I'm the best and you're a ponce.

My name is Carl Powers and you're a git. I'm thirteen and the best on the swim team. Everyone's jealous. ((bbc!Sherlock roleplay blog. I have a Seb one here.))

[powersswimmer-blog]

carl why do you hate jim? :c what did he do to you?

He's a freak.

[powersswimmer-blog]

hey carl do you secretly wanna snog jim and thats why you bully him so much?

Ew. I'd never want to let that little dweeb's mouth close to mine.

[powersswimmer-blog]

carl why are you so mean to jim? :C

Why are you such a tosser?

[mind-over-addie-deactivated2012]

I don’t like water very much. I can’t swim well and I’ve had too many horrible encounters with it. -wrinkles her nose- I just need to kill time because I don’t feel like going home just yet and listening to mum get angry at me.

[powersswimmer-blog]

Well I’m always up for hanging out with you. -grins- You’d get yelled at for being in th’ hospital? That doesn’t seem fair. S’not like you did it on purpose, was it?

[mind-over-addie-deactivated2012]

Well, I did stalk off from the group I was supposed to be with. Half my fault. Other half was the river. Mum doesn’t like it when I get hurt. -shrugs faintly, then shifts awkwardly for a moment- Erm. After my stitches heal and doctors say I can go back in the water - would you teach me to swim? Awkward thing to ask a thirteen year old, I know, but I really want to learn and … yeah … . awkward.

[powersswimmer-blog]

-crosses his arms- It's only two years.. I'm not that much younger. But yeah. -grins- I'll teach ya. It'd be fun.

[mind-over-addie-deactivated2012]

powersswimmer replied to your post: Future Note to Self:

You alright, Addie?

I’ll live. I guess. I just hurt more than I’d like to and I’ll have nightmares about drowning for the next week. Otherwise, I am peachy.

[powersswimmer-blog]

Nightmares about drowning? Sounds like a bloody awful way to go. Especially for a swimmer.. or maybe that’s just ironic? I dunno.. Anything I can do t’ help or anything?

[mind-over-addie-deactivated2012]

I don’t like water very much. I can’t swim well and I’ve had too many horrible encounters with it. -wrinkles her nose- I just need to kill time because I don’t feel like going home just yet and listening to mum get angry at me.

[powersswimmer-blog]

Well I'm always up for hanging out with you. -grins- You'd get yelled at for being in th' hospital? That doesn't seem fair. S'not like you did it on purpose, was it?

[mind-over-addie-deactivated2012]

powersswimmer replied to your post: Future Note to Self:

You alright, Addie?

I’ll live. I guess. I just hurt more than I’d like to and I’ll have nightmares about drowning for the next week. Otherwise, I am peachy.

[powersswimmer-blog]

Nightmares about drowning? Sounds like a bloody awful way to go. Especially for a swimmer.. or maybe that's just ironic? I dunno.. Anything I can do t' help or anything?

[thatholmeskid-blog]

The Roommate Conundrum || Sherlock & Carl

Sherlock peered through the peephole on the door to their shared room. He was still scrawny, really. He could barely reach high enough to see in the room at this point. Incredibly pale. There were dark circles under his eyes from where he hadn’t eaten or slept well for the last week and a half. The bruise on his back from the last time he had walked in when Carl hadn’t wanted him there was still painfully present. He hated this, really. He didn’t understand why Irene had forced him into this. Boarding school was a stupid decision. A ridiculous decision. Sherlock didn’t need schooling, yet here he was. 

When he was satisfied that the other boy wasn’t in the room, Sherlock made his way over to his bed. Lying down in it for the first time in a few days, Sherlock curled around his pillow and pulled the blankets and sheets up around himself. For the first time in ages, he slept wonderfully. He was still sound asleep when his roommate finally entered the room. 

[powersswimmer-blog]

Carl entered his- their room making as much noise as he could, flipping on the lights and otherwise doing everything he could to annoy Sherlock. Ooh, maybe if he could piss the other enough into yelling at him, he could make him shut up. Yeah, that’d be entertaining. Carl grinned sadistically as he dropped his dufflebag—full of both his swim stuff and all his school books—making a satisfyingly loud thud.

[thatholmeskid-blog]

Sherlock groaned, flipping over in the bed. He stared up at the ceiling for a moment, blinking sleepily. “Powers,” he sat up grudgingly, “I’m trying to sleep.” He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand and swung his feet over the edge of the bed, glaring up at his room mate. “Could you make more noise?”

