In the Rough; RP for gnight_mrholmes
Sherlock was in the City. He much preferred to be elsewhere, such as a crime scene or his flat, but he'd come to London City to follow a lead.
He sniffed once, and looked around. There was the faint smell of jasmine and lavender, and under that... money.
"Ah," he said aloud. With the ghost of a smile crossing his face, he walked towards where the smell was strongest: a small and very old diamond merchant. Diamond merchants did not tend to smell of jasmine and lavender, though money wasn't out of the question.
His eyes flickered to the sign, then took in the tone of the bell that rang as he walked in. It was an old bell. "I'm looking for a diamond in the rough," he announced, as though he expected someone who was there to pay immediate attention to him.
Which, of course, he did.
He sniffed once, and looked around. There was the faint smell of jasmine and lavender, and under that... money.
"Ah," he said aloud. With the ghost of a smile crossing his face, he walked towards where the smell was strongest: a small and very old diamond merchant. Diamond merchants did not tend to smell of jasmine and lavender, though money wasn't out of the question.
His eyes flickered to the sign, then took in the tone of the bell that rang as he walked in. It was an old bell. "I'm looking for a diamond in the rough," he announced, as though he expected someone who was there to pay immediate attention to him.
Which, of course, he did.