strange behaviour

[bitofafiction]

Characters: Sherlock Holmes and YOU
Format: prose preferred, please ♥
This log is: open!
Location: Out and about on the grounds
Summary: Sherry Holmes counts trees.
Warnings: none at the time of posting

He starts by the main entrance, at the southernmost point of the elongated hexagon that makes up the grounds, and moves clockwise. Every time he sees a tree, he not only notes it down in his pocket notebook but walks up to it and puts his hand against the trunk, as though to confirm it is real.

Last night he slept reasonably well on the roof of White dorm. He knows he can't count on that, but for now he is grateful not to have started back down the inevitable spiral of sleep deprivation and paranoia just yet. He looks serene and well-rested, which only invites the question of what the hell he is doing to all those trees.

Comments

[choseanidiot]

Enki had simply been sitting under a tree at the edge of the small forest, trying to relax. But when the reason for relaxing was missing a vital part of both your relationships and your protections, and they were simply not coming back, this was hard to do.

Especially with a young man slowly working himself in Enki's direction being... curious.

"What. Are you doing?" Enki finally asks after the boy has passed him, opening his eyes to have a better look. While the tone is rather demanding, it's not particuarly rude, somehow more inquisitive.

[formerly_known_as_prince]

Utena's not doing much of anything, just wandering in a semi-purposeful way, taking in the space. The architecture's certainly familiar.

A guy noting down and touching the trees. Certainly her last school had weirder things in it. But she does feel compelled to ask.

Bookbinder held over her shoulder, she cocks her head at the stranger.

"Excuse me, what are you doing?" It's not said in an accusatory way, but genuinely curious.

Hi there 8D

[eidetic]

Reid was leaning on a birch, reading the Exaclan handbook. It was obvious that was what he was doing, because he was running his finger down the page incredibly rapidly, turning the page, and continuing. He clearly just got started, and it wouldn't take long for him to finish. He had a notebook with him too, but it sat neglected in the grass. He needed a whiteboard. But until the classrooms were no longer in use for the day, he would have to make do.

He took no notice of Sherlock, and probably wouldn't until he came very close.