**Sherlock Holmes Try-Outs**

[Dr. John Watson]

Alrighty, considering Sherlock Holmes is the main character who is the center of our plot, we are looking for someone who can portray him accurately, IC and follow some particular guidelines. Up for the challenge?

• Sherlock Holmes
  Important Info;
  - try-out required before application [check]
  - must be able to exceed 600 word count limit
  - must be IC at. all. times. This cannot be stressed enough and we will be merciless in refusing people.
  - PB ----- Robert Downey Jr.
  Literacy Level Required;
  - intermediate to advanced
  Other Requirements;
  - must have read all/most of the original books
  - must have a firm grasp of the books and movie
  - must have proper spelling and grammar **
  

Here's how it's going to work. You will be given three prompts to chose from and must write an rp sample over 600 words from that prompt. Once you are fully satisfied with your sample, post below and our staff will review it. More than one member may apply and everyone is encouraged to do so. If you are accepted, you will then be allowed to start an application form and no rp sample will then be necessary. Thank you and Good Luck!


Prompts;

1.) A large issue Holmes must deal with is Watson's leave after marriage. He is evidently not at all pleased and rather depressed if one may go to the lengths of saying such. How will your Holmes deal with it? What does he feel, how does he act, what is he doing? Write a reflection of these feelings and the actions you would portray if the character of Holmes was granted to you.

2.) Another ideal aspect of Holmes' character is his masterful skill to deduce the slightest of things from the most minute details. A large, bulky man - say not shorter than six feet - approaches Holmes and asks for him to demonstrate his infamous skills. How will you attempt to go about his dealing with this? Is your Holmes willing? Skeptical? What does he say? How descriptive are you?

3.) Lastly, and possibly trickiest of all people to rp Holmes with, is Miss Irene Adler. Say Holmes spots her walking along a busy London street. Miss Adler has taken no note whatsoever and is seemingly busy with her task. What will Holmes do? Approach? Scrutinize from afar? What are the notoriously unfeeling detective’s thoughts on Miss Adler?

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[Sherlock Holmes]

1.) A large issue Holmes must deal with is Watson's leave after marriage. He is evidently not at all pleased and rather depressed if one may go to the lengths of saying such. How will your Holmes deal with it? What does he feel, how does he act, what is he doing? Write a reflection of these feelings and the actions you would portray if the character of Holmes was granted to you.

‘Well this would just not do...’ Holmes was lounging in his armchair, violin hanging limply from his fingers, bow twirling slowly through the air. His eyes fixed on the ceiling where a fly was flying around, landing, flying off again before returning to the same place, and flying in and out of his vision. ‘Interesting’ he thought, how something so mundane could perplex even a brain such as his at a time of such pitiable intellectual activity. It was hardly his fault however, he was not the one who ran off and entered into the ridiculous tradition that was holy matrimony... ‘Hardly anything holy about it’ he thought bitterly... it was a