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Choice*moves quickly towards you and kisses you violently and passionately*
What do you do?
A) Step back quickly and look affronted.
B) Return the kiss with equal passion.
If option A:
*steps back slowly* I'm sorry. *turns and disappears* *loud noises are heard from the bedroom* *appears 20 minutes later with suitcases bulging* I'm very sorry for the misunderstanding. You will never have to deal with that from me again. Farewell. *bows deeply and shuts front door*
If option B:
*pulls you closer* *things begin intensifying* *leads to happenings of a sort I'd rather not put in print*
Thank you for playing.
Blood and TearsVERY IMPORTANT FOR UNDERSTANDING PLEASE READ BEFORE YOU MOVE ON SERIOUSLY GUYS
A/N: This roleplay might be a little bit hard to read, as it was written originally as a Twitter conversation, but I'll try my best to explain:
The characters are Sherlock and John, and the handle for Sherlock is @SAloyciusH and for John is @JHamishW, but since it was a conversation all of Sherlock's text begins with @JHamishW and all John's text begins with @SAloyciusH. Phew! Confusing, no? If you still can't figure out whose is whose, the sulking is Sherlock and the badassery is John. XD (For an even coarser distinction, spelling: Sherlock; not-as-good spelling: John. Sorry love...)
And now that I've probably made it worse by trying to explain, here is Blood & Tears. Enjoy!
@JHamishW *stands in living room attacking the sofa with the riding crop* *does not acknowledge John's entrance into the room*
@SAloyciusH *stares at Sherlock for a moment then shakes head* Wha-no, never mind I do not want to know. *pic
Hard Day's Night It’s been a hard day’s night
John dragged his feet up the stairs. He’d been called into A&E because of a huge fire that had broken out near Westminster, and because of the sheer number of casualties he’d been forced to work nigh on six hours after he’d already worked a 12-hour day at the hospital.
And I’ve been working like a dog
It wasn’t that John particularly minded working at the hospital, but he wished he’d had more than just two hours between times. He was sure that after all that time, Sherlock would’ve had something else explode in the microwave and he’d have to clean that up as well.
It’s been a hard day’s night
John finally reached the top of the staircase and stumbled into the living room to find Sherlock sitting on the sofa with a plate of toast, watching the news on the telly. Without looking up, Sherlock asked, “So how was it?” John
Come Back, JohnJohn, why did you have to go to Waterford today of all days? You know I need you here, and not just to work on the case… -SH
Because Harry pitched a fit and refuses to talk to anyone else. She’s in her forties for christ’s sake! I haven’t got a clue what’s she upset about but Clara called and that’s why I’m going to Waterford. Trust me, I’d rather be back home than going to deal with my sister… -JW
Bullocks: they’re just trying to take you away from me again. At a guess, Clara confiscated the claret and hid it under the duvet in the guest bedroom. Don’t bother with the mixers. Clear it up fast and come back, please. –SH
How- oh never mind. I’ll be back as quick as I can. I’m not thrilled to be going you know. I think I can hear Harry shouting from the front garden. –JW
Oh lor. Ware the busssshes. Annnd say hi to clarr fr me. –SH luck with claret.
