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lostcarnival2016-12-12 12:11 pm
thevictoriandetective) wrote in lostcarnival2016-12-12 12:11 pm
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The Empty Hearse--er, trailer.
Who: Sherlock and Gongenzaka
What: New roomies
Where: Their trailer
When: Some time before the Matrix
Honestly, Sherlock thought that he'd just lucked out with this trailer. He, being the kind of person that thought tea just 'happened' in the morning when it was his landlady making it for him before he got up, thought that the rather large and spacious size of his trailer was for no reason at all.
Yes, he was a genius.
And yes, he was also spectacularly thick sometimes.
Sherlock had very little belongs on his person, yet somehow he'd managed to acquire a bevy of useless items, books, and junk in the extremely short time he'd been in the Carnival.
There was a knife stabbed into the wall with some papers, leaves tacked on a piece of cardboard as he was trying to deterimine what made up the woods outside of the Carnival, various advertisements and pamphlets tacked up on the wall and scribbled bits of paper here and there with a red string leading from one thing to another, as he was trying to figure out how everything worked here. Normally that sort of analysis would be for murders, but there was a disappointing lack of such.
A few bees in a jar buzzed on a table, he would let them out after he was done cataloging them. A lone beetle crawled on a pile of trash in the corner.
Meanwhile, Sherlock was lying flat on his bunk, his fingertips pressed underneath his chin as he mused in his Mind Palace. Sorting the day's events in his memories.
What: New roomies
Where: Their trailer
When: Some time before the Matrix
Honestly, Sherlock thought that he'd just lucked out with this trailer. He, being the kind of person that thought tea just 'happened' in the morning when it was his landlady making it for him before he got up, thought that the rather large and spacious size of his trailer was for no reason at all.
Yes, he was a genius.
And yes, he was also spectacularly thick sometimes.
Sherlock had very little belongs on his person, yet somehow he'd managed to acquire a bevy of useless items, books, and junk in the extremely short time he'd been in the Carnival.
There was a knife stabbed into the wall with some papers, leaves tacked on a piece of cardboard as he was trying to deterimine what made up the woods outside of the Carnival, various advertisements and pamphlets tacked up on the wall and scribbled bits of paper here and there with a red string leading from one thing to another, as he was trying to figure out how everything worked here. Normally that sort of analysis would be for murders, but there was a disappointing lack of such.
A few bees in a jar buzzed on a table, he would let them out after he was done cataloging them. A lone beetle crawled on a pile of trash in the corner.
Meanwhile, Sherlock was lying flat on his bunk, his fingertips pressed underneath his chin as he mused in his Mind Palace. Sorting the day's events in his memories.
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I'm absolutely the worst person in the world to live with, you can ask my former roommate, or my brother, or my parents...you'll be running out of here in no time.
[Sherlock once left a severed head in the fridge. It didn't drive away John, but it gave him a good scare.
No where to find a severed head...]
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As for running out of here, this trailer was specifically noted as suitable for my own changes, so I, the man Gongenzaka, will not be spitting upon those efforts. I am here to stay.
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Fine. I doubt you'll last the week. Good luck.
[Prepare for gristly experiments!]
sobs he's in for so much,,,
GOOD LUCK INDEED