FILL - GAME AND WAGER (1/2)reogulusJanuary 8 2011, 05:24:56 UTC
Other wars are lowly and unworthy, driven by greed or stupidity, all the malice within human nature that no one could have defeated. Sherlock’s game is different. His game is driven by him and him alone. Perhaps the only duty he owes to the Queen and country is to thank them for providing him with a gaming board called London.
He’s the last one standing when the sound of shrieking sirens rings the game to an end. He’d smooth out the wrinkles in his coat, stand on the corner of the street and quietly observe as the sergeants take the criminals away. He’d pace back and forth on the pavement for days, deduct every passer-by within seconds and repeat his findings to the skull at night, a futile effort to burn off the excess adrenaline. He’d refuse to sleep until the high wears off, only to wake up feeling bored again.
Other people may agree that wars happen for a reasonable cause, but they don’t understand Sherlock’s game. Sometimes he’d laugh out loud just thinking about their confused faces.He actually prefers ordinary people to
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Re: FILL - GAME AND WAGER (2/2)reogulusJanuary 8 2011, 05:25:36 UTC
Other people make mistakes in other wars. Sherlock’s game is never subject to those mistakes because his deduction never fails. There’s no blind confidence. There’s only science. There’s only him.The game’s become more exciting with company. Even the mundane, uneventful weeks somehow feel more bearable (well, the wall begs to differ). It’s funny how the streets of London feel shorter when he’s chasing the target with John by his side. It’s funny how he actually refers to John as his friend in front of Sebastian, even though it’s only to show off. It’s funny how he never bothered to get the skull back from Mrs. Hudson because John’s actually the better listener
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THIS IS AWESOME!!!!!!!! I don't know what I had in mind when I posted my prompt but it was nothing this brilliant! I love everything about it, so much I can't pick out one thing to love more!
For love of John Watson, Sherlock would move the stars.
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He’s the last one standing when the sound of shrieking sirens rings the game to an end. He’d smooth out the wrinkles in his coat, stand on the corner of the street and quietly observe as the sergeants take the criminals away. He’d pace back and forth on the pavement for days, deduct every passer-by within seconds and repeat his findings to the skull at night, a futile effort to burn off the excess adrenaline. He’d refuse to sleep until the high wears off, only to wake up feeling bored again.
Other people may agree that wars happen for a reasonable cause, but they don’t understand Sherlock’s game. Sometimes he’d laugh out loud just thinking about their confused faces.He actually prefers ordinary people to ( ... )
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Other people make mistakes in other wars. Sherlock’s game is never subject to those mistakes because his deduction never fails. There’s no blind confidence. There’s only science. There’s only him.The game’s become more exciting with company. Even the mundane, uneventful weeks somehow feel more bearable (well, the wall begs to differ). It’s funny how the streets of London feel shorter when he’s chasing the target with John by his side. It’s funny how he actually refers to John as his friend in front of Sebastian, even though it’s only to show off. It’s funny how he never bothered to get the skull back from Mrs. Hudson because John’s actually the better listener ( ... )
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I don't know what I had in mind when I posted my prompt but it was nothing this brilliant! I love everything about it, so much I can't pick out one thing to love more!
THANK YOU!!!!!!!!
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