A battle of whits || Modern day Sherlock Holmes RPG

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(K^^)
Madeline
Madeline followed Mrs. Hudson slowly up the stairs. She really wasn't too worried what the flat was like- so long as she could afford it. She held her left arm awkwardly with her right. Madeline didn't like meeting new people, even though she had been for the whole of her life. Or what she could remember of it anyway.
"It's up on the top floor." Mrs. Hudson was saying. "I hope you don't mind."
"Umm, no, I don't really mind which floor it's on." she replied uncomfortably. Judging by the way that the woman walked, it was clear that she had a problem with her hip, which would be why she was asking her such a strange question. They arrived on the landing, and Madeline heard voices in a room through the wall. Brilliant. More new people that she would be obliged to speak to.

John
John looked towards the door, hearing voices outside. He wondered whether he should get up and see who it was, but as Sherlock had already jumped to his feet, he decided against it.

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Sherlock ran toward the door, opening it and staring directly at Madeline. " Who are you?", he asked staring at the woman, deducing all of her mysterious qualities.

( So they don't know who each other is, but Sherlock loved her as a child so I assume he'll love her now that she's discovered not to be dead? )

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((hehe lets hope so^^ Oh and by the ways, I had it that as a child, he was the only person to call her Maddy. She can't remember everything because of what happened, but she now won't let anyone call her Maddy, because she can remember that much))
She looked up at the man. He appeared to be in his early thirties. And there was something else to- but she couldn't quite- He seemed to familiar- that struck her straight away. But she didn't know who it was. And that hurt.
"I'm Madeline Forster." she muttered quietly, quickly averting her eyes to the ground. "I'm renting the flat upstairs."

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John stood up and walked towards the door, taking in the sight of this stranger. She was fairly plainly dressed, but in a way that suited her well. He kicked himself mentally, wishing that he would stop noticing these things.
"Hello." He said brightly. "I'm John Watson."

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Sherlock's expression grew solemn, like he had been struck by a truck. Memories of his youth flooded his mind ... it could've have been her .. she was dead. Sherlock snapped back to reality," Oh nice to meet you. I am Sherlock .... Holmes ".

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She nodded awkwardly to both of them. The man, Sherlock Holmes... that name- she shook herself. This is stupid. You've never met them before. And yet the way his face had changed when she told him her name...
Mrs. Hudson looked at her watch. "Oh my goodness me- I'm going to miss my appointment at the hairdressers. I'm really sorry Madeline dear." she cried, turning apologetically to her, and then back to Sherlock and John. "Do one of you mind showing her to the flat upstairs? ! Must dash!" and with that she turned and headed back off down the stairs, and out of the front door.

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((oh, because she did sort of die, she can't physically remember what happened in the time that she met Sherlock when she was younger. Would it be ok if she remembers gradually, as they spend more and more time in each other's company?))

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Sherlock shrugged at the land lady's question," This way then". He said walking towards flat 221c," Sorry I have a key to this flat, if that makes you uncomfortable I shall give it to you". He opened the flat, and walked inside. " Well this is it, me and John live right across the hall. Give us a knoc if you need anything..."

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Madeline nodded, and lugging her case inside the door. It was an almost exact replica of what she had seen through the doorway of the other flat, only the other way round. There was a small kitchen off the main area, and two other doors, presumably leading to the bedroom and bathroom. Going by Sherlock's comment, their were two keys, so she really didn't mind if he had the key. It would be handy if she locked herself out. She was very good at doing things like that.
"Thank you." she said, with a ghost of a smile. She turned around, and looked out across the room. She had to turn away, because she was crying. She had no idea why, but tears were streaming down her cheeks. And Madeline never cried.

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Sherlock saw a small tear stream down the young woman's cheek. " John or myself are here if you need anything. It was nice meeting you, I should be off then". He walked out of the flat, and intto his own, clicking the door behind him. " Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!", he scowled hitting his palm against his forehead.