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mayfield_rpg2012-07-15 08:29 pm
highfunctioning_sociopath) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-07-15 08:29 pm
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ADVENTURE 002: The Seven Percent Solution
{{OOC: After Sherlock is allowed to leave the Shindig and after a trip to the pharmacy.}}
[Action; Random back alley somewhere in the downtown district.]
[Sherlock had finally been allowed to leave the party. None too soon, if you asked him. He had tried to be strong. He didn't use when he showed up here, thinking he had died and this was hell. He didn't use when Conan drank the poisoned milk and got big and then got small again.]
[Now, that - floaty creature thing - swears that he was here before and he doesn't remember. Which is ridiculous! Sherlock Holmes never forgets! He might delete information, but that's not forgetting. That's creating room for the stuff that's really important.]
[That was the last straw, now Sherlock is hiding in a darkened alley, armed with the syringe and the liquid cocaine that he had taken from the pharmacy. He also had some morphine, but he would just keep that aside if the cocaine didn't have the intended effect.]
[Sherlock sat in a corner, where he figured he'd be out of sight and relatively safe. He wouldn't do this at the house. He couldn't do that to Conan or Maladict - they had been kinder than he expected. He filled the syringe to the dose he wanted, then rolled his sleeve up and tied the tourniquet. Finally, he injects the drug into a vein and removes the tourniquet.]
[Action; Later - much later; outside 915 Bilko Blvd.]
[Sherlock is slowly staggering his way back to the house. He's sort of remembers where he lives. Maybe...]
[Action; Random back alley somewhere in the downtown district.]
[Sherlock had finally been allowed to leave the party. None too soon, if you asked him. He had tried to be strong. He didn't use when he showed up here, thinking he had died and this was hell. He didn't use when Conan drank the poisoned milk and got big and then got small again.]
[Now, that - floaty creature thing - swears that he was here before and he doesn't remember. Which is ridiculous! Sherlock Holmes never forgets! He might delete information, but that's not forgetting. That's creating room for the stuff that's really important.]
[That was the last straw, now Sherlock is hiding in a darkened alley, armed with the syringe and the liquid cocaine that he had taken from the pharmacy. He also had some morphine, but he would just keep that aside if the cocaine didn't have the intended effect.]
[Sherlock sat in a corner, where he figured he'd be out of sight and relatively safe. He wouldn't do this at the house. He couldn't do that to Conan or Maladict - they had been kinder than he expected. He filled the syringe to the dose he wanted, then rolled his sleeve up and tied the tourniquet. Finally, he injects the drug into a vein and removes the tourniquet.]
[Action; Later - much later; outside 915 Bilko Blvd.]
[Sherlock is slowly staggering his way back to the house. He's sort of remembers where he lives. Maybe...]