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

[monkeystail]

The girl suddenly standing in the door to the room was holding a pillow, potentially making her look younger than she is. There's also a tail swinging back and forth behind her.

"That's not music," Huashi said with a frown, the statement more like an accusation. And well, it kind of is. Wujing played a flute, and they'd passed a town once where the lady of the house that they got to stay in had played pretty music.

So when she'd heard the first thing resembling music since being brought here, Huashi had detoured from her mission of getting Kotarou and her new bedclothes.

This. Was not music. She was very offended.

[warpwhatsir]

And here comes Hikaru, bag slung over his shoulder and looking a little less than happy with the world in general (but don't let that fool you, sometimes he's just deep in thought.) He stops, though, when he sees Sherlock in what is very clearly White 1-B. He blinks a few time, and then leans out the door to double check the dorm number.

Yup.

Huh.

[defender]

The sound of Shoujou's shoes against the hard tile floors echo down the hallways, so anyone in White 1-B should not be surprised when Shoujou rounds the corner -- and then pauses, hovering politely in the doorway.

"Violin?"

[imperceptible]

Unfortunately for Sherlock, Kevin wasn't exactly appreciative of his attempts at modern, classical music.

"You mind?" He demanded from where he sat on his bed, the exaclan manual laid out in front of him. He was barely a third through and the other wasn't helping matters. Nevermind that in Kevin's eyes, the only worthwhile music always included a guitar solo and a heavy bass.