[powersswimmer-blog]

"What's that, Holmes?" he asked, just that side of too loud. "You want more noise? Yeah, I think I can do that." Carl turned on his heel and hit a button on his ipod, blasting some music he wasn't even sure he liked. He'd only added it to use it against Sherlock. It was his favourite past time, really. He'd made it into his own little game. 'How quickly can I piss off the freak'. Carl wore a smug smile as he changed into a pair of pajama shorts.

[thatholmeskid-blog]

The Roommate Conundrum || Sherlock & Carl

Sherlock peered through the peephole on the door to their shared room. He was still scrawny, really. He could barely reach high enough to see in the room at this point. Incredibly pale. There were dark circles under his eyes from where he hadn’t eaten or slept well for the last week and a half. The bruise on his back from the last time he had walked in when Carl hadn’t wanted him there was still painfully present. He hated this, really. He didn’t understand why Irene had forced him into this. Boarding school was a stupid decision. A ridiculous decision. Sherlock didn’t need schooling, yet here he was. 

When he was satisfied that the other boy wasn’t in the room, Sherlock made his way over to his bed. Lying down in it for the first time in a few days, Sherlock curled around his pillow and pulled the blankets and sheets up around himself. For the first time in ages, he slept wonderfully. He was still sound asleep when his roommate finally entered the room. 

[powersswimmer-blog]

Carl entered his- their room making as much noise as he could, flipping on the lights and otherwise doing everything he could to annoy Sherlock. Ooh, maybe if he could piss the other enough into yelling at him, he could make him shut up. Yeah, that'd be entertaining. Carl grinned sadistically as he dropped his dufflebag--full of both his swim stuff and all his school books--making a satisfyingly loud thud.

[powersswimmer-blog]

((Works for me. We could have them set as, like, roommates in a type of boarding school, if that would be okay with you.))

((ooooh yeah alright. that'd be neat

[powersswimmer-blog]

Ten minutes later, Carl was at the park. He’d had to force himself not to rush. He didn’t want to seem like an overeager little ponce, did he? He sent out a message to Addie and stuffed his hands in his pockets as he looked around for her, waiting for a response.

[text]: you here?　

[mind-over-addie-deactivated2012]

[Text]: By the playground.

Addie had found a nice spot on the lower branches in a tree near the playground that gave her an acceptable view. It was worth considering as a spot to think in the near future, seeing as she often disappeared into her own little worlds as often as she could when thinking. Here she would be undisturbed. Staring at her phone, she added another response.

[Text]: In a tree.

[powersswimmer-blog]

He set out for the playground as soon as he read her first message, he didn't read the second until he was already standing under one of the taller trees, feeling like a dunce that he hadn't spotted her yet. As soon as he saw it, however, his eyes snapped up, wondering which tree was hiding her.

[powersswimmer-blog]

Ten minutes later, Carl was at the park. He'd had to force himself not to rush. He didn't want to seem like an overeager little ponce, did he? He sent out a message to Addie and stuffed his hands in his pockets as he looked around for her, waiting for a response.

[text]: you here?　

[powersswimmer-blog]

[Text]: Meet me at the park, if anything to get away from those jerks bothering you.

[Text]: I'll be there in ten... see you soon.

[powersswimmer-blog]

Tch. Technicality. Shite, yer arms are tiny--I bet I could crush yer ulna without even trying.

S-stay away from me.. freak.

[powersswimmer-blog]

Nothin', nothin'. I jes' cannae believe Jim sent me t'beat the shite out of such a tiny little fuck, 's all. Be a shame t' break those legs. The crunch willnae even be satisfying.

W-what? You can't beat me up! I'm a kid, you'll... you'll get arrested!

[powersswimmer-blog]

...Heh. Ye're Carl Powers? Christ, ye're tiny.

Yeah. I am. What's it to ya?

[magicaldolan]

oh my god

i just realised it omg

[powersswimmer-blog]

Seriously, arseface… you must be on something.

[magicaldolan]

you want to be inside my butthole

admit it

you do

[powersswimmer-blog]

Ew.

You're a nancy psycho..

[consultingcriminaltobe-deactiva]

Jim coughs, gagging a little. He grips onto the arm that Carl’s using to pin him to the wall, wheezing. 

That the worst…you can do Powers? 

I—..ahaha…you make me sick. You really do. If I had the chance to beat your ass…I wouldn’t do it…in such a boring way.

[powersswimmer-blog]

He sneers and throws Jim to the ground, kicking him once.

As if you could.

[consultingcriminaltobe-deactiva]

I will…

Jim coughs and stays on the ground this time. 

Just you….wait Powers.

[powersswimmer-blog]

He snorts in laughter.

Whatever you say Morifarty. You're boring me.

Carl gives a final kick to Jim's stomach before turning his back and walking away.