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monkeybard) wrote2012-04-23 06:53 pm
monkeybard) wrote2012-04-23 06:53 pm
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Soft lob...
Got the call from methylviolet10b, so here's my next swing.
Round 1 here.
Round 2 here.
Round 3 here.
4. Late Nights
John, however, could already hear the comedians. When this news broke, the hosts of the telly late-nights would be all over it for their opening monologues.
“What?” Anderson demanded scornfully. “What sort of sick bastard paints dead people’s faces to look like mimes?”
Lestrade shot him a shut-the-hell-up glance. Sherlock ignored him, as usual, and turned his gaze on John. “Come here. Tell me what you observe.”
John knelt beside the first corpse, avoiding the pooled blood that hadn’t quite dried. Skipping the obvious--male, mid-thirties, slit throat--he looked closer. He didn’t see anything unusual, but he smelled:
“Honeysuckle?”
Round 1 here.
Round 2 here.
Round 3 here.
4. Late Nights
John, however, could already hear the comedians. When this news broke, the hosts of the telly late-nights would be all over it for their opening monologues.
“What?” Anderson demanded scornfully. “What sort of sick bastard paints dead people’s faces to look like mimes?”
Lestrade shot him a shut-the-hell-up glance. Sherlock ignored him, as usual, and turned his gaze on John. “Come here. Tell me what you observe.”
John knelt beside the first corpse, avoiding the pooled blood that hadn’t quite dried. Skipping the obvious--male, mid-thirties, slit throat--he looked closer. He didn’t see anything unusual, but he smelled:
“Honeysuckle?”
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