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Jan 18, 2014 0:47:52 GMT
Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2014 0:47:52 GMT
Sofia looked down at the address scribbled in a corner of the page, then back up. Confirmed the street, confirmed the house number, and then shut the notebook, making her way up the driveway to the front door. This was the place.
She smoothed her jacket down, combed a hand through her hair - to look presentable, to be taken seriously. Truthfully, Sofia was excited, but she wouldn't let herself get unprofessional. With a sigh, regrouping, she clutched the notebook to her chest and reached out with a gloved hand, pressing down on the doorbell. She heard it ring out from inside the house, and she stood still, listening and waiting.
This was it.
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Jan 18, 2014 12:42:53 GMT
Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2014 12:42:53 GMT
The doorbell disturbed the final moments of the doctor's drama he was watching on tv.
Alister groaned in annoyance, but stood to his slipper clad feet and trudged begrudgingly over to the door. His parents were out, it was a weekend, and Alister felt terrible enough to take a long break from studying and watch life consuming television shows.
He opened the door without thinking, but not with it completely open, just enough for the person at the door to see his face. He blinked, with a frown - it was a girl. A girl with long, purple hair in some kind of inconceivable hairstyle. He'd be lying if he'd say he was an avid follower of fashion, but at least she didn't look at menacing.
"If you're trying to sell me something, I'd rather not. If you're looking for me for revenge for whatever reason, I wasn't your best friend's boyfriend. If you're from school, no I won't help you study. Now whoever you are, leave me be." He gave her a good stare, about to push the door in her face, but thought against it.
What if she'd come back after to kill him in his sleep? Unlikely, but probable. He stared at her as if trying to read her existence before the moments that lead her to stand in front of his door.
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Jan 19, 2014 23:00:49 GMT
Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2014 23:00:49 GMT
Inside, she could hear the faint voices of what she assumed was a television show. She tilted her head, waiting, listening for the sound of - a small and knowing smile curled on her lips - footsteps.
A teenage boy opened the door, and just barely - he looked normal as far as Sofia could discern, if not a bit cautious. But that was certainly an important quality to have, especially on dangerous investigations.
Ignoring his spiel, she decided to get down to business. "This is the Watson residence, I presume?" She asked before holding out a gloved hand for him to shake. "I'm Holmes. Sofia Holmes."
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Jan 19, 2014 23:06:48 GMT
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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2014 23:06:48 GMT
He narrowed his eyes.
"Yeah." The bad feeling was already up to his chest in invisble pressure. It proved to almost fatal though, his huntch, especially after the girl introduced herself.
"No thanks."
He promptly attempted to shut the door in her face.
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Jan 19, 2014 23:19:40 GMT
Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2014 23:19:40 GMT
He didn't sound too enthusiastic when he answered. He had refused before Sofia even got to the question, before she even got a chance to explain that they would be doing important work.
Her hand was already out and she stepped forward, pressing a hand to the surface, holding it open with her weight and a foot wedged in the door.
"Wait a minute." It wasn't so much a request as a formality, because she was already shouldering the door open and stepping past him. Inside, she ignored him for a minute, sweeping her gaze around the house's interior and flipping open her notebook. She scribbled down a few notes before shutting it and turning curtly to face him again.
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Jan 19, 2014 23:24:38 GMT
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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2014 23:24:38 GMT
He tumbled and fell onto the doormat when the girl forced herself in, and it was then did he curse himself for a nonexistent sporting ability.
"What the fuck do you want?" He was in the right mind to push her out, quite frankly. He felt threatened by the unwanted presence in his personal space (not to mention his family home).
"Anyone who has a Holmes surname is bad news, and I have Conan Doyle to blame. Now get out before I call the police!" He got to his feet by now, holding out the door for her as a last act of politeness.
How on earth did she find him, anyway?
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Jan 20, 2014 0:05:35 GMT
Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2014 0:05:35 GMT
She noted with a bit of surprise but not much concern that Watson had fallen to the ground. Sofia as unaffected by his evident anger as she dusted herself off and raised a brow at him.
At the name Conan Doyle, she brightened, gave an eager nod. (That bit about the police she ignored). "So you do know why I'm here."
