Gazing intencly at the harsh green door in front of me I examine the freshly polished looking 221B on the front of the door. Enhaling deeply, feeling the coolness of the air around me transfer into my lungs. My cheeks become warm with a cherry blush on my pale white skin, Chocolate brown hair cascading along my back. Raising my hand i knock on the door twice before placing my hand back on my cup of derastically cooling instant coffee. Suddenly I feel a buzz in my pocket and pull out my touchscreen phone.
Books? ~Yo Bro
JAYN FORD: BLOOD SECRET ~LLM
As I slide my phone into my heavy wanderous trenchcoat pocket, a man in a newly bought beige jumper opens up the door.
"Sorry we are not accepting clients today." He yelled, obviously irritated at me standing with his eyebrowns frowned before slamming the door on me.
Bewildered at his sudden action I hesitantly bring my bare hand up to the soft wood and try again, knocking on the door thrice.
"Excuse me but that was incredibly rude of you. I am here to see Miss Martha Hudsen if you please." I explain in a kind yet stern voice.
"You are right" he admitted, punching the bridge of his nose. "I am terribly sorry, please come in."
He steps away from the doorway allowing me inside only to reveal Martha cleaning up 221C.
"Martha my dear!" I exclaim joyously, a smile gracing my pink plump lips.
Looking up from where she was vacuuming, she turns to see me standing on the doorway, a wide smile spreading accross her face at the realistation of who I was.
"Cup of tea dear?" She asks
"Yes please. Black, two sugars as always."
All of a sudden I hear gunshots upstairs. The gunshots were not forceful nor of an alarming pace so after a few seconds of thinking I casually make my way up the stairway, Jumper Man and Matha watching me with curious looks. Entering the flat I examine the room. Interestingly enough I manage to see a man with pale skin, a tangle of black curls with his captivatingly beautiful icey blue eyes looking over to where he was shooting. I tried to hold it back but i couldn't. I burst out into a fit of giggles. Keeping myself in check speaking while attempting to sound as if I am no longer laughing i speak in a voice mixed with laughter.
"Your aim is horrible mate."
Turning to look over his shoulder at me he raises an eyebrow, obviously looking and scanning me up and down. He throw the gun at me and i catch it with thumbling hands as i accidentally fire the gun at the smily face on the wall. The man raises his eyebrow and looks at me.
"Well I must say that is not usually the reaction I get."
Soon enough from the strangely fired gunshot, the other man walks into the room with his hands in the air as he waves then at us sternly.
"What in GODS NAME are you two doing?!?"
"Being fabulous." I reply throwing the gun to the taller man with curls that I couldn't even begin to justify.
The shorter man decided to sit down and pull out his laptop and started to furiously type with the taller man walking to his own chair. Looking at the old dusty couch i screw up my nose slightly and before moving to the taller mans seat and sits on the arm of his chair with my arm wrapped behind his neck to lean on the chair back for balance.
"Black, two sugars. Just how you like it dearie."
Nodding my head in thanks as I take the cup from Martha I take a sip before the it dissapares from my hands. Looking up to see where on earth it went to I see the man next to me sipping my cup of tea, raising his eyebrow at me. He tends to do that alot.
"So Mop Hair man and Jumper man how are things living here and how would you like a new flatmate?"
"Jumper Man?" the man in the jumper asks.
"Ah, I do not know your name. My name is Lace. Pleasure to meet you both." I speak as a smile crawls up onto my face.
"I'm Watson, John Watson and that man there is Sherlock Holmes."
The grin never leaving my lips I smile as Martha walks into the room as I take a sip of my tea I smile at Martha.
"I'll take it."
"Take what deary?" She replies confused at the conversation randomly changing.
John and Sherlock both look at me as John and I burst out laughing, a small smile gracing Sherlock's lips, corners upturned with a clueless Martha shaking her head and walking out of the flat with a smile saying something about not being their house keeper.