Have you been drinking? Never mind. Oh appa
ExhaustionSherlock slumped down facefirst into the couch, his brain overworked from an intense case he'd received from Lestrade a week ago. He'd been going for a week straight without food or sleep, and even he was looking haggard. –SH
John nudged the prone detective and placed a cup of tea on the table near the couch before sitting down his chair. –JW
Sherlock rolled over with a groan. John looked worried at the sight of the detective's overworked face: bloodshot eyes, dark circles, and loose skin from the weight that he didn't need to lose. "Must I, John?" he grumbled. –SH
"Yes" John gave Sherlock a very serious look and pointed at the cup of tea with absolute authority. "Drink it and I'll not pester you for the rest of the day about eating."-JW
Sherlock attempted to give John a death glare, which backfired with Sherlock's extreme tiredness. He sat up groggily and sipped at his tea. He made a face. "Really, John? Milk?" But he finished his tea without further comment, and, wh
Hearts (postlude) It was 18 months later, and John felt time stop as he watched the dark figure falling from the roof of St. Bart’s hospital. He could feel all his memories returning as the figure dropped in slow motion: all his memories of school, of his family, and most importantly, his memories of Sherlock. He remembered the first conversation they’d had, and the last. He realized Sherlock had always remembered those, throughout the past 18 months that they had been in the same flat. He wondered what it must have been like for him: remembering the conversations and the quarrel while John sat next to him, not remembering a word of it. He wished he’d been able to apologize. He had never wanted to say those awful things to his best friend, and every day in Uni and in Afghanistan he had wished he could take them back. Now it was too late. As he watched the only person he had ever cared for falling to his death, he cried without hope of being heard, “I’m sorry S
Party to MurderI need a cuddle buddy if this cold weather is going to continue. Also I will need lots of tea. Earl Grey tea.
SHERLOCK SHALL JOIN YOU! Except that I'm not entirely sure where you live... XD That Earl Grey should do nicely for you, though.
I can have you and John over sometime. -Lestrade.
Sounds great! -SH
You sound excited. Should I be worried?- JW
Mm, depends on what's in the tea... -SH
I've been wanting to have you two over for quite some time, it'll be fun.-GL
Greg, your definition of fun vastly differs from HIS definition of fun. _JW
Sadly, you do have a point -SH
The gun stays at home.- JW
You are telling me that even your consulting detective wouldn't like a nice quiet evening playing chess? He could bring his violin if he likes.
Oh that might cheer him up. I do have to warn you though he will choose to play whatever he likes. No matter how annoying. But it should keep him from shooting anything.-JW
Maybe I'll invite Anderson... that might keep him oc
Hearts (chapter 8)When John passed by his old Uni colleague Mike Stamford in the park, he had no flash of recognition, nor anything to suggest that John had once known the man. Mike recognized John, however, and called him over. John pretended to recognize him, and indeed he had a vague sense that this was someone familiar. They had a short and rather awkward conversation over coffee, and when John mentioned that he was looking for a flat and a flatmate, Mike perked up.
“You’re the second person to mention needing a flatmate today,” Mike said. “Who was the first?” John asked, a bit interested. “Come on, I’ll take you to meet him,” Mike said cheerily, standing up from where they had been sitting.
The morgue of St. Bartholomew’s hospital was not a place one expected to meet a potential flatmate, but that was exactly where Stamford took John. They passed by a pretty young woman in the hallway and she seemed to cringe at the sight of John, but John didn&
Awkward DreamsSherlock froze, every limb pinned to the hard wooden floor, his mouth astonishingly trapped beneath someone else’s matching lips. He attempted to assess his situation. The individual was exceedingly lanky, and very strong, despite his weight. Sherlock felt the pressure of unusual shoes against his ankles. He tried to deduce whether the person was male or female, but his vision was blocked by skin. He could feel longish hair brushing his forehead, but that didn’t tell him very much. Sherlock closed his eyes resignedly and hoped that the person, whoever they were, would get off soon.
After about a minute and a half of excruciatingly awkward silence and immobility, the figure rolled off of Sherlock. Sherlock immediately propped himself on his elbow to see the mysterious figure that had so incapacitated him. He was confronted with a long, angular man with a peculiar sense of style: a tweed jacket, pinstriped shirt, bowtie, red suspenders just visible under the tweed, pants that
Coffee and rolls...? part 2
Walking down the crowded streets to your apartment, you felt beat tired. Trudging up the steps you ran into your neighbor, Arthur, a British ‘gentleman’ as he puts it. “Hey Arthur, is Al any better?” he shook his head no “He’s still in the cast, and he says it hurts like hell…” he waved goodbye and continued on his way.
Your apartment complex was one of those tight nit ones, were all the residents knew each other and acted like friends, it was a really nice place. When you finally reached your door you started to rummage through your bag looking for your key.
