Sherlock Holmes.

My name's Sherlock. If all you're going to do is bother me here, then don't bother doing anything. I'm fifteen years old, and this is my blog.

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Hello, everyone.

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I’m such a bad friend when it comes to communication, like if you don’t try to get in contact with me you won’t hear from me for months at a time.

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At Your Front Door || Sherlock and Emery

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Emery snagged the couch and tipped her head at Sherlock. “Ah realleh am,” she insisted. And she actually was. Surprisingly the lone wolf had found a companion to accept all her faults and flaws. Her legs crossed and tucked up on the couch with her.

Quirking an eyebrow, he snorted a bit in amusement. "I was agreeing with you. I never doubted that you were seeing someone. Like I say. I could tell." Giving a cheeky little smirk, he shrugged. "It was evident enough from the angle of the pillows. And the fact that the couch was scooted back farther on one side than the other from the mark."

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At Your Front Door || Sherlock and Emery

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The rate at which Sherlock made himself at home amused Emery. She didn’t mind it though. The younger man had a special place in her heart. The heart that panged at the mention of not seeing anyone. Except that wasn’t actually true. She was seeing someone, he just wouldn’t leave evidence laying about. “Then ya assume wron’,” Emery told Sherlock with a mysterious lift of her brow.

He gave a little smirk. "Of course you are." Shrugging, he sat down in a chair. His chair, he claimed. It would grow to be his eventually, he supposed. Maybe. "That one was easy."

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Dissection || Sherlock and Jim || ConsultingCriminalToBe

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Jim furrowed his brow, shrugging. “I did it like that.” He says. “Just deeper.” 

He eyes the frog curiously watching it squirm. He takes the scalpel back. “What next? Can we cut it’s guts out yet??”

Rolling his eyes, he groaned at the sheer idiocy of the statement at hand. "I told you not to do it that deep." Without uttering another word, he motioned where the next cut should be made.

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At Your Front Door || Sherlock and Emery

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Emery wondered momentarily if he was actually telling her the truth, or her slant of the truth. She let it slide as it wasn’t her place to do such a thing as call him out on it anyway. Turning she shut the door and locked it as was habit before turning back to face Sherlock. “Maybeh if ya stopped seein’ ‘em as idiots, an’ moore as teachin’ opportunitiehs ya’d nae feel like they were such a burden.”

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Rolling his eyes, he shed his long coat. Hanging it up, he headed farther into the house, carefully inspecting everything as he walked. Ignoring the question, he asked, "I don't assume you're seeing anyone right now." Of course he knew the answer. Why wouldn't he? The signs were clear. However, he wanted to see what she truly thought of him, and her answer to this question would show him exactly that. 

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Dissection || Sherlock and Jim || ConsultingCriminalToBe

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Jim does as he’s told, possibly cutting a little too deep. He squeezes the blood out of the wound, giggling. 

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Rolling his eyes, Sherlock gave a little huff and watched the younger boy. So futile. Making an audible little groan, the raven-haired teenager leaned down closer. 

"Not that deep, be careful."

Pulling the blade from his hand, he made the second cut with easy, precise fingers. 

"Like this."

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“What are you doing?”

"Nothing too exciting. What about you?"

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At Your Front Door || Sherlock and Emery

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She let himlet him study her face, it was something he did, and Emery knew that, no reason to balk it now. Sherlock couldn’t have been more than sixteen or seventeen if Emery recalled correctly and yet he made her feel like a little girl again under the severe eye of her father, awaiting judgment. “Staves ooff  boredom,” Emery shrugged a bit, preferring not to go into the details of her capture. “Wha’ ‘ave ya been dooin’?”

Sensing that she didn't want to talk about it, he gave a curt nod. "I've found a home." That was all he would say about his current living quarters. To be perfectly honest, he'd found a way with the homeless. They had taken him in. He would repay them someday, somehow. This was just, however, until he could get out of school and make enough money to rent his own flat. "I haven't been doing much. Dealing with the idiots at school every day of my life."

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"And you caught it yourself." Jim pulls out his kit and selects a knife. "Where do we start?"

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"Yes, of course." Kneeling over the toad for slaughter, he pointed at its neck. "Make an incision here. Horizontal. Don't break any of the organs, either. Do it lightly, with just enough pressure to break through the layers of skin." Then, he pointed between its legs. "Then do the same here."

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“Hi Sherlock!”

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He scrunched up his eyes a bit. "Florence?"

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Not all of it. I admit there’s quite a bit I don’t care to remember, but there were certain things worth saving.

Well, I suppose if you look at it that way, you would be correct. It wasn't always bad. It isn't always bad.

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At Your Front Door || Sherlock and Emery

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Her hands fumbled with the flowers momentarily when he abruptly shoved them towards her, but Emery recovered and took a step back so there was room for Sherlock to enter her flat. She looked uncomfortable, but if he looked closely - which he clearly wasn’t - he’d be able to tell it wasn’t because of him. New scars decorated her visage. One parallel to her right cheekbone and the other parallel above her left brow. A third was just barely visible above her collar, adorning her neck in the clear signs that someone had tried to slice her neck open. “Thanks,” Emery said sincerely. Been a lon’ time since anyone gave meh floowers.”

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Shrugging again, Sherlock stepped into her domain. Only then did he step back to study her carefully. It took him all of five seconds, but he deduced quickly. That fact was already known. What felt like five minutes of observation for him was equivalent to five seconds for the rest of the world. "You've been...busy." 

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Dissection

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Shrugging, Sherlock stood and stuffed his hands into his coat pocket. “Alright, that’s fine by me.” Without another word, he turned and started walking in that direction.

Jim followed, eyeing the toad. “So when did you dissect a frog before this? Did’ja do it in school?”

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"Toad." Unbuttoning his long coat, he hung it over a tree branch. The coat had been a gift from his brother. Whether he enjoyed his brother's company or not, though, he loved the coat. It was a good coat. Held up well. Sturdy. "I was bored one day, much like you are now." With a shrug, he crouched down. 

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This is… interesting.

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  So you do remember me. Good to know. 

I've always accepted as fact that you would have deleted this part of your life from your memory by the time you reached your current age. 

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I shall never forget.