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       MOST WOULD CERTAINLY CALL THE MOVE TO HAVE  every single bit of theatre and the arts merged into one central complex for the duration mad, given that every department needed their ample bit of space and soundproof rights, but it didn’t bother Sherlock in the least, who chose to simply put up with it for the next two weeks. It was true that the LPO couldn’t help but be noisy, given that they were working on one of the noisiest concertos known to man with Sherlock as its soloist, but it really didn’t mean that they would have to coincide with having slots taken away in favour of playing for the Russian ballet that clashed with the Royal Academy of Dance - according to those who complained, that is. It’s Sherlock who zipped about like the wind, running along the hallways of the dance department with haphazardly arranged music sheets nearly spilling out of his messenger bag as he breezes through the windows of each and every room that he passed by with, for once, a clear goal in mind.

       He’s heard of none other than William James Moriarty, of all people, being a stellar ballet dancer - not in the corps, but a danseur in his own right, and a principal dancer at that! It’s the knowledge of his very presence that makes Sherlock race straight for the department to find him as soon as rehearsals ended, and upon spotting the familiar tuft of blonde hair from his peripheral vision, he swung the door open and unceremoniously laughed with pure delight upon seeing him in the most unlikely of places.

       “I thought they were shitting me, but you were actually here, Liam!” Sherlock grinned, going straight up to William where he rests on the smooth wooden floor. “You didn’t tell me you were dancing here!”

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[predatr-blog1]

@wjmoriarty // “ Long time, no see. ” Shinya called over to the approaching Inspector, a single dark brow quirking upwards as he spoke. A trademark cigarette hung from his lips, nearly burnt down to a smoldering orange ember and the taste of it already going sour. “ I was beginning to wonder who they’d called in for backup. ” The rain was torrential. Pouring down in heavy streams that chilled you down  to the bone in mere seconds and the current situation at hand offered no relief. At least dozen hostages, their captors armed and agitated. The pharmacy on total lockdown as per Sibyl’s orders to keep the situation contained and manageable. ‘ Manageable. ’ Shinya thought bitterly, tossing the cigarette to the ground and crushing it under-foot. Already there had been two deaths and the area Psycho-Pass had been steadily rising the longer the stand off went on. The questioning murmurs and panicked realizations spreading through the masses like wildfire.