[After his run in with the man in black, Holmes had been a little put out at how badly he had defended himself. So, after cleaning the wounds Shiki inflicted on him, Holmes had headed to the Manors gym.

Once there, he had removed his shirt and taken his blackberry out of his pocket, throwing them both to the side. The impact hit the 'video feed' ( Read more... )

[For once, as soon as he'd woken up, Holmes had headed to the showers instead of the kicthen or his violin. Two weeks without one was pushing it, even for him. So, an hour later, and he emerges from the bathroom down the hall from his room, squeaky clean and wrapped in a towel from the waist down]

Anyone is free to physically bump into him and make ( Read more... )

[Holmes had been keeping himself to himself for about 4 days now. He was used to not eating, so that hadn't been a problem. Nor had keeping warm - the apartment he'd been staying in until a few days ago had belonged to a man about his age, and therefore Holmes had taken it upon himself to borrow some winter clothes. On his way to the safe house he' ( Read more... )

[After waking up in what appeared to be a half destroyed building, Holmes hurriedly pulled on thejacket he'd found nearby, before heading back into the city, trying to find the safehouse once again. He had been enjoying the food and the rest, and hadn't appreciated waking up half frozen]

[Anyone going down this particular road might just find Holmes, sitting against a wall, looking in less than great condition. After his escapades with whatever drugs he took a day or so before, his system is in turmoil. Severaly dehydrated and incredibly confused and stressed out, whoever finds him will find him looking pale and very ill. His ( Read more... )

[Needless to say, the detective has no idea what's going on or where he is. However, after the rather heavy use of a certain drug a mere 2 hours ago, his mind was a little in over drive. This will show in his body language as he stumbles down the asphalt road, his eyes flicking over the new surroundings like a high child in a candy store. Everthing ( Read more... )

[His Stu had caused nothing but stress for the past several days; moving things around his room, following him around, always insisting on standing that little too close.All small, petty things to most, but for Holmes they were actions that he couldn't tolerate for much longer. Having used a small amount of something or other, his alleged Brother ( Read more... )

[After fiddling around with his blackberry in an attempt to familiarize himself with it, Holmes managed to turn on the video feed. For anyone watching, it'll show him sat cross legged on the floor, surrounded by books that he may or may not have stolen from the library. All of them are open, papers from his desk strewn as far as the video will show ( Read more... )

[After a very long and stressful day of dealing with his alleged 'Brother', Holmes had locked himself in his bedroom - something he was well accustomed to doing. With the curtains blocking out the sunlight, he had sat in the corner of the room furthest from the door, trying to ignore the constant knocking on his door. With a migraine building and ( Read more... )

[The feed shows Holmes sat in the corner of his room, his violin held tightly in his hands, as a child would to a favourite toy]

No, you may not 'touch it', or 'see it', or indeed 'play it' - and I don't know who you are but I'd appreciate it if you left me alone--

Come now, Holmes - don't you remember me? You must do~

[A tall, well dressed man steps ( Read more... )