Something unexpected |(Hamlet/open) FINISHED

[hamlet]

[Irene, I edited your post a bit as a reminder to be mindful of punctuation. Its still a bit difficult to read. When ever you end a thought, end it with a period (.) and not a comma (,)]

So she didn't get caught. Perfect. She was an expert in her craft. Harry glared at her for a lingering moment, sizing her up a bit and overthinking her response. Especially her--"What are you on about, lad?" question. Yes, what was he on about? I mean, her she was, walking with him after he caused a huge scene that will, for sure, be in the papers the next morning.

Hm. Maybe she's just as crazy as I'm pretending to me.

He broke his gaze and shook his head.

Am I even pretending anymore?

He grinned to himself, with no humor. I mean what else could he do but smile at this situation? About this mess he's gotten himself into?

He sighed heavily and said, "What am I on about...ha, you really have no idea." Then he asked something that he knew he would regret right when it escaped his lips. "What if I told you that I think you could be of help to me? I've met Sherlock myself, but I think...I think you might be better suited for the job."

[IRENE ADLER]

Irene smiled and stopped when she saw him start to confess a few things, as she just nipped her lower lip wondering what she was going to do about the little information he had given her, so he was in a plot much more deeper than what he had expected and he know needed her assistance.

Ok she could tell him things that maybe a little bit more useful to their relationship that they were going to start, but what if he did not accept or did not believe her at all about what she was going to tell him.

She was scared but Alas it needed to be done just to make things a little bit more close knit between the two, "Hmm now that you have told me that let me tell you something about me if I am suited for the job after I tell you about it of course." she started to say and brushed her hair a little.

How was she going to start to explain the intricate and complicated relationship of Irene Adler and Sherlock Holmes, oh this would be interesting none the less but were to begin she was wondering.

It was ever so hard to talk about that man, but she felt secured with Chandler, it was odd she never really talk to anybody about it, but now if she was going to work with Chandler well she had no option but to tell.

"I am in love with Sherlock Holmes and we were lovers so I guess I know more about the man who is sherlock holmes then anybody else, and I am not scared about what you want me to do . " she told him , adding to the fact of his previous statement, and was wondering what he was going to say to her.

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Harry paused when she did and looked at her, wondering if she would just walk away and continue doing her own thing at that point. What kind of woman was she? Was she the type that would think she had more important issues to worry about and she'd rather not take up his? Was she the type to milk the opportunity to its core for financial gain (Harry was used to this)? Would she rather not owe any favors? There were so many possibilities, and thinking about them made Harry regret this.

But then Irene revealed something that made Harry pause. She was in love with Holmes. In love. If he was going to get her involved with what he was planning to do, she couldn't have any attachment. Sherlock may be a hinderence rather than a help. No, she couldn't have attachments.

...but neither could he.

Ophelia.

Harry looked at Irene, hesitating for a moment. The thought of letting Ophelia go gutted him, even though he knew he would eventually. He swallowed hard, and said, almost in a daze, "I'm in love too. Her name...her name is Ophelia." Would he really have the guts to ask Irene to let go of Holmes for....this? For a hunch he had?

No.

"I can't do this." He breaking his gaze and rubbing his forehead, looking as if he was on the verge of mental breakdown. "I'm sorry for wasting your time. You dont need me here so, and I...I just met you so...I should go. Yes, that's what I should do. I'm just going to go now. Sorry." He started walking off in the opposite direction, hoping Irene wouldn't stop him.

[IRENE ADLER]

Irene noticed Harry start to stare at her, and then blurt out that he was in love as well after she had made her revelation about loving holme. The girl that he loved he had told her was named Ophelia how interesting and such a pretty name , she must have been a beautiful lady if he cared for her a lot.

This was a moment she liked and whatever was troubling him she would help him and take all the blame, it did not matter her own life , in fact she might learn something new from it and who knows change her personality to something better.

But him walking away was not going to do any justice to her curiosity at all, starting to walk she followed him and grabbed his jacket as she turned him around and sighed.

" You know its not helping me to not know whats up and what you want" she told him , putting on a serious face , as she was going to make him spit out whatever he needed help with.

" Oh about what you said Earlier about just meeting me, is that not the way I meet all my clients and You can leave everythig in my hands." she told him crossing her arms as she hoped that he would just spit out whatever was troubling him, she was growing tired of him keeping all the information.

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Harry was stopped by Irene as she grabbed his jacket and he turned around, looking at her with wide and confused eyes. Why did she care so much? Why did she stop him? He yanked away from her grip and his confused glare turned into an angry one.

"Look, I know you probably really want a client as rich as me. Its probably why you care about this so much and won't let me leave it alone. But I'm sure you'll find someone else. You're really good at what you do." He turned around to leave. But what if she was legit? What if she could really do this? What would he even tell her? That he saw his dead father in a dream? Really?

He changed his mind and turned back towards her. "And why should I even trust you? I know you claim you're strangers with all your clients but is that really a good thing? Because what I'm dealing with is something that the whole city could go up and arms about if it ever got out." That's providing that Harry wasn't really crazy and his uncle really did kill his father.

[IRENE ADLER]

Irene noticed him still trying to push her away , well she was not going to have any of that once she was intrigued on a job.

She would not back out of it, and no personal matter was going to get in the way not even as small as the fact that she was in love with sherlock holmes .

She would always stay 100 percent on what mattered, which was the job an doing things right and proper.

An what mattered most now was that she had to know what the hell was going on with this man, and what was so dangerous that he could not relly on some professionality from the other side of the coin.

If he suspected of murder of someone dear he loved then she was the perfect candidate, she had also lost someone dear to her a long time ago and had broken her heart an seeing him again only reawakened that spark.

But for now she could not really think about those times as he chandler a possible client had given her an explanation which she was not amused about and only made her sigh an saw him walk away, she was not going to stop him from walking away from her now everything from this point on did not matter since he had walked away.

But then all of a sudden he stopped and turned around asking her if she should ever trust her, well this was a hard question to awnser indeed.

She was in a spot were she could not be trusted or could be trusted yet with all her clients an people who knew her, she hoped she trasmitted a sense of trust but she guessed she had to give just a little bit of personal info.

" Ï was almost drowned in london , I was put in a bag an sunk me into the cold winter sea ,once they had gotten me out they needed to get me to a hospital I had neumonia ... an also had scars from the beating that my former bosses gave me " she said and slipped off a little the top of her shirt and showed him a scar.


It was not such a big scar or as red as before, but it always reminded her of that time , so she hoped with telling this little tale about her sordid past she could find at least a little bit of courage to actually trust her with the matter he was not the only one who had dark secrets hidden away in his closet.


Then she heard the next question as she only smiled , so he wanted to be friendly with her, well that was good an a first in her book she never really had a client who was a friend and she was rather excited about it.

"Then lets be friends an tell me man your troubles jeez" she told him an crossed her arms an started to wonder when he would make up his mind about hireing her if he was hireing her at all.

But if he was not she would also be fine with it, an cut all links an ties with this man and make sure that she never spoke to him again or have any relation with him ,an whoever would ask her if she knew Chandler well she could always lie it always worked and it was the best tactic to get out of trouble.


Although lying never really worked in some occasions, so how was she going to handle the current situation at all if she was going to feel bad about lying to some dumb fucks who did not give a care about who she met or who she knew.

It was al buisness or was it something more , god she was confusing herself a not so good thing in her point of view.

[hamlet]

Harry looked at her and listened to her story, understanding that she was opening up in order to win his trust. But Harry couldn't trust anyone. The story won his sympathies, but if he was right, he had to look out for himself and Ophelia and play this plan close to his chest. Besides, confessing that he was seeing visions of his dead father wasn't exactly something he was willing to admit.

But Harry couldn't pass up this opportunity, could he? Irene was a master criminal, she had a way of finding out information. Maybe...just maybe...

"I'm sorry about what happened to you," Harry admitted. He sighed heavily and scratched the back of his head, trying to decide what to do. "Look, I really can't tell you...right now. I, uh...I just need to figure things out."

He looked up at her, studied her, still trying to think about what to do with her. So much was on the line. But he needed help with this. And Irene seemed like more of a risk taker than Sherlock. "Listen," He reached in his pocket and pulled out one of his business cards, with his office location, phone number, and email. "You'll know where to find me. If you're still looking for a job later on...I might need you. I just...I just can't do this right now."

He still needed to think about this. He needed more time. "It was nice meeting you, Irene." Harry then walked away, looking down at the sidewalk, brooding.

Where will he go from here?

(Ok, i'm ending this thread, once i figure out where to go with my plot we'll pick this up You can end the thread with your post if you want.)

[IRENE ADLER]

Irene just noticed the Man called Chandler, say that he was sorry for what ha happened to her, an only smiled a little inocently. Yeah it had happened an there was nothing that she could really do to make it better, it was all in the past an it was meant to stay that way it did not have any importance anymore.

That was just something from her past life, it did not involve the woman she was now an the strangest thing was the way he looked at her, his eyes seemed curious yet he was lost an scared but of what that was what she wanted to know more of anything but it was all in a thin line of a possibility .

But seeing him turn around , he just started to walk away she sighed an ruffled her hair an started to button up her coat as she wondered if he would keep to his words about meeting again, an finally guetting to know what was up with all his stares an studies that he was giving her.

But alas all great misteries dissapeared in the wind , just like their owners or the ones who spilled the secret, she had to keep calm an wait that was it ,an nothing was going to change what fate had in store for her.
Especially with her an chandler,starting to walk she slowly made her evening walk through the streets an started to head home back to Archilbald.


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