Finally finding the darn thing you unlocked your door and stepped inside. Setting your things down you flung yourself onto your couch, phone and note in hand. Quickly dialling the number you put the phone up to your ear and waited. One ring. Two ring. Three ring. Was he not going to pick up? then there was a click. “H’llo?” your heart melted. “H-hey, is this B
TurnaboutInked Puppetry: Turnabout.
A week after the victory on Moebius, the Freedom Fighters had met up for breakfast at Chuck's diner, sitting around a table large enough for all but two of them. Nicole, not needing to eat, was working, and Emerl was with her, mostly out of his usual need to be by her side, but also, he felt, out of necessity- Nicole was currently highly unpopular with people, especially the specific group that made up Mina's fandom, and Emerl felt the need to be with her at all times.
Fiona's seat had been newly squeezed in, between Tails and Bunnie, and she was currently leaning on the shoulder of the former, while chatting with the latter between mouthfuls.
“How're you two this mornin', then?” Bunnie asked. She had less food than the others- the conversion of material fit for Mobian consumption into energy that her bionics could use was a slow process, meaning that, during downtime, she could survive on much smaller meals.
“We're good.” Fiona smiled
OCT Round 1 - P3Tobias spun to see Phasma’s fist remaining where Silver Wolf’s head had once be. Certainly not anywhere near being Alex now, but in the full hero-zone, Silver Wolf rubbed her chin and tried not to wince. Why had she not even seen that coming?!
“Phasma, what are you-?” Tobias was cut off by Luna issuing a rumbling growl deep from the recesses of her throat and making a leap at Phasma’s arm, teeth opening to meet his wrist. Wanting to prevent any conflict, Tobias wrapped his arms in a vice-like grip around the wolf’s legs and dug his heels into the sand. Heaving the wolf back was not easy. Luckily for the boy, Luna had not suspected her usual comrade’s interference and hesitated, giving him the chance to gain purchase,
“Luna, come on, we can’t-“
Both of them looked up sharply when a crack cut through the air from behind them, paused in their awkward half-wrestle to crane their necks behind them, Luna’s ears darting upright
Star Fallen - Prologue - Thieves "I can't help but close my eyes for life
And dream a different ending
That when I wake, I won't be so exhausted
And I will stop with my pretending
That I'm fine, I'm fine if I can fool myself tonight
And my lie will drown out all of yours."
The silver lights of the Aether began to retreat far into the distance as the two people rode away, their horses running fast across the plains towards the forest that would provide better cover. Dark storm clouds began to circles around the silver half-moon in the sky as the news of the recent intruders' theft hit the Lord of the Aether's ears.
"So close," A woman shouted over the cold wind that was beginning to stir up "if we can make it into the forest, Notch can't find us and then we would be safe as we head back to the golden gates?"
The man beside her dropped his cloak hood to reveal ear-length and choppy brown hair with stern blue eyes. He glanced back at the wo
Intro to a new lifeIt was a sunny, beautiful, Monday morning, the worst kind of day. I was walking to school with my best friend, my only friend really, Hope. She was being very gleeful as always, ranting about her parents and siblings or whatever, "So the night before, I had... are you even listening to me, Sammy?" she asked, "huh? oh, yeah, I-I'm listening", I said that I was, but I really wasn't, I was thinking about how, tonight, I was going to run away into the woods, ditching this hell hole called civilization. I was thinking about how my grandfather would act, probably with no emotion, how he acted with everything I did, heartless bastard. I was thinking about about how sad Hope might be. Hope is the only thing that has kept me from going into the woods for years now. Now enough about my sob story, lets talk more about Samuel McCalister Sparks the third, or you can just call me Sammy if you want, though it's not like you would be talking to anytime soon, I'm a damn character in a story.
When the Morning Breaks Us- Chapter 3
The two figures ran across and through the vast landscape, a mixture of hands and shoes and misted breath. Ciaran was too fast for Sadie; he was almost a minute ahead of her. She flailed her arms as she tried to pick up speed, but he seemed to be powered by an electric motor. Sadie often lost sight of him; he dodged behind trees or just went further ahead. She sprinted at full pelt, her breath short.
