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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Mar 7, 2008 19:06:03 GMT -5
((Oh, very nice.))
*Holmes drew back only his head.*
"Irene... What's the matter?"
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Post by Irene on Mar 7, 2008 19:09:14 GMT -5
((Thank you?))
*Irene put her hand to her head, blinking rapidly, trying to shake the pictures from her eyes*
There he stood...her husband, as if he had never been gone a day. For a moment- then he melted about the knife plunged in his back by a masked assassin. Before his attacker even took off her mask, Irene knew who it was.
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Mar 7, 2008 19:11:07 GMT -5
((The transmission thing, I like it.))
*Holmes grasped Irene by the shoulders.*
"Irene?"
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Post by Irene on Mar 7, 2008 19:14:45 GMT -5
"No", *she whispered*, "don't you see them? Oh god..."
Holmes stood before her too, but not as she knew him. A hollowed, animated corpse, kneealing before the woman- her- who stroked his head as if he were a dog.
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Mar 7, 2008 19:16:27 GMT -5
"See what?" *he insisted.* "Irene, whatever you see, it isn't real."
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Post by Irene on Mar 7, 2008 19:24:08 GMT -5
*Irene shook her head, but whether she was trying to tell him something or simply trying to clear her head of the hallucinations wasn't clear*
The woman turned to her, and was unrecognizable by her face- a demon somehow made of shadows and blood. But Irene knew it was herself, even as the woman reached out to her-
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Mar 7, 2008 19:29:43 GMT -5
((Poor Irene!))
*Holmes felt as helpless as he ever had. He didn't like it, any more than he liked being in love. He could only try to hold Irene close, to ease her through whatever was happening. He doubted he could get anything like brandy down her throat in this state.*
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Post by Irene on Mar 7, 2008 19:33:09 GMT -5
((Poor everyone involved in this plotline.))
*Irene seemed to be registering less and less of what was going on in the room*
As the woman's hand wrapped itself around Irene's throat, she leanend in and kissed her. It was a mockery, something like the way Dracula kissed her. She felt herself frozen, unable to to scream.
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Mar 7, 2008 19:35:46 GMT -5
*He wasn't getting through to her at all. He resorted to drastic measures and slapped her--lightly--across the cheek.*
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Post by Irene on Mar 7, 2008 19:43:03 GMT -5
*Her head jerked back- she looked around, breathing rapidly*
She saw herself striking the woman, her hands burning when she did. The woman laughed and tossed her a knife- the same one used to kill her husband.
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Mar 10, 2008 14:13:32 GMT -5
*Well that tried-and-true method hadn't worked. Holmes was at a loss. It was difficult, with this cloud of love coloring everything. He couldn't think straight. Couldn't act. Could only hold her and try to reassure her she was here with him.
He kept saying her name, over and over.*
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Mar 11, 2008 14:56:04 GMT -5
*Holmes jumped as two vampires--not that he knew what they were--burst into the room. He instinctively threw himself in front of Irene, that little sane part of him glad, at least, he could think that far.
He wished he could reach his pistol.*
"NOT ONE STEP CLOSER!"
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Post by Irene on Mar 11, 2008 14:59:12 GMT -5
((Ooh!))
*Irene stood behind him, only partly seeing the intruders through her mental fog*
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Post by Maria on Mar 11, 2008 19:15:34 GMT -5
*Part of her was a bit thrilled to see Holmes in the flesh, and the other part--the one in control--was more businesslike at the sight of Irene*
"Unfortunately, my good man, that's not possible."
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Post by Norman Bates on Mar 12, 2008 10:43:35 GMT -5
*Norman moved to the left, in order to bracket the two with Maria.*
That's. Sherlock. Holmes.
*Hero worship threatened to derail Norman's purpose.*
"I thought you'd be taller," *he frowned.*
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