Modern day Sherlock role play (now accepting)

[Starthorn]

Sherlock turned to they, a firey excitement in his eyes.
“How can you be so stupid? Don‘t you see?“ he laughed, a mad grin spreading across his face.
“Genius. She will have been too young to remember, but somethings, somethings never leave.“
He burst throughthe door.
“Wake up, wake up!“ he muttered, willing the slow process of drug to fast forwards.

[Starryy Skiies]

Xavia rolled her eyes, walking after Sherlock, "We can't all be geniuses you know! So why don't you please tell me what's going on?" She raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. The doctor walked back in, silently watching.

[Wild Mothman]

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[Starthorn]

Sherlock ran a hand through his hair, gesturing wildly to the unconsious girl with the other.
“The piece of paper that she was send to give me was not a red herring.“ he spoke rapidly, the words tumbleing out of his mouth, yet unable to match the speed at which his brain was currently processing.
“It was a note to her. She was told to give it to me so that I would realise this. It‘s to make her remember something, something from when she was very young. Before her mother died. Before Moriarty put her into care.“
“Don‘t you get it? It‘s Moriarty. Moriarty is her unamed father.“

[Starthorn]

((Oh^^ Accepted. Did you used to be Red riding hood perchance?))

[Starryy Skiies]

Xavia blinked, "But why would he.....never mind." She muttered. "So...okay. What kind of a message is he trying to send, that he's a terrible father?" She asked, confused. She thought for a moment. "OH! Unless he's trying to appeal to sympathy by using his daughter, who is still rather young." She looked at Sherlock,"Right?"

[Starthorn]

“No, don‘t be ridiculous.“ Sherlock muttered, evidently annoyed. “But it has to be a clue of some kind. He‘s not what you would expect, as a police officer. The last thing he wants is sympathy whch is nothing but a chemical defect. It‘s a clue. Another stepping stone in the game. But we can‘t know until she wakes up!“
He spun on one foot, and began to pase up and down, tapping his individual fingers together in an almost prayer like position. She was poisoned for a reason. It was slow acting so that she would survive, and he would have to wait. There had to be something that he had missed, something that he was supposed to work out in this time. Arhhh! Why? The stain was big enough for about two words, but what if they weren‘t words, but numbers? And what would a young child remember? Voices? Melodies? Nursery rhymes?

[Starryy Skiies]

Xavia's shoulders slumped, "Oh." She said quietly. She rocked back and forth on her heels, "I wonder if...nonono, that wouldn't be right." She muttered, rather confused. "Is he usually this confusing?" She asked, looking up.

[Wild Mothman]

Anna checked her phone, as it bleeped, Molly had texted her,

"You know who is here
-Molly " The message read, the red haired intern smiled for a moment before she knew her string of bad luck surrounding the consulting detective would likely continue.
Whenever he came into the lab or into the morgue she was always not there, which did get annoying at times.

[Starthorn]

Sherlock frowned.
“ He is usually this clever, if that is what you mean.“ Confusing? Really? “What were you going to say then?“ he asked. It was always good to get a second opinion, even if from a decidedly unintelligent person. He continued to walk backwards and forwards, looking anxiously up at the clock. Why hadn‘t John replyed to his text?
((This is quite good fun. I can insult nice, perfectly intelligent people and get away with it.))