Modern day Sherlock role play (now accepting)

[Starthorn]

((Urm, I‘ll do the receptionist))
The receptionist looked up from her computer screen to see a young blonde woman coming towards her. She raised her hands to straighten her glasses.
“He‘s the one with the blog, isn‘t he love?“ she said, remembering the website that Sarah had shown her a few weeks back.
“Sorry dear, I can‘t say that I have. Although that tall, dark haired man, you know, the one he‘s always going around with was here about a quater of an hour ago.“
She stopped suddenly as she realised that the girl was with the police.
“Ooh... there hasn‘t been any trouble has there?“ she asked.

Sherlock continued to run, thoughts racing through his mind in storms. He was still focused on the map of the building that flashed rapidly through his mind. He ran down a flight of stairs as quickly as he could manage with his load, and out into a court yard. There it was. A and E reception. He pushed through the double doors, and marched up to the desk.
“This girl has been poisoned. She needs help now, or it will kill her.“ he demanded, his voice urgent.
(Can someone possibly rp the doctors, and receptionist?))

[Starryy Skiies]

(I can, where be Sherlock, same place as Xavia now?)

[Starthorn]

((Thanks, and no. You‘re in the main reception, Sherlock‘s in the Aand E reception. Lots of receptions!:D))

[Starryy Skiies]

(Lol, okay.)

The receptionist nodded, picking up the phone and calling the doctors. They quickly rushed down the hall.

Xavia sighed, "Alright, thanks." She walked down the hall, hoping to run into Sherlock. She sighed in relief finding him. "Umm, Mr. Sherlock?"

[Starthorn]

Sherlock turned to see a young, blonde haired woman standing before him. Scotland yard. John must have phoned Lestrade. Youngest of three children, unmarried. Toast for breakfast. He resisted the temptation to continue his deductions. He nodded to her.
“My first name is Sherlock. The accepted title, Mr., in my case, is followed by the surname.“ he retored coldly, glancing at her.
“As you can see, this is probably not the best time for a conversation.“
He hoisted the young girl that he was carrying higher in his grip, then hurridly carried her over to the stretcher that the Doctors had bought with them, paying no more attention to the young officer.
“She has been drugged with a slow acting poison.“ he explained to them quickly.“ It probably entered her system through an apple she ate. If you let her lose consiousness, she will most likely die. “
((Sorry. I didn‘t want him to be so mean D: Proove yourself, and he‘ll be nicer^^ And on phone now, so there‘s probably going to be a lot of mistakes))

[Starryy Skiies]

(Lol, it's cool)

The doctors nodded, running the stretcher behind a pair of large double doors. Xavia narrowed her eyes, not liking being talked to like this. "Listen mister, just because everyone at Scotland Yard adores you, does not mean that I have to put up with you talking like that thank you." She snapped, crossing her arms.

[Starthorn]

Sherlock raised his eyebrows in mild surprise. He looked at her properly for the first time, his darting eyes taking in every detail.
“Just because you have been recently promoted, did better than both of your brother‘s in school, live comfortably, have a sense of authority and an unusual name, does not give you permission to speak to me in this manner.“ his tone was cruel as he reeled off a few of his rather mundane deductions.
“This is the first time you have led an investigation. Well, take the advice of an amatuer and phone Lestrade. I don‘t with work with people who have an IQ below 100.“ Clearly this wasn‘t the case. As people go, she seemed fairly intelligent. Not clever enough to realise however, that when a dying girl, who was a crucial piece in his battle with Moriarty, was about to black out, it was really not a good time to play ‘pulling your rank‘. He turned on his heel, and rushed through the doors after the retreating doctors.

[Starryy Skiies]

Xavia narrowed her eyes and stormed after him, muttering under her breath. The doctors rushed the girl into a room, shutting the door behind them. Xavia sat on a bench outside the room, crossing her arms and legs.

[Gui-Chi]

(Starthorn, my last post was made when I was trying to finish watching an anime before tea, talk to my parents, try to remember where I left my nice jeans and type. I read the post as well as I possibly could. I haven't had coffee for a week either)

Anthea silently followed Sherlock and Xavier. She had placed her black berry in her pocket, she needed to remember every single detail of what was happening. Standing behind the detective she finally spoke "I've called your brother" she said. She may not be able to deduce like the Holmes brother's could, however she knew them well enough to know what they wanted. Especially when she works as a personal assistant to the older brother. It was like second nature to her.

[Starryy Skiies]

Xavia looked up at the woman, then down at her phone as it buzzed. She frowned and put it back in her pocket, glaring at the wall.