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Jan 20, 2014 0:11:00 GMT
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2014 0:11:00 GMT
Alister could only stare at her in disbelief.
"What was your name, Sofia? Yeah? Well you have no god damn clue what life is like for me with every waking moment being compared to a fictional character who is just an assistant! An assistant! Not even a main character! So you think you can waltz in here and get me to kiss your feet and sign up to be your slave, you've got another thing coming." He reached for the wireless phone that sat on the stairs next to the intruder.
"Cant say I didn't warn you." He glared at her as he presses the numbers for 911.
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Jan 20, 2014 15:43:43 GMT
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2014 15:43:43 GMT
Before she could say any more, he'd launched into a tirade, leaving Sofia staring incredulously at him, not seeing how he could be anything but honoured by the comparison. His anger was utterly beyond her understanding, and she wasn't even sure what to say to placate such senseless agitation.
"But every detective needs an assistant, it's important!" She insisted. "If I had one, I'm sure I would--"
She glanced to the phone in his hand, lunging towards him, grabbing his hand by the wrist, pulling the phone away from his ear. "Hold on! At least let me tell you what this is about. You live here right?" She motioned with her other hand, meaning the island as a whole. "There's something amiss, there are inexplicable happenings. You can't honestly say you don't care, you aren't curious."
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Jan 20, 2014 16:16:17 GMT
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2014 16:16:17 GMT
Everything about her, from her pushy attitude to her stupid hair and her prentenious accent irritated him. He tried his best to shake her grip on his wrist off, with no avail.
"You have no right. That's all I have to say. Why did you come here, anyway? How did you get my address? Why are you so obsessed with me? I don't have time for idiots like you barging in people's homes just because... Just because... They're in some sunken ideal that names would lead to some grand destiny or ideal that just won't happen!" He ranted again, swapping hands with his phone.
"Hello, 911? Someone's got into my house and holding me against my will-"
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Jan 20, 2014 18:42:43 GMT
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2014 18:42:43 GMT
"It is meant to be!" She insisted. "I'm a detective, so is my brother - you remind me of him, actually." If he would use his tenacity for their important work, they could be a wonderful team, she was sure of it. She was also sure that she could be just as, if not more persistent than anybody else when she wanted to. Ashton used the word stubborn.
Sofia's eyes narrowed, and without hesitation or panic she had clapped a hand over his mouth, effectively muffling his next words. "I'm not holding you hostage, I'm enlisting your help." She eyed the phone. "You know, this probably counts as a crank call." She added. Loudly.
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Feb 1, 2014 14:56:45 GMT
Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2014 14:56:45 GMT
"Yeah, sure. Meant to be." He scoffed, mocking her words. "If he has such an... annoying younger sister I really feel sorry for the guy. And what does it matter to me whether or not I remind you of him?"
He glared at her angrily when she muffed out his words, and without hesitation he canceled the call and kneed her in the stomach. Alister Watson was a proud man, proud enough to hit girls if he had to.
"So then talk! Talk!" He beckoned her, tone not one bit friendly. "What made you come here and disturb my weekend? I have important stuff to do, you know!" Said the boy who was thinking of spending the entire day marathoning medical dramas, and that said drama was still on in the living room.
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Feb 2, 2014 21:52:50 GMT
Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2014 21:52:50 GMT
He really did remind of her of Ashton the more she saw of him, though - Ashton had never hit her. She hadn't expected him to retaliate - sure Sofia had been the one to make things physical, but it had been restraint, not violent.
There was a muffled thump - Sofia's grip on his wrist, hand over his mouth dropped to cradle her stomach and she stumbled back half a step. She glanced up at him, slightly breathless, and despite herself a faint smile on her lips. He was quick thinking, at least.
She straightened herself. "What could be more important than solving crime and mystery?" Her eyes seemed to shine, looking past him as if into a perfect dream of them as partners, unstoppable and successful. Sofia stepped closer reaching up to grab him by the shoulders insistently. "I told you - I need a sidekick, I need to figure out the mysteries of this island! And you're perfect! Tenacious and quick-witted - don't you see what a great team we'll make? Come on, Watson!" She shook him enthusiastically.
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