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.

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"No."

The bed he's closest to is the one not yet claimed; his own is just beyond that, and looks just as untouched.

"It is music, my music, and I will continue to play it."

[monkeystail]

"... Why?" Because in Huashi's mind, why would he want to continue to play music that wasn't music? She frowned severely at the offending violin.

"What is that, anyway." It wasn't exactly a question, but she didn't know what it was, either.

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"The instrument? A violin."

[monkeystail]

She had never heard of a 'violin', so she wasn't sure she wanted to admit it was an instrument.

Of course, maybe it was from... Where had they been travelling to, anyway? With an outraged mental gasp, Huashi realized that, too, had been taken. But at least it wasn't as horrible as some of the other things.

"Where is it from?" She was starting to get curious, but was still standing in the doorway. It wouldn't do to trust that man.

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"Italy, predominantly."

[monkeystail]

Italy? Where was that? She didn't recognize that at all, but she wasn't going to ask for clarification. Not from someone who played not-music with an instrument that could just as well come from a place he just made up!

"Okay. That's still not music," Huashi said with a sniff and was about to leave, before a faint reminder of the manners Xuanzang was trying to instill in her inconveniently reared its head. so she turned around and stared at Sherry.

"Thanks for your time." She didn't sound particularly 'thankful', really, or apologetic for insulting him for that matter. But, she'd done her duty, and Xuanzang couldn't say she hadn't been practicing her 'manners' while gone!

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"You're very welcome," he says, smiling.