Doctor Who/Sherlock=Wholock RP

[Snips.]

(I haven't seen any Sherlock, but I know the basics.)

Username:
~Ayrena~
Name:
The Doctor
Age:
1123
Gender:
Male
Personality:
He is energetic, lively and eccentric. He is also resourceful and quick-thinking, able to spin things to his point of view and find positive outlooks in negative situations.
Picture:

Fancy someone?:
Depending on his time line, River Song.
Species:
Time Lord
From:
Doctor Who.

[Spike20096]

(Accepted :3))

[Kanaria]

Username: Kanaria
Name: Roger Stevenson, great grandaughter of the Doctor's granddaughter
Age: 20 21! Happy in RP birthday! To bad she forgot...
Gender: Female.
Personality: Fun and relaxed, she gets angry easily but also calms down after yelling/punching. She tried to hold a grudge against the Doctor, but she genuinely likes people, so she couldn't. When she makes a commitment, she's bound as long as the other person holds up their end. She is bored easily and requires very little sleep.
Fancy someone?: Yeah, it should be pretty obvious. Greg.
Species:Part Time Lord, but mostly Human... Time Human? Timelord, part human.
From: Doctor Who
Picture:

[Starryy Skiies]

{Delightful! So! When can we start?}

[Spike20096]

((Whenever, I guess... Oh and accpeted!))

[Spike20096]

/./

Sherlock was lying down on the couch, facing outwards, with his feet kind of dangling off it. He breathed in deeply through his nose and placed his hands in a triangle shape, and rested them against his thin lips. “John, pass me my phone.”

[EO+RS]

DI Lestrade put his head in his hands. That last case had been awful, and if he told Sherlock about it, he would probably tell him he'd got it all wrong. He sighed, and decided to just continue with the paperwork, getting up only to hand off a few to Sgt. Donovan.

[Spike20096]

/./

"John?....Oh well, he's probably out..." Sherlock spoke aloud, to no-one in particular. He couldn't be bothered to get up. But he needed his phone. He sighed. In an attempt to get off the couch, he rolled off and fell on the floor. "Ow..." The genius said, rubbing his back to sooth the pain. He quickly recovered. Sherlock crawled on the floor, still not being bothered to stand up. He reached the table and grabbed his phone, and sunk back to the floor, his legs sticking up into the air. He texted Greg Lestrade.


All Wrong!

-SH

He couldn't help the smug smile on his face as he pressed send.

[EO+RS]

Lestrade picked up his phone, which was vibrating in his pocket. He looked at the screen to see what was up, reading:

All Wrong!
-SH

Sure enough, Sherlock was texting him about his last case. How did he even know about it? He shook his head. He knew it was dangerous to ask questions. He sighed and put the phone away, planning to ask about Sherlock's opinion of the case later, maybe on the way to some other case. Knowing this town, there was always going to be another one.

[Snips.]

The Doctor opened the doors of his TARDIS up and looked outside. With a nod of his head, he saw that he was in 21st century London. Exactly where he wanted to go... give or take a few centuries.
He stepped out side his blue police box and shut the doors behind him and started walking down the streets.
First thing first.
To buy some Fish Fingers and Custard, since he had run out of it in his trusty space ship.