Case: 018

[1_truth]

{{ →!Action | 915 Bilko Boulevard | Evening - Early, EARLY morning }}

[ Since returning to Mayfield Conan has locked himself in his room with any mystery books he could find. If he figured out the trick and murderer before he finished his book he'd toss it in a pile of books that couldn't hold his attention for long. If he is kept guessing until the end then he sets it aside on his night stand to read through it again and find the key details that point to the murderer. So far he has not come across such a mystery. Normally, he'd finish reading the book despite figuring out the trick-but this is different. He's only reading to keep his mind focused and off Ran. ]

[ He's been having difficulty concentrating on anything lately because he's been constantly worried about his childhood friend. He closes the last of the mystery books he'd managed to find and tosses into the pile with all the others before sinking down into his pillows. Ran would be okay... wouldn't she? ]

[ He takes a calming breath and tucks his hands behind his head, staring fixedly at the ceiling... ]

[ ... ]

[ ..... ]

[ ... ]

RAAAAAN!

[ He wakes up in a cold sweat, immediately sitting up and breathing hard. What a Nightmare. ]

{{ →!Action | 915 Bilko Boulevard's front yard | Morning }}

[ Conan's not in a good mood today. He's stille feeling jittery and shaky so to calm himself down as best as possible he's got soccer ball out and kicking it at the side of the house-when it bounces off he rushes to meet it and kick it again. ]

[ It helps. But he's obviously bothered by something as he keeps missing the small 'x' he drew on the side of the house with a piece of chalk. ]


((ooc: If you're curious about Conan's dream I've left a link to it as I wrote it out in a separate journal entry. Warning. It involves violence. ))

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[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Sherlock was familiar with such a cry. It was one he had heard John make many times - especially in the early days. After the stunt Moriarty pulled at the pool, the name cried had changed for a few weeks - to his own. And the way Conan just cried out was too similar to that.]

[Sherlock made his way to Conan's room. Conan was a child, even if he was seventeen, he was a child. And no child should scream like a soldier haunted by war. Sherlock had learned to be cautious around people when they're waking up from nightmares - One time, he had touched John and John had brandished his gun and nearly pulled the trigger. Sherlock wasn't sure what saved him - probably sentiment.]

[He looks at Conan and quietly calls out.]

Are you all right?

[1_truth]

[ It was only a nightmare. It isn't like he isn't used to nightmares. Still though, it takes him a bit to calm down enough to answer. ]

[ even if that answer is only a small nod. ]

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Sherlock sighs and crosses his arms over his chest.]

Well, at least you don't speak your lies like John does. You sure?

[He hasn't had a nightmare around Sherlock before, though.]

[1_truth]

[ Shinichi is sure that he will be okay, eventually. Right now is... up for debate. Dreams like that have a eat of reminding the young detective that he's stuck in something way over his head and that he doesn't know if he'll make it out of this alive. If They found out about his identity then They would crush him and everyone associated with him. ]

[ Not something he liked to think about. ]

I just-I need a drink of water.

[ He takes a shudder-y breath before moving to get out if bed. Better if he distracts himself. ]

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Sherlock follows Conan and just watches him for a few moments.]

I hate being lied to...

[He'll leave it at that.]

[1_truth]

I hate telling them.

[ He looks up at the cabinet where the cups are and just sighs before turning to go back to his room. ]

....never mind.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Sherlock gets down a tumbler and fills it with water before following Conan back to his room. Once, there he holds out the glass.]

No need to be dramatic.

Action - nepeta this isn't where you go for a hug no-

[est33medpouncellor]

While unlikely, it's possible that you'll hear some rustling in the bushes nearby Conan. If not, you're probably about to hit someone with the soccer ball, but either way-

It sounds like someone's crying.

Action

[1_truth]

[ He doesn't notice. How could he notice? He's far too lost in thought trying desperately not to think about the organization or Ran. ]

[ It isn't working. ]

[ He only misses his target again and rushes up to kick it against the house again. However, with the cat around somewhere, he knows not to kick the ball towards the bushes. ]

[est33medpouncellor]

Well, that at least explains what she's doing in the bushes to begin with; your kitty is a remarkably comforting security blanket.

Unfortunately, the security blanket doesn't like getting sopping wet tears all over, and has squirmed out to flee toward Conan instead.

"Mrrrrrrw..!"

"Mn-!" There's a short sound, but Nepeta (who else would hide in the bush with your cat) doesn't chase after. ...That's new.

[1_truth]

[ Conan's not interested in the cat. He's interested in kicking the soccer ball. He's really distracted today and it shows heavily in his inability to focus on anything. It's really not a good idea to bother him just now. He could be slightly irritable as Socialization and compassion aren't really his strong suits. ]

Action; Morning

[mal_addict]

[Conan, Maladict is so worried about you, to the point where it's starting to show through her Wall of Snark. She carefully knocks on his door with a soft frown]

Conan? Kiddo?

Action; Morning

[1_truth]

[ Conan takes several deep breaths just trying to calm his racing heart. This isn't funny. If he keeps on like this he's going to find himself sick in bed. ]

U-um-I-I'm okay..

Action; Morning

[mal_addict]

[She doesn't believe you, Conan. Not one bit]

...Are you sure? You've not really been right since coming back.

Action; Morning

[1_truth]

It-it's nothing. Just-just a bad dream.

Action; Morning

[mal_addict]

You sure?

...We can go look for more clues as to a way to save that Ran girl if you like today. [Maybe it'll help him]

Action; Morning

[1_truth]

She's in my world. That's not really possible right now.

Action; Morning

[mal_addict]

You can still look for a way out, right?

Front yard

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Yo, Edogawa. I haven't quite kept up with you much since I moved, but it looks like something is bothering you.

Front yard

[1_truth]

Hm?

[ The ball narrowly misses the 'x' once again. ]

Oh! Um.. it's nothing really. I just need to stay focused on figuring out Mayfield is all.

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Oh...? Anything in particular you've been pondering?

[1_truth]

Not at the moment. Just thinking over what I already know.

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Right. Seems your soccer game is suffering from it?

[1_truth]

It's okay. I'll clear my mind soon.

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Good to hear. Have any interesting thoughts?