|Sherlock|A Sherlock RP (obviously)

[CrazedFangirl]

S e l e n a H o l m e s
She told the cab driver their intended destination and sat back as the man started to drive.

((I have such bad writers block...))

[magic_swirl]

Arabella looks out the window lazily.


{me too}

[livingvirus.exe]

((Well, Mycroft is still waiting for you to arrive x3))

[CrazedFangirl]

S e l e n a H o l m e s
She made no attempt at small talk during the entire car, merely staring out of the window with a distant gaze. When the taxi finally came to a decisive halt, Selena stepped from the vehicle with Arabella, paying the cab driver the precise amount of money. The car sped away. She walked into the building, blatantly ignoring receptionists and strolled right in Mycroft's office. From what he was doing, nothing, it was glaringly obvious that she wasn't interrupting anything. "Hello brother."

[lokison]

S n o w
She followed the woman and watched her play the violin beautifully.

S h e r l o c k
Seeing Mystery pick up his violin he frowned. Mp-One ever touched his violin yet Mystery always had.

[livingvirus.exe]

"Mystery Brooke" Andraea Moriarty || 30 || Outfit || Confused, Curious || Sanity - 70%

The bow slid over the strings, playing in perfect harmony as she preformed the Mendelssohn Violin Concerto in E Minor. She didn't say anything, lost in thought, before she stopped mid-way in, turning to Snow. "How old are you? Ten? Eleven?" She questioned curiously.


Mycroft Holmes || 45 ((Estimated)) || Outfit || Neutral ||

Mycroft looked up as he heard and saw his little sister bust into his office, giving a sigh of exasperation. "Greetings, Selena. What are you doing here?" He responded, inquiring why she was in his office.

[magic_swirl]

"Hello Myc" Arabella smiles walking in after Selena.

[livingvirus.exe]

Mycroft Holmes || 45 ((Estimated)) || Outfit || Annoyed||


Mycroft sighed as he heard Arabella, looking over at her, fingers steepled under his chin. "Mycroft. My name is not 'Myc'." He corrected

[CrazedFangirl]

S e l e n a H o l m e s
She shrugged, sitting down comfortably on the hard sofa against one wall. "I was just conversing with Sherlock's daughter, when he came in, I spoke my mind and he kicked me out. He's already getting sentimental." She sighed.

[magic_swirl]

Arabella just sits in another chair. Can none of the Holmes boys deal with the nicknames she gives them.