Ciaran began to scale up a ridge, on all fours again, giving Sadie an opportunity to catch up.
His nails dug into the earth, sending dirt and tiny rocks into Sadie's face below.
"Hey!" She spluttered, sending the debris tumbling to the ground.
Her hand reached upward, grabbing Ciaran's heel. The silver ring on her finger dug into the leather of his boots. She beamed at him, thinking she had victory.
He glanced sideways at her- a look filled with cunning- and shook his leg, managing to wriggle free of her grasp. He made a triumphant whooping c
OCT Round 1 - P2“You know, if we were awake right now, I’d have to arrest you.”
Phasma looked at the boy with some incredulity. After spotting Tobias he had removed one of his fabric arm-bands before unravelling it to make some kind of half-assed mask, biting and tearing crude eye holes in the soft cotton. Horrible, shabby, but still gave him the right to use “Phasma” when his name was asked for.
“Though,” the boy went on, “despite being unconscious, maybe we’re not dreaming. Maybe. It’s all pretty vivid if you ask me. I’ve dreamt a lot, I know these things.”
Phasma gave a long, slow look at the kid who swaggered a few steps ahead of him to the right, raising his brows,
“This,” the thief stated blatantly, “is all insane.” He emphasised just how insane it was by waving his hands in the air exasperatedly.
Tobias pressed his lips together, pausing as he thought he spotted movement ahead, squinting,
THU: OCT Round 1 - P1The feeling that he was floating was both a comforting sensation and a worrying one.
The source of the comfort was easy to pinpoint. Tobias could feel the warm water lapping at the edges of his body, pleasant and soft like velvet, his back filled with a heat that seemed to radiate to his very extremities and out through his fingertips like sunbeams. The air above the water, the side that greeted his gently smiling face, was heady but not clawing or humid. Rather, it held that perfect level of ambiance. The boy’s limbs felt like jelly and he was positive that he could happily lie there for the rest of eternity.
The worry was a lot harder to place. He wanted to stay, but he couldn't. He couldn't because that worried feeling continued to insistently poke around at the back of his mind until his head almost throbbed. He trailed his fingers in the water, registering the reddish hue of the inside of his eyelids. Why should he be worried? He was going to stay here forever where it was w
Dragonprince18's The Mummy 16Against the Dead
Tyrone and the heroes were now in the tomb, clearing a way some rocks to gain passage. Daniel was basically bossing them around.
"I'd start with those bigger rocks first," he instructed them. "Start from the top, otherwise the whole thing will cave in. Put your backs into it!" Nabu glares from his comrades shut him up real fast. Daniel examined the wall, then he noticed a 'bejeweled' beetle on the wall. "Hello, money-makers!" he said greedily as he pulled one out and examined it in his hand. "Guys, you should look at this…"
"Really, Daniel. You should try to at least help," Sky said, turning around to look at his friend, then yelled when he saw the beetle in his hand, "Daniel! Put that back where you found it right now!"
"C'mon, Sky it's just a jewel," Daniel grumbled when suddenly the shell broke open as a very alive scarab crawled out and burrowed into his arm! "HOLY COW!" he yelled as he screamed in pain. Everyone ran to him as Chris pulled Daniel's sleeved of
Hearts (chapter 7)After leaving medical school, John joined the army as a medic. After four years he was sent to Afghanistan, which was a living hell. John saw friends gunned down beside him while he lay helpless in a trench. He saw many young soldiers that he was unable to save because they had lost so much blood. A young woman that he had thought he had loved was killed while John watched. And still he survived. Something kept him going and kept him from harm. One day while his company was in the trenches, shooting and being shot, John was yelling at a friend to get down when he himself was shot in the shoulder. He remembered very little of that afternoon, except that everyone else died save one young man who inexpertly attempted to help take care of the wound. The few weeks went by with John hardly noticing a thing. When he finally emerged from his quasi-comatose state, he could remember almost nothing except that last battle. He could recite his mother’s phone number and street address, he cou
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