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[jamieacquaatyourservice]

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Jamie's lips were set in a permanent pout as she tried to look as threatening as possible, ridding sidesaddle on her most prized horse. Her father's most trusted adviser, Andrew, rode ahead, sending his gaze back every now and then to see if she'd changed her attitude- and of course she hadn't. The two week journey to the neighboring kingdom had only made her more bitter than even the reason for the journey had.

"We'll be there within half an hour," he called back. "I'll hold council with the king shortly thereafter; you'll be free to see the castle, if you wish."

Jamie only snarled. 'See the castle'- his way of saying 'talk to the prince'. A boy she'd only met in her youth, and a peevish boy if she remembered correctly. An ass, she'd have said in private.

And, if everything went according to her father's plan, her husband-to-be.

[mycroft-iceman-holmes]

Learning Deductions | dontthinkimanangel

It was cleaning day, and Mother wanted them out of the house. Something about them never quite getting things clean enough. She'd tucked a few bills in Mycroft's hand with a motherly "Watch your brother," and shooed them out the door. Mycroft wandered down the sidewalk towards the park where the ice cream cart would be waiting, keeping an eye on Sherlock as they went.

[angela-orphan]

A Strangers Help :: DontThinkImAnAngel

Angela was walking down the streets of London, her head down, trying to keep the rain from soaking her too much.  It was a always a pain when it rained.  She really needed to invest in making something to keep herself dry.

Passing by an alley way, she caught a bit of movement near the ground, like a leg moving about halfway down behind a garbage bin.  Curious, Angela moved towards the movement, moving her hand closer to her bag and ready to pull out her knife if something unexpected and dangerous happened.  Her eyes locked onto the shoe she could see.  It looked too new to belong to someone that lived on the street, which confused her.  Why would someone that has a warm home be on the streets?

She peeked around the bin and she saw something she never expected.  She saw a thin, dark haired man sitting, holding a red hand to his shoulder.  After a moment, she realized two things. First: the man in front of her was Sherlock Holmes.  She had seen a picture of the man in a newspaper one time and this man looked exactly like him.  Second: he was hurt.  He seemed to have a few scraps and bruises, but there was something worse under his red... bloody hand.  

She knelt down to the side of him, nearest to his hurt shoulder, and looked him in the eye.  She moved her hands in a way that said, 'move your hand,' hoping he would get the message so she didn't have to force him to do it. 

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[OOC]

I'm sleepy times. Good night, everyone.

~ Madison

[governmentofficial]

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[Text to: 1908SH] Sherlock, Mummy wants you to come to dinner at hers. - MH

[Text to: 1908SH] By wants I mean she is ordering you to attend. - MH

[Text to: 1908SH] I'll be there too, if it helps? - MH

[Text to: 1908SH] Actually, that was a foolish comment. Of course it will not help. - MH

[Text to: 1908SH] If you do not go willingly, I will have somebody drug you and bring you by force. That is not an empty threat, Sherlock. - MH

[mr-adler]

"I'm never getting on my knees for you again."

       ”I wouldn’t scream that from the rooftops if I were you, Holmes.”

                 He offers a nonchalant shrug, hands stuck into their pockets now that his previous run-away cuff-link had been recovered.

                        A proud smirk was stuck on his face; not because they had located the sterling silver bracket, no, but because it had resulted in Sherlock Holmes crawling around the oriental carpet looking for it.

                                     What a view.

                                                “Thanks, by the way. Let me take you to dinner.”

[mycroftthegreat]

Vibrator, secret lover, and washing machine....

Vibrator: Use any toys? Have a favorite?

Despite him denying every word of it, Mycroft owns two. One, which was a gag gift from someone during his Uni years and still his favorite. Another was something he intended to use with someone else, but never had the chance to.

Secret Lover: Describe someone you lust after. No names!

He’s incredibly smart. Wit is something Mycroft enjoys. There is also a hint of tenderness behind him that is all the more intriguing.

Washing Machine: Ever do it in a weird place before?

No, nothing would constitute as weird. Mycroft is blatantly generic in his sexcapades. (Although there was talk of space sex with Khan.)

[thecriminalprofessor]

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The professor cannot stand idiots. He can put up with people of average intelligence (although only just), but people who are less intelligent than that or pretending to be just infuriate him.