Sherlock RP {Accepting}

[GoldleafOG]

Willow thought about the murder. Just a guy... With a bullet wound smack between the eyes. The ones she was always acused of. They had a witness or two but that all the 'evidence' they came up with, as they never found the bullet either. She pondered over this. Maybe she would get to look at the body to-morrow.

[Kanaria]

"Sherlock, just have it out straight! What do you mean!" Lestrade wished it was ethical to strangle Sherlock at a crime scene. Honestly, he was no help at all.

[Lance-McClain]

Sherlock
suddenly froze and looked straight ahead. Serial killers are aways hard. We'll have to wait for him to make a mistake.

{I only follow the script when I'm brain dead or I can't think or a snarky, Sherlock-worthy reply... Sorry.}

[GoldleafOG]

Willow sighed, getting a call. She ignored it and unlocked the door to her house. She walked in and sighed, running her hands through her hair.

[Kanaria]

"So, he made a mistake." Lestrade said. "What is it? "

[Lance-McClain]

Sherlock
Got to the bottom of the stairs and looked up at Lestrade. Pink! He shouted and took off. After his ordeal with Willow, he got a taxi to Cardiff.

[Adam Winchester]

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"Hello, my name is Elizabeth Moriarty. Don't go running, I'm not like my older brother. In fact, I don't even go by Elizabeth Moriarty in public. To everyone else, I'm Elizabeth 'Lizzy' Goodwell.
I am 26 years old, and my birthday is on the 8th of June.
I don't have a job. My brother plans for me to take over for him when he's gone, and I pretend I'd love to, but in reality I don't. I want to be a doctor, always have. I've always wanted to help people, not kill them like Jim...
I'm a lot like my brother in some ways. I've got a proper mind, I can change how I appear to others... Don't think for a moment I AM him. He uses his ability for his sick evil purposes. I use mine to help people. I'm no Sherlock Holmes but if I weren't so afraid... If I weren't so afraid of my brother, I might be.
I won't try to describe myself further. There's no point of describing myself if I can change who I am with the snap of my fingers. However, there's one quality in myself that I value; I'm loyal until the very end."

Some Inside on Elizabeth
Elizabeth has a deep fascination with Sherlock Holmes, though it may not exactly be a crush. She was raised by her parents in England along with her elder brother Jim and her kid sister Whitney. She never went to college- why did she need to?- for Jim didn't allow it. Her parents died when she was about 14, and Jim took her in. Her sister Whitney died only five months after being put in Jim's care from unknown causes. Her older brother was stricken with grief, as was Elizabeth, for she holds a dark secret around her sister's untimely death, only 12 years old. She loves her brother, but she's also afraid of him. She knows the world would be better with him dead, but if she were the one holding a gun to his head, she could never pull the trigger.

I am Sherlocked, now and forever.

[Lance-McClain]

{Accepted.}

[Adam Winchester]

Elizabeth Moriarty (Goodwell)

Elizabeth sat in her flat in London, a dull room with hardly any decoration aside from the occasional news article pinned to the wall. The news clippings were of cases that were being followed, ones Elizabeth liked to solve when she was sitting on her black and white bed, drowning in boredom. The streets seemed so clear, so promising, but she knew the cold truth; out there was a world of death, filth, and lies. Somewhere out there one of her brother's minions were watching her, probably from afar, but nevertheless watching. With a sigh, she slipped on her black ballet flats- a necessity for the cutsy look she was attempting to pull off- and headed for th curb to hail a taxi. Her destination? She was unsure. She figured she'd pass by 221B Baker Street, the home of the famous Sherlock Holmes, and take a walk to see what she could find.

[amithethird]

Isaiah Ackerly

Isaiah finished taking his boxes down and counted to make sure they were all there. Now all that was left was his mattress. It was still waiting outside, leaning against the fence. Maybe someone passing by could help him get it in. He didn't want to trouble Mrs. Hudson. He walked back up the stairs and walked out onto the side walk in front of 221B. He looked at the mattress sitting there, sighed, and started to move it towards the open door.