Sherlock Holmes, Consulting Detective (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
alldeduction) wrote2013-09-06 12:12 pm
alldeduction) wrote2013-09-06 12:12 pm
for rose and kit
It was the night before the new arena.
Everyone knew, of course. Tensions were high, priorities shifted. The Escorts and Stylists were focused and working ridiculously long hours on their secret projects, to have the perfect outfit for the next fight.
The next death.
Sherlock was sulking.
In truth, he hadn't really stopped sulking for a while, but it was more than obvious now. He barely left his room even for the common room, and he did nothing but lie on his bed, a hand across his eyes as he tried to come up with some way that he could keep both of the Watson's in the arena relatively safe and somehow not have it through getting himself killed in the first ten minutes. (He was beginning to suspect he really wouldn't be able to get away with that again.)
The last thing he was expecting were midnight visitors.
Everyone knew, of course. Tensions were high, priorities shifted. The Escorts and Stylists were focused and working ridiculously long hours on their secret projects, to have the perfect outfit for the next fight.
The next death.
Sherlock was sulking.
In truth, he hadn't really stopped sulking for a while, but it was more than obvious now. He barely left his room even for the common room, and he did nothing but lie on his bed, a hand across his eyes as he tried to come up with some way that he could keep both of the Watson's in the arena relatively safe and somehow not have it through getting himself killed in the first ten minutes. (He was beginning to suspect he really wouldn't be able to get away with that again.)
The last thing he was expecting were midnight visitors.