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[Consulting Criminal]

John Watson

He blinked a bit as he entered before taking of his coat. "Hello." He called to Sherlock, hanging it up. He headed towards the fridge, looking to see what they actually did have. He wasn't going out again though, going down the stairs was enough for now.

[jaques]

"Milk and cereal." Sherlock said closing the door. He sighed. "It's been a slow week...too, slow."

[Petit Punk]

█Alice;; 20 ;; no crush ;; female ;; open

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Alice heard someone in an ally. Peeking in before she entered she looked around, it was dark.

"hello?" she called out. Alice heard footsteps. "Who's there?" she added on. Then a staining pain
came to her head and knocked her out. Waking up on the streets she rubbed her head, "aw... what
happened" she muttered. Than looking around she didn't find her bag. "AW THEY TOOK MY FREAKING
BOOK!" she said angry.

[Consulting Criminal]

John Watson

He sighed, turning back to Sherlock. "I don't suppose it's any use asking you not to do that?" He asked, knowing the answer. Still, worth a try. Walking over to an armchair, he sat down and picked up a newspaper to read. He didn't like where Sherlock was going about it being a slow week, he knew what that usually meant.

[jaques]

Sherlock counted to three before pointing at the door as a knock at the door.

[Petit Punk]

█Alice;; 20 ;; no crush ;; female ;; open

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Alice had sat on the curb pouting. That was the second time this week she's been robbed. Thinking she was wondering who could have. Then getting an idea she bounced up and darted off to 7th street.

[Consulting Criminal]

John Watson

He sighed as there was a knock at the door. He swore that he sighed more than he even talked. "Do you want get that?" He asked, glancing to Sherlock. He looked back down at the paper, skim reading. He shook his head slightly, wondering if anything in it was true.

[jaques]

Three people come in. "can you help us?"

[Petit Punk]

█Alice;; 20 ;; no crush ;; female ;; open

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Alice had sat on the curb pouting. That was the second time this week she's been robbed. Thinking she was wondering who could have. Then getting an idea she bounced up and darted off to 7th street.

[Consulting Criminal]

John Watson.

He looked up, interested. They had had plenty of people come in exactly like that before but he would never quite get used to it. He stood up, walking to the door. He looked at the people, he wondered what they wanted. "That depends what you need help with." He answered, guessing Sherlock probably already knew. He looked past them, out the window and saw a police car drive past. It was nothing unusual, it was rare for them not to drive past but something felt odd.