lost in search of sherlock and watson | INACTIVE

[missmary]

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Mary Morstan could not believe how much larger New York seemed than London. Yes, London was in fact larger but New York just seemed bigger. Especially when you didn't know where do go. She was looking for Sherlock Holmes (or as she liked to think of him "No Shit Sherlock" because she did not like him very much...even if she was going to try to get along with him for Jay's sake) and Jay Watson. Why look for someone she couldn't stand? Where Holmes was, Jay couldn't be too far away as Mary thought.

Miss Morstan looked both ways before making her way into a park. It didn't look all that large and she thought she could cut through it. She was walking for quite some time...and it was then she realized it was a MUCH larger park than she thought. She was also undoubtedly lost. Oh, damn the English girl thought as she continued to walk, I'm really lost now, aren't I? She was lost in New York to begin with but now it was ten times worse.

Everything was so green in Central Park. She discovered that's where she was when she passed a sign for the carousel in the park. Isn't there any way out of her? She signed and stopped for a minute, looking around. She then, without looking, started to walk again and bumped into someone. "I am terribly sorry." the blonde British girl apologized, "Are you all right?"

[IRENE ADLER]

Irene looked around, a woman had bumped into her. A smile crossing her delicate features, her head cocked suddenly and looked at the hot dog she was holding. God ,she did have to admit the woman seemed completely lost and did not know her way around the city at all. This was a rare opportunity for miss Adler indeed , it either meant one she had bumped into a possible victim and could rob her senseless. Or 2 she could be on her best behavior and actually cooperate with the woman. Shifting her head ,she started to see a bum and walked over toward the woman who was holding out her hand and handed her the hot dog.

Walking away quickly, she returned to the woman and smiled a simple smile clasping her hands on her back as she waved one of them in front of the womans face. "Oh its alright dear, you seem new in town." she told the girl , moving her free hand to her neck as she rubbed it. She was curious to know if she was looking odd to the woman, and if she did well it was not really her fault at all. She was just being normal, or acting as normal as she could without showing the subtle hints that she wanted to rob the woman senseless.

But then again her experience with Hector Tomei had showed her something, that 1 she should also be calm when she met new people and 2not be so distasteful and pick on people who were in reality hurting and feeling as bad. She always gloated and felt the best when they looked desperate, but the memory quickly made her get goosebumps and purse her lips. When she heard the thick British accent, she only giggled, "Well love you bumped into the right lass .. might I ask what and who are you looking for" she asked the lovely skinny woman.This was indeed something very unusual ,since she had not met any man or woman who was English except her little troupe that was Holmes and Watson , but even then she knew that three of them really did not get along with her.

But no matter she would help the woman, with the simple task she needed . "What be your name love" she said , and turned around shifting her head from side to side wondering if what she was doing was alright. It was a very unusual thing to see this new attitude in her, but what surprised her more was that she was being kind.

[missmary]

"Oh its alright dear, you seem new in town." This woman seemed rather odd to Mary but maybe this is how people were in New York. She wasn't in any position to judge, since she'd just arrived there from London. "Oh...well, yes," she told, "Yes, I am. Just came from London." She for some reason this woman seemed very familar to her. She wasn't sure where. Maybe she saw her somewhere. "That was nice, what you did for that lady over there." she said, nodding towards that bum.

"Well love you bumped into the right lass .. might I ask what and who are you looking for" Maybe this woman could help me... Mary thought. "Maybe you could help me, miss." she said, "Do you know a Sherlock Holmes? I'm actually looking for his friend John Watson but they're usually together so..." She seemed like she may know him. Even if she didn't it was better to ask instead of just wandering around the park like an idiot all day.

"What be your name love" Mary mentally smacked herself for not introducing herself. "Oh sorry," she said, "I'm Mary, Mary Morstan. And you are?"

((OOC: sorry it's kinda short....hope you'll forgive me XD))

[IRENE ADLER]

contraryspected her nails, while she heard the woman indeed admit that she was lost and was in search of something. When she said that something it made her eyes grow a little wide, and bit her lips as she wondered how in the world was this woman after that duo. Why in the hell would she want the services of them.

But then she could always convince the woman that she was better at handling the troubles that she was facing. She could very well complete her problems, rather than those two. Yet she seemed also a little familiar in her eyes. Why was that ,she could not really picture it in her head but it was there. But then when she heard her name “Mary , Mary Morstan “ it was just to bloody good to be true.

Irene felt a wave of excitement hit her, her tongue peering out as she licked her lower lip and stared at the woman that was in front of her. So this was she , she meaning the woman that was the lady love of Holmes assistant. At the same time she could not really picture herself standing before her, this was pure luck indeed and she was lost all the more reason to visit the gallant Watson and her ogle boggle Holmes.

But ,did the woman not know who she was ,were was she seen and who was she. She must have seen her by one of the portraits that was lying around the home. That was for sure , since the lady seemed to recognize her but could not put quite well were she was .

“Well aren't you just lucky to be meeting me miss Mary quite contrary” she said ,smirking and crossing her arms as she started to stroll away, but stopped when she heard the woman ask what he name was. A giggle escaping her as she brushed her hair away, turned around and cocked her head sticking out her tongue slightly at the girl. “ Well, well, Irene Adler.” she whispered and crossed her arms to her back ,leaning on her leg as she waited forreactionion from the girl.

She wondered if the lady in question was going to freak out on her ,or blame her for all the nasty things she had done to Watson as well as loosing his mind at times. Not that it mattered much to her , but Jay and she were not on the best of terms at all, and because she knew quite well that this woman was actually causing her love a little bit of trouble.

But no matter, she would help tweeeee thing and actually lead her straight to Holmie and Watson. Though in all accounts, she really did notice that the woman needed to actually change her littghettotto. She hated the pants and the shirt. The woman needed something a little bit of more exposed to impress her man. Also she wanted to shock the living daylights out of the man who was JWatsonson , he would never stand that the woman was dressed in such a way that winappropriateate.

Just look at her, she was wearing a latex suit that was sweaty due to the hot sun. But no matter what it was her signature piece in all her clothing. She would indulge her wallet with a few trinkets, and maybe even some for deMaryary and high heels oh god they would need to get lots and lots of high heels.

[missmary]

“Well aren't you just lucky to be meeting me miss Mary quite contrary” No one had called her "Miss Mary quite contrary" since she was a little girl. "Who says I'm contary?" she asked. She didn't think she seemed like a contary person. She was just looking for her boyfriend and where Holmes was, John Watson wasn't too far away. If this slightly strange lady could help her find John Watson, that'd be just great.

“ Well, well, Irene Adler.” That name sounded SO familar to Mary. Where had she heard it before...then it clicked. "Oh," she said, "...You're not Holmes girl are you?" She was curious if it was the same Irene Adler she had heard mentioned by Holmes before her left for New York.

Mary wondered what she was wearing. It was rather warm out and Miss Irene Adler was in what appeared to be a latex suit. "Umm..." she asked, "What are you wearing...? Isn't it a little warm?"

((OOC: sorry this is slightly short. Had one of those no idea what to say moments but I had time to post XD))

[IRENE ADLER]

Irene could only chuckle, she heard the girl ask if she was Holmes girl. What other girl did he ever have, except if she did not know of some mysterious lady he had dated. But then again when was she ever asked that question, it was new fresh to her palate.

It had been such a long time since she was asked, she forgot how questions were. It was always orders in her life, orders and running. Though , she must say when she heard the girl ask her it made her happy. No other girl could really fit her shoes for her Holmes, it was either her or none at all .

But then , what would she know of women, women especially that Holmes had or did have. Since their breakup,yet now she wanted nothing to do else but to plunge back and go man hunting that fellow. Yet noticing the girl ask her if what she was wearing was rather warm , she only laughed and covered her mouth.


Wondering if the girl had worn anything like that, " Of course its hot, but it helps to keep the weight down"she said bitting her tongue. " We should ... Get you one" she let her words flow out, it was only a suggestion. An really men went gaga over such suits. It was sexy, feminine, smart, outline your curves, was a great workout outfit, and it was elastic best part of all.


and leave them in a mush just so that they could actually pick up the pieces and transform the man whoever she wanted and in which way she wanted. "No its not, and of course its warm but we need to find you something else, and yes I am well his ex "she told correcting the woman of the term Sherlock Holmes girl but either way she must say she loved every little bit of fun that this girl had.

"Oh and I am his girl , just his ex." she said , answering her question a little late. But either way she had answered it, and now looking at her victim she could only tell that she would need the extra baggage of clothes. Something sexy, while at the same time sporting her conservative side.

Oh and also, get her a latex cat suit so that she could sport around the home to reel that man in. Would you mind a change of clothes" she asked. curious as she started to take out her wallets that she had stolen and shuffled through credit cards.

Then again would she really trouble herself at all, did she want to actually buy the girl some clothes. Would she accept them, would she wear them. That was the thing that she wanted to know, it would make her all giddy if she did receive the answer as a yes, rather than a no.

To actually buy the girl some clothes , and now have them worn was a waste. But she also was new in New York. It did cost quite a penny clothes, but in all truth it was up to her to decide, after all she had learned her lesson well about interfering in other peoples affairs.