasn't here. So then, she was thinking of Sirius, but he had so much to do with the Cultural Festival coming up, he most likely didn't have the time for it. So that left Daniel. Kat lightly turned around to get a look at him and see whether he was even remotely concentrating on the lesson.
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