minifill part 5b
anonymous
August 19 2011, 15:23:01 UTC
John sipped his tea. “So you’re not a photographer yourself?” he said to Sally.
“I’ve done a couple of minor shoots,” she said. “Learning the ropes, building my portfolio. But it’s not easy to make your mark, working with Sherlock.”
"He is a bit of an odd one," said John
"He's a freak," said Sally. "But he notices everything."
“John,” said Sherlock. “Come here, I want to try something new.”
John put down his cup and went to stand in the middle of the muddy tarpaulin.
“On one knee,” said Sherlock. “Look up at me. No, round more. Now stare at me. Angry. No, angry, angry,” he put down the camera. “What are you doing?”
“Sorry?” said John.
“What are you doing?” Sherlock enunciated slowly. “With your face?”
“What?”
“Your face, that expression you’re pulling. The mildly enquiring, little quirked eyebrows one. Is that your only look?”
John glanced over to where Lestrade was apparently making a phone call. Round to Sally who was engrossed in taking light readings. Smiled, looked back.
“I don’t...” he said.
“What do you call it,” said Sherlock. “The bovine?” He took a picture.
John’s smile disappeared. “No,” he said.
“The ovine?” Another picture.
“No.”
“But you do know what ovine means?”
"Sheep-like,” said John through gritted teeth.
“Very good,” said Sherlock. “Well done. You’re not just a pretty face. Well, you’re not actually very pretty at all. Rugged, I understand is what we’re calling it now.“
John closed his eyes briefly; opened them. “What’s your problem?” he said.
“Oh,” said Sherlock, taking a rapid series of shots. “The Lupine, yes that one’s much better. Do it again.”
John scowled.
“And again,” said Sherlock stepping around him. “Good. Now,” he put down the camera, moved closer.
“Are you ready to take your clothes off for me?”
The Lupine, John's version of The Magnum /Zoolander.
“I’ve done a couple of minor shoots,” she said. “Learning the ropes, building my portfolio. But it’s not easy to make your mark, working with Sherlock.”
"He is a bit of an odd one," said John
"He's a freak," said Sally. "But he notices everything."
“John,” said Sherlock. “Come here, I want to try something new.”
John put down his cup and went to stand in the middle of the muddy tarpaulin.
“On one knee,” said Sherlock. “Look up at me. No, round more. Now stare at me. Angry. No, angry, angry,” he put down the camera. “What are you doing?”
“Sorry?” said John.
“What are you doing?” Sherlock enunciated slowly. “With your face?”
“What?”
“Your face, that expression you’re pulling. The mildly enquiring, little quirked eyebrows one. Is that your only look?”
John glanced over to where Lestrade was apparently making a phone call. Round to Sally who was engrossed in taking light readings. Smiled, looked back.
“I don’t...” he said.
“What do you call it,” said Sherlock. “The bovine?” He took a picture.
John’s smile disappeared. “No,” he said.
“The ovine?” Another picture.
“No.”
“But you do know what ovine means?”
"Sheep-like,” said John through gritted teeth.
“Very good,” said Sherlock. “Well done. You’re not just a pretty face. Well, you’re not actually very pretty at all. Rugged, I understand is what we’re calling it now.“
John closed his eyes briefly; opened them. “What’s your problem?” he said.
“Oh,” said Sherlock, taking a rapid series of shots. “The Lupine, yes that one’s much better. Do it again.”
John scowled.
“And again,” said Sherlock stepping around him. “Good. Now,” he put down the camera, moved closer.
“Are you ready to take your clothes off for me?”
The Lupine, John's version of The Magnum /Zoolander.
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