#holmesatyourservice

[angelicdemonrayko-blog-blog]

Bumps into holmesatyourservice on the streets

Rayko moved through the streets of the London marketplace. He avoided a person as he snagged a hat off one of the stands unnoticed. He had been picking pockets longer than most of the people walking around had been alive. This was just a side stop on his way some where else. He grinned as he put the hat on while turning a corner. He bumped into someone roughly. "Whoa there! Watch where you are going!" He snapped as he looked at the man. 

[themidgardiansongstress]

holmesatyourservice heard the songstress

Ani glanced around. "Oh, not again...." She muttered bitterly. 

[thevaliant-child-blog]

holmesatyourservice started following you

Rose paused for a moment or two as she took in the figure in front of her. "Hi," She said with a gently, friendly smile on her face. "Are you alrigh'?"

[consultingspiderinwestwood]

holmesatyourservice replied to your post: ~A day in which the Mun has tried to do work with movies in the background.

[[Anytime Ive ever tried to do homework while watching Avengers, I ended up getting so distracted, its ridiculous. I imagine replying would be the same way.]]

[[I will probably end up getting distracted, but, I'll try and focus, I owe way too many people to let myself get distracted too much... ~]]

[bornofsoulandpassion-blog]

"My mom says she owns you and that I'm supposed to meet you. So I guess that makes me the consolation prize. How nice."

[talentedliarloki]

holmesatyourservice replied to your post: Claimed [I had to. Sue me.]

“Out of the options I could have been given, this was it? I still wonder if this game hates me or not.” -SH

"For my sake, let's not chance a potentially worse outcome. I enjoy risk but I am not a masochist."

[talentedliarloki]

holmesatyourservice replied to your post: Claimed

[[Why is this the best angry/jealous text I’ve ever read in my life?]]

[ :3 ]

[foreheadelementals]

"Claimed" -SH

9: Drunk voice mail

((Does Sherlock even have voice mail?))

After the beep, Nymph’s slurred tones sounded from the machine. “Heeey Sheer! It’s Nymph! Anywho, I just callled because you need to know more about demons. They’re veery ugly. Seriously they are ugly motherhuggers.”

There is giggling in the background and another slurred voice asked, “Who ya talkin’ to Nymph?”

“My friend, a de-detect, crime person.”

“Nymph, give me the phone,” a not slurred voice said.

“Fine,” there was pout to be heard in Nymphs voice.

“Hi, my name is Jordan,” said the not slurred voice, “I’m so sorry about this and I’ll make Nymph apologize when she’s sober. Have a nice day!”

“Bye Sherlock!”