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@brookrichie
Whaddup, Sherlock fandom! It’s been just about two years since I’ve stepped foot in here, but I’ve got a long-established Richard Brook to throw at the populous because I miss him so much.
So go ahead and like or reblog this if you’d be interested in interacting with a Richard Brook that’s pretty soundly cut off from canon after S3!
@gunmetalgrxy liked this for a thing!
“So that’s a no to a genuine invitation to play some Just Dance?”
Breaking Out
That was painfully reasonable. If only the kid had been a little more punchable, perhaps Severin could have found an excuse to keep glaring. It simply would be easier if he had someone to show him around, he couldn’t fault that logic. It was practically painful to wipe the glare off his face and step back, but he just about managed, clearing his throat a little uncomfortably.
“Severin. But, I mean. That’s stupid, so pick the first bit or the last bit and stick with that.” He muttered, stuffing his hand into his pocket to pull out a tightly crumpled up schedule, holding it out for Richard to look through.
With a heavy sigh, like he was doing a favour by letting him help, Severin stepped back to lean against the wall, sliding his hands into his pockets. At the very least he supposed he hadn’t been forced to ask someone for help. That would have been utterly mortifying, and this way he could maintain the detached demeanour that warded off most kids. Not Richard, it seemed, but it worked well on the others.
What tension there'd been in Richard's shoulders at the close quarters lessened with relative ease as he stepped away, and that glare was even mostly dropped. His hands could drop, and he was actually surprised he was introducing himself. He'd rather expected him to refuse, to leave, in an absolutely worst case, he really might've tried punching him.
But a name, and then a schedule, was a much nicer surprise. "It's a nice name. Certainly has more character than Richard, doesn't it?" He took the schedule a bit slowly, almost fumbling for a moment as he uncrumpled it. He leaned down a bit to smooth it against one leg, until it was mostly legible again."That's better. It might be easier to look at it if you fold it. Just a thought." But Richard wasn't exactly intentionally poking fun, because he wasn't sure what would tip Severin back into glaring at him, but a small risk of a joke was alright, wasn't it?
"Well." His own schedule was slipped back into his pocket, folded neatly, so he could glance down the hall. "You really aren't far off the first one. I could take you to all of them, if you'd like. When you're meant to go to them, obviously. I make it to class with some time to spare," chronically interested in going to class, "so I'd be happy to take you to yours first. This first one's with me, actually."
There aren’t like, a lot of you or anything, but I’m begrudgingly gonna pass out for a while. If you, uh, want a thing from Rich, just maybe like this, or hop in the IMs/inbox to plot a thing. There are also a couple open starters somewhere around here, should be under /tagged/open rp? And there’s memes and stuff, so! You know. Just hit us up.
Breaking Out
notasoldierseverin:
This was far from his first new school. Severin was on his fifth, with a stint of private tutoring in between. He knew the drill. At least, he thought he did. Every school he had ever attended up until that point came with a rather sizeable fee. Not this one. This was something else entirely, state funded, full of ordinary kids with ordinary lives; Severin resented every single one of them, practically seething with jealousy.
Being a new kid was rough, and didn’t he just know it. Socializing had never been Severin’s strong suit, always arriving too late to make friends, never sure what to say anyway. Crowds of unfamiliar kids had his skin crawling, desperate to be anywhere but in the middle of a crowded corridor. He had been planning on finding his own way around, resigned to getting lost for a few days until he caught his bearings, but the kid who stepped into his peripheral threw that off.
He turned to face him properly, taking a sharp step closer to crowd into his space, already far too defensive. “Does it look like it’s my um, first year, maybe?” Severin mimicked, putting on his best impression of an asshole.
It was a good impression, actually. Not of Richard, of course, but whatever he was trying for, Richard probably would've commended him. But, admirable skills or not, as he stepped closer, both of Richard's hands were lifting this time in an attempt to placate him. "...Sort of." He didn't step back, even though he was a little uncertain about his tactic now.
"Do you want me to point you in the right direction? If you just tell me where you're supposed to- or, if you'd let me see your schedule?" His hands didn't lower, more to prevent drawing even closer than anything else, and he tried another smile, this one a little more apologetic, but it didn't stop his attempts to help.
"My name's Richard. I don't mean- if you're new, nobody expects you to know your way around, yet." He lowered his eyes finally, a good few inches shorter than the guy who'd stepped forward, fishing in his pocket for just a moment to pull out his own schedule. "Maybe we have something together."
Breaking Out
@notasoldierseverin
He wasn't a social butterfly of any description, but Richard was likable, and in turn, well-liked. And the very first thing he tended to do after break was catch up - as much as he could without expressly mentioning anything he'd done, not that there would have been much to tell in the first place. Once the initial catch-up was finished, they'd all branched off, largely to greet other people and figure out where exactly their classes were.
He needed to map out his own schedule, of course, and there were no more people to greet, barring those who smiled, possibly more out of politeness than anything, on his way to the first class. He'd been adamant about making sure that, despite being one of those morning people, he didn't get any theatre classes until later in the day. After all, while there'd always be someone sleeping (Richard had long accepted that was why some people even took the class), he waned the rest of them to be as engaged as he inevitably was.
He almost passed him by completely, at first. He almost didn't catch the new face, and the glare that was being leveled at just about everything around. That wasn't exactly something unheard of, but it still gave Richard pause - enough, as it happened, to pull him to a stop and offer a smile instead. Shyness was typically reserved for people who weren't strangers. After glancing away, to make sure he wasn't just going to stumble into someone else, he was taking a couple of steps forward, lifting his hand in a half-wave of greeting.
"Hi. Is this your, um, first year, maybe? Here?" Only because he didn't look absolutely young enough for him to be in his first year. He didn't quite know how to say that he looked a little lost without offending him, especially if he, in actuality, hadn't been at all.
“Would you just stop shouting? Jesus, we’re in the middle of the street.” He’s mortified more than nervous, he’s never taken well to causing a scene in public.
The Great Gatsby Sentence Meme
“All I kept thinking about, over and over, was ‘You can’t live forever; you can’t live forever.”
“Can’t repeat the past? Why of course you can!”
“Do you ever wait for the longest day of the year and then miss it? I always wait for the longest day of the year and then miss it!”
“Human sympathy has its limits.”
“'I’d like to just get one of those pink clouds and put you in it and push you around.”
“I am one of the few honest people that I have ever known.”
“I like large parties. They’re so intimate. At small parties there isn’t any privacy.”
“I suppose the latest thing is to sit back and let Mr. Nobody from Nowhere make love to your wife.”
“I thought you were rather an honest, straightforward person, I thought it was your secret pride.”
“I wasn’t actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.”
“I’m inclined to reserve all judgments, a habit that has opened up many curious natures to me and also made me the victim of not a few veteran bores.”
“I’m five years too old to lie to myself and call it honor.”
“I’ve been drunk for about a week now, and I thought it might sober me up to sit in a library.”
“It is invariably saddening to look through new eyes at things upon which you have expended your own powers of adjustment.”
“It makes me sad because I’ve never seen such- such beautiful shirts before.”
“It takes two to make an accident.”
“It’s a great advantage not to drink among hard drinking people.”
“Life is much more successfully looked at from a single window.”
“Once in a while I go off on a spree and make a fool of myself, but I always come back.”
“The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.”
“What’ll we do with ourselves this afternoon, and the day after that, and the next thirty year?”
“Whenever you feel like criticizing anyone, just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.”
“You see, I usually find myself among strangers because I drift here and there trying to forget the sad things that happened to me.”
ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀ ʟᴏsᴇʀ; ᴀɴ ᴀʙᴏᴍɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʏᴇs ᴏғ ᴀɴʏ sᴇɴsɪᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴀɴ
♙ Indie selective Richard Brook ♙ Everyone's 18+ ♙ Tentatively OC friendly, very friendly to AUs ♙ Meme replies are always welcome to be turned into a thread ♙ Loves plotting a bunch! ♙ Super friendly mun I promise ♙ Been playing Rich for 'bout a couple years-ish. Been roleplaying for over 10 years. :)
ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀ ᴡᴇᴇᴘᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ᴡʜɪɴᴇʀ! ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴛʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴇs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ
(keyandcrown) *knock on the door* "Good afternoon Richard."
keyandcrown
There weren’t many things that could tear Richard away from the endlessly important act of devouring another three bowls of cereal in his pajamas. But visitors at two in the afternoon (really, visitors at all) were enough to convince him to abandon the bowl on the table and leave on the raucous noise of MASH (because who could turn down exceptionally old medical dramas from America?) as he made for the door, tugging it open.
“Jim?” There was surprise there, but he’d have been lying if he said he wasn’t tremendously pleased to see his brother. It wasn’t like visits from him were exceptionally common, either. Which meant… “What’s wrong? D'you want to come in?” Well, he probably did, Richard, get it together.
He lent against the the window confused, and for the first time in a long time… He didn’t have an answer for the question.
“I don’t know Richard… I want to tell him… But it’s been 2 days already… I never told him about the back up plan… There wasn’t time.”
“If it was you… Would you? I mean, I’m putting him at risk…”
The question earned Jim a long moment of introspection from his brother, and Rich pushed off the door in order to pad slowly to the sofa, sinking down into it and turning to face him.
“Really? Really honestly, Jim? You know I’d tell him. He’s in danger anyway. Anyone is who knows you. It’s just something that happens. I’m sure he’d understand two days. It’s better than leaving him thinking you’re dead. I couldn’t imagine thinking you were dead, Jim.” He didn’t want to imagine it, but obviously, it was nothing compared to what Sebastian was probably feeling.
(keyandcrown) *knock on the door* "Good afternoon Richard."
keyandcrown
There weren’t many things that could tear Richard away from the endlessly important act of devouring another three bowls of cereal in his pajamas. But visitors at two in the afternoon (really, visitors at all) were enough to convince him to abandon the bowl on the table and leave on the raucous noise of MASH (because who could turn down exceptionally old medical dramas from America?) as he made for the door, tugging it open.
“Jim?” There was surprise there, but he’d have been lying if he said he wasn’t tremendously pleased to see his brother. It wasn’t like visits from him were exceptionally common, either. Which meant… “What’s wrong? D'you want to come in?” Well, he probably did, Richard, get it together.
He entered his twins home and the smile.. The mask that he kept up, slipped from his face into a soft pained frown.
“I did it… I went through with the back up plan that I had for the fall and I faked my death…” He sighed and walked over to the window.
“Sebastian thinks I’m dead…” He said softly.
Right. Right. That plan. the one that’d left Richard’s skin crawling and kept him up more reliably than any nightmare. Yes of course, that plan. Richard shut the door softly behind Jim, letting out a small breath of.. Frustration? Not that he’d admit that.
“And you’re going to let him think that.” Because clearly, if Sebastian thought he was dead now, Jim had no intentions of telling him the truth. He sank back against the door as Jim took his place at the window. “What are you going to do? I mean...I’d rather not lie for you. To Sebastian, I mean.” Though there wasn’t a question that he would, obviously.
(keyandcrown) *knock on the door* "Good afternoon Richard."
keyandcrown
There weren’t many things that could tear Richard away from the endlessly important act of devouring another three bowls of cereal in his pajamas. But visitors at two in the afternoon (really, visitors at all) were enough to convince him to abandon the bowl on the table and leave on the raucous noise of MASH (because who could turn down exceptionally old medical dramas from America?) as he made for the door, tugging it open.
“Jim?” There was surprise there, but he’d have been lying if he said he wasn’t tremendously pleased to see his brother. It wasn’t like visits from him were exceptionally common, either. Which meant… “What’s wrong? D'you want to come in?” Well, he probably did, Richard, get it together.
“No.. I’m just no good at that sort of stuff, Richard,” she sighed, shaking her head a moment, “Just not my forte, and I hardly think you could do any better than..” She waved her hand to indicated the horrid table that had been constructed.
There was an attempt at sounding offended at Jill’s assumption that he’d come up short in regards to making a table, but she was right. “It’s not... It’s not really that bad. Just a few bits where there...aren’t usually bits on a table. Perfectly natural.” For...someone. Someone who fancied making modern art out of furniture kits, maybe.
“He doesn’t realize how loyal we are to him does he?” Sebastian asks the other, though he already knew the answer. Both of them would die for Jim. He would probably not even bat an eye. Sebastian sighs at his own thoughts. He was being morbid.
“He’ll be done in a while. It never takes him long,” Jim’s anger was explosive therefore never lasting too long. “I’ll make food and when he’s done we can eat. How about that?” He asks the other hoping to please Richard, they all rarely had time to sit down as a group either Sebastian or Jim always busy with work. He knew Richard probably became lonely at times. “If you want you can wait til then to talk about your trip, but I am fine with hearing it twice.”
Sebastian’s question had Rich giving an unnecessarily long sound of thought, before settling on a shrug. “I imagine he must know. Maybe he’s just very confident that that won’t change. Because it won’t, will it? Even if he never thanks you, or anything.” It wasn’t as though Richard could do anything if Sebastian suddenly betrayed Jim, and there’d been years of thought about that unpleasant scenario, before he decided that Jim had likely already thought of that problem tons of times, and was definitely likely to have a plan for it.
The offer was sweet, and Richard knew perfectly well that it was offered for his own benefit. He made sure to nearly beam at Sebastian for the effort. “If it’s not getting in the way of... Well, anything, really, I’d love that.” It wasn’t fair to say they never ate together, no matter how little he actually ate proper meals, but Rich definitely would’ve preferred it being an almost nightly occurrence. “I don’t think Jim is especially interested in what I did while I was away. Just a lot of wasted money, surely.” Even if it had been his own money.
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“People say Jim’s frightening, but you’re really not anything to sneeze at, are you?” Simply put, he was sort of terrifying.
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“What is it, then?”
“Just... just about anything else. Just...let’s make something up. Whatever we make up, that’s what you saw. Are seeing.”
