Sherlock RP {Accepting}

[Adam Winchester]

Elizabeth Moriarty (Goodwell)

Elizabeth unpacked a few things from one of the boxes, dusting off the mantle over the fireplace and placing things such as Isaiah's high school diploma and an old childish snow globe on it. She analyzed the snow globe a moment. It was old, probably from Isaiah's childhood years. He probably had no idea where he'd even gotten it, but he had more than likely attached some memory to the object. Elizabeth looked around at the open boxes, reading the little clues the items gave off about the man she was assisting.
The mixed silverware indicated that Isaiah had moved into the place alone, without much aid from family or friends. The condition of the flat told that Isaiah was very low on money, probably because the cash he did have went to his university funds. However, the many news clippings of nearby jobs that had fallen from their envelope showed that Isaiah planned to make money during his time away from his studies. Elizabeth could see many things in the piles of boxes. One thing she saw she found painfully relatable.
"You don't get along with your family..." she commented sadly.

[amithethird]

Isaiah Ackerly

Isaiah had busied himself with putting his books in his book shelf-engineering text books, books about physics, books about computers, books about architecture. Some of them were new, but some of them were very worn with frayed corners and curling covers.-so when Elizabeth spoke he was a little startled. He stopped a moment and looked at her.
He paused a moment to process what she'd said. Something about his family. She'd said he didn't get along with them. But how could she possibly know that? He wasn't saying it wasn't true but...
"No. No not really," he said, turning back to the books, "My parents wanted me to go into business like my dad. They offered to pay for college even, as long as I went into business. I wanted to be an engineer though. They didn't exactly approve of that..."

[Lance-McClain]

Novak Aiden Peluso
Looked between the two as they spoke and shrugged, walking off to go unpack the kitchen stuff he forgot about. He definetly wasn't like his dad or uncle. They were extremely intelligent. What happened to Novak, then? He was intelligent, truth-be-told, but not like his uncle who could figure out your whole past because you wrote a certain shirt that day. He sighed as he thought about it and walked up to the box, taking things out. He looked around at the small kitchen and nodded. It want nice but it wasn't bad. Just right.

[Adam Winchester]

Elizabeth Moriarty (Goodwell)

Elizabeth cast her eyes down, observing a crack in the wooden floor. A couple had lived here before, a happy one, except they had an argument on whether or not to move. Judging by the marks of a broom handle on the ceiling, it was due to their annoying neighbor Sherlock Holmes.
"I wanted to be a doctor," Elizabeth smiled at Isaiah, thinking back to when she had first told this plan to her brother. She had to have been about 19. He had shot the idea down, told her that he would leave his 'business' to her eventually, and she would have no need of stupid, normal work. She shrugged and sighed a little, a finger sliding subconsciously to the scar on her left arm she'd gotten when she'd argued she didn't want to take her brother's business. "My brother had different ideas for me. So, here I am. Unemployed."

[amithethird]

Isaiah Ackerly

"Your brother?" Isaiah asked, "What happened to your parents?"
It was bad enough to have controlling parents, but a controlling older brother sounded a lot worse to him. Parents were supposed to be controlling life-ruiners. Older siblings were the one who were supposed to have your back. He was the older in his family, so he wouldn't know what it was like to have an older sibling, but he had plenty of younger siblings. He'd always done his best to try and protect them for their parents' unrealistic expectations.

[pappuppy]

{{Could I make an oc? Female?}}

[Adam Winchester]

Elizabeth Moriarty (Goodwell)

"They're dead," Elizabeth said gently, remembering that day when she was about 14 years old...

Flashback
"Where's mum and dad?" Elizabeth demanded. Her brother had spent too long sitting in his chair, ignoring her words and questions. Her parents had been gone for several days now, and only Jim knew where they were. Finally, he answered her, looking at her with sorrow.
"They're dead, Lizzy. They're gone..."

"To be honest, I never did find out how they died," Elizabeth whispered.

[Lance-McClain]

{Yes.}

{Alright... I'm happy... Misha Collins posted his number on twitter and its on tumblr now and... I have it. }

[amithethird]

(I know!I heard about that too! D8 Just when we thought Misha couldn't get any more insane...he does this. My reaction was half: OMG THIS IS AMAZING I NEED TO CALL THIS NUMBER RIGHT NOW and half: ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FRAKING MIND, MISHA!?!? WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MIND WOULD DO THAT???)

Isaiah Ackerly

"Oh," Isaiah said, suddenly embarrassed, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked."
He finished putting his books in the shelf and walked over to another box of random junk. In it were mostly little things he'd tinkered with over the years and small boxes of parts. Most of the things were useless things that were little more than desk toys, but he enjoyed making them. He closed that box up and put it on top of the box of clothes. What else could go in the living room?

[Adam Winchester]

((Did any of you guys see Jared's response to it? xD "I WOULD, but I don't really like you. Apologies." I died for a solid 10 minutes at least. Also, can Elizabeth and Jim interact, Luci? Can I call you that...? If so just have him be the one who texted her.))

Elizabeth Moriarty (Goodwell)

Elizabeth shrugged, grabbing a box that obviously belonged in the bedroom. She stared at the contents, analyzing their importance to Isaiah. He was such an interesting person, whether he knew it or not. Suddenly, Elizabeth's phone buzzed. She set the box down on the counter and looked at her messages.