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. ))

Comments

[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?

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; 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?

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.