Jan 09, 2012 19:02
[ The man on screen is tall, lean, a mop of black hair on top of his head and an expression that screams boredom. Reclining in an over stuffed chair, he holds the phone up with one hand, the other elegantly twisting a cigarette between his fingers, smoke rising above his eyes. ]
I'm sure we've all had time to readjust to our new homes. It doesn't take a genius to know we're stuck here, so lucky you. [ Taking a drag. ] My name is Sherlock Holmes, the only consulting detective you're ever likely to meet. I'm the one you'll come to with your mysteries, your unexplained occurrences, the strange happenings in your tiresome little lives. [ Another drag, a slower exhale this time. ] Your cases are my business, and if you ever desire me, you may find Dr. Watson and I at 221B Pistor Street.
[ And then, just as quickly, just as derisively. ] If your loved ones go missing, do not even attempt to trouble me with it. In all likelihood, they found you too dull, too tedious, too ugly to be near. When greener pastures are available, every person alive will go to them.
Otherwise, feel free to come and see us. We can guarantee we'll get to the bottom of it.
john watson | sherlock,
sherlock holmes | sherlock