#elizabethsmithx

[snipersmoran-archive]

elizabethsmithx

xopportunistic

elizabetasmith

extergiitus

'Evening, Miss. Something I can help you with?

[buzzsparker]

Out of Town

//To those of whom are currently roleplaying with me, I find it necessary that I should say this. I'm getting out of town for a while. I don't know how long. I won't be able to reply until I'm back.

[criminalsandtea]

elizabethsmithx

icecoldelsaofarendelle

jackroyce

lisamoriartytodd

nursejoannamccoy

"Let's just get this over with. State your name and the reason behind your visit. Quick, please, I don't have all day." He let out a deep sigh, looking at the person that had just walked into his office. He tapped his pen against his lip, rolling his eyes. "I said quick."

[thesassierholmes]

“Elizabeth. Thank you for taking the time out of your, ah, busy schedule to meet with me. I know how much you’ve had...on your plate...recently. We’re going to need to send you back out into the field, away from Baker Street. I presume you’ve heard about our...resurrected friend?”

[ever-the-addict]

"We might as well go out with a bang."

say one of the following to my muse to see how they react (innuendo version)

"Well, if that timer is accurate, we have about 37 seconds to wait until we go out with a bang."

[theconsultingjunkie]

[text]: Sherlock, come home please. -ES [text]: I need your help. -ES [text]: Please, they're coming -ES

[text] Why? - SH[text] Wait! Who's coming? - SH[text] What kind of help? - SH[text] Fine. I'm on my way. - SH

[buzzsparker]

A New Case

Layers. That was what the walls of 221b all consisted of. Of course, this seemed more than obvious to Sherlock's mind, but being able to see that was another fact entirely. He had been blowing holes in the wall – again. Sure, it probably wasn't all that of an inconspicuous thing to do, given the circumstances of his recently returned exile. True, it didn't entirely count – with him being out of the country for less than five minutes. Picking up a flimsy folder of cold-cases that Mycroft had dropped off during the drugs bust; they were now coming in very useful in aiding his boredom. Never making a habit of locking the front door of his flat, he then looked up at the figure that stood at his doorway. “Morning,” He murmured, not even bothering to lift his head from the documentation, a chrome-plated fountain pen clamped between his teeth.

[thisismyhostage]

elizabethsmithx replied to your post “[[MOR][ so, yeah, i’m not exactly having a great time at the minute....”

i know i dont know you but im here for you if you need to talk

[thank you, darling. that means a lot to me <33]

[theconsultingjunkie]

✉

[text ; E.S] If you plan on coming home tonight. I suggest, you avoid the kitchen. - SH

[text ; E.S] If you can. - SH

[text ; E.S] I've destroyed it. - SH

[text ; E.S] You can't tell where it begins, or where it ends. - SH

[text ; E.S] I told you, I get bored, just be glad the flat is still in somewhat of one piece. - SH

[text ; E.S] You know, if I had a choice, I'd blow it up, but I don't think Mrs Hudson would appreciate that. In fact, I know she wouldn't. - SH

[text ; E.S] You have been warned. - SH