Intelligent Conversations; {Watson & 1 Open!}

[julian ashford holmes]

well, we all have a face

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that we hide away forever. and we take them out and show ourselves when everyone has gone. some are satin some are steel some are silk and some are leather. they're the faces of the stranger but we love to try them on.
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Julian hadn't slept properly in days. Though, for the great dectective this was nothing out of the ordinary. He had been racking his brain to figure out precisely why Moriarity had come to the States. Well, that's where his thought pattern started, anyway. Now he was perplexed as to why Americans were so obsessed with this Starbucks place. He sat still as a dead man in the oversized chair in the living room of the home he and his friend John shared. His fingers were placed in tip-to-tip and resting gently against his lips, his face impassive aside from the smallest furrow of his brows. His lips suddenly curved upwards into a half-smile as he jumped up from his chair. He began pacing the floor and muttering under his breath about commercialism and consumerism. Then just as suddenly as he started he stopped and dropped back into the chair. An exasperated sigh escaped his lips as he titled his head back and stared at the ceiling. This would be one of those times John would be trying to get him to get out of the house, do something to occupy his brain. Speaking of which... Sherlock looked around, only just noticing that John wasn't even there.

So, maybe he did need to get out for a bit. Under normal circumstances he wouldn't get dressed unless there was something exciting to do. But since people around here were already wary of him, he decided it best to actually put on real clothes. His half-smile broke into a complete one at the thought of the time he had been escorted to Buckingham Palace wearing nothing but a sheet. John had been brought in not long after and they'd shared a laugh over the fact Julian was wearing nothing under the sheet. That had been an interesting case... one he'd chosen to block out of his memory as much as possible in the past months. He sighed softly under his breath before getting up and attempting to put on something other than pajamas. He quickly threw on a pair of trousers and a dress shirt along with a vest. After slipping on a pair of dress shoes and his jacket he grabbed his scarf, winding it around his neck, then his phone, as well as his laptop case and left. He elected not to drive, partly because he wasn't familiar with American roads just yet. It wasn't far from his front door to the main 'strip' of town, thankfully. His shoes made a quiet tapping as he walked, the town seeming less than active. After consulting his phone he realized it was only seven in the morning. Blast, now he'd have an even harder time finding something to busy his mind.

The local police force had been less than enthusiastic about a potentially 'messed up' guy hanging around their crime scenes and critiquing their every action. Okay, so maybe that was putting it nicely. He'd been told off by a few of the cops, yet this did nothing to deter his excitement at a new crime happening in town. He was supposed to be meeting with the local head of police as well as his older brother to form some sort of agreement for his connection with the police. He quietly headed down the sidewalk towards town, keeping his eyes peeled for any activity out of the usual. People were coming out to get their morning papers, shopkeeps were flipping their closed signs to open, and a few kids seemed to be heading towards the park with skateboards in tow. Nothing particularly dramatic going on this early in Lipton it seemed. Finally, a welcome sight came into view. A library! Perhaps he could find something to attempt to read, or something to investigate via the only seemingly feasible source of knowledge in this backwoods town. He headed into the library and his eyes widened slightly at the amount of books held in the two-story building.

Julian made a beeline for the non-fiction section and busied himself reading the backs of various books on famous murders. He grabbed a few and made his way to an empty table. After sitting down he began quickly flipping through the pages, processing the information faster than any normal human could. He was bored..again. He quickly hacked through the library's wi-fi access and began surfing the internet, checking John's blog. At the latest entry he frowned slightly. John had said he was following Sherlock to the States. And that he would follow his friend wherever he was asked to go. Hmm, odd. He didn't remember asking John to come. John just sort of...elected himself to go along. Either way, he was happy to have some company. He opened his website in another browser and his fingers hovered over the keys, debating on a topic to write about.

Famous Killers In History; What Did They Have In Common?

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After typing out the title he pressed his fingers together again, touching them to his chin, and staring at the screen deep in thought. He almost didn't notice someone walking towards his table. Or that the person seemed awfully interested in him. Or curious. The person was most definitely curious. Probably because he was new in town. And anyone new in town was a curiousity much likened to a two-headed calf. As this was such a small town and all. Either way he sent a text to John to let him know he'd gone to the library, before turning his attention to the newcomer.[/size][/blockquote]

status, Fin!
tagged, John/Zed & 1 Open!
wordcount, 938
outfit, Click!
lyrics, The Stranger - Billy Joel
credit, JESH @ CAUTION 2.0
notes, None?!