more violin antics

[bitofafiction]

Characters: Sherry Holmes, whoever else
Format: prose
This log is: open
Location: White dorm and surrounding area
Summary: Sherry plays the violin. Obnoxiously. Again.

In all the time that Sherlock Holmes has been at this institution, not once has anyone caught him sleeping in his dorm room. He does it only when no one else is there. If that becomes impractical, he goes without or finds himself a nice quiet roof.

More and more often, however, he can be found sitting at the open window of White 1-B playing the violin. Once in a while it's a genuine violin solo, composed as such by someone who died before 1950, but the majority of his material is a little more recent. He seems determined to adapt the entire musical repertoire of the classic rock era to his chosen instrument. Pink Floyd is a particular favourite.

Comments

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"I assure you that there are."

He closes his eyes and plays a long, quiet note.

[imperceptible]

For a moment, Kevin merely watched him slide the bow across the strings before swinging his legs off the bed in order to get a better look.

"Why do you play that anyway?"

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Sherlock does not yet open his eyes.

"This instrument or this music? In both cases, because I enjoy it."

The note ends. He pauses in his playing.

[imperceptible]

"That's it?" Kevin asked with a look of something akin to disappointment flashing across his face. He supposed that made sense, why have a hobby if you didn't enjoy it? And yet...

He scowled and shook his head lightly. It wouldn't matter if he remembered why he played tennis, even if his roommate helped him figure it out, he'd only forget it later.

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"Well." He smiles, opening his eyes and looking over at Kevin. "Yes and no. The other reason I play the violin is because I am Sherlock Holmes."

[imperceptible]

"Sherlock Holmes?" Kevin paused for a moment, running the name over in his mind. It was familiar, that was certain, but more in a 'I think I've heard of that,' rather than the name of an acquaintance.

Only after a moment did it click.

"You were named after that detective?"

[bitofafiction]

"I am. It suits me admirably."

[imperceptible]

"... you say so." There... really wasn't much he could say to that.

No, really, what did you say to someone who was named after a famous detective and seemed to be modeling his life after said detective? His parents had to be a really interesting couple.

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Sherlock laughs.

"Public opinion is that I am insane, of course, but I've never let it stop me."

[imperceptible]

"Cause you're imitating the guy you were named after? That's definitely weird but not insane." Kevin replied, raising an eyebrow. As he took a seat on the edge of his bed, the manual definitely forgotten now, the blond continued to give Sherlock a strange look.

[bitofafiction]

"What a refreshing take on the matter. Thank you."

[imperceptible]

"... you don't really have to thank me for that, y'know."

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"No?" He raises his eyebrows, smiling slightly. "Well, I choose to regardless."

[imperceptible]

That got a smile out of him.

"Fair enough."

[bitofafiction]

Sherlock's smile widens just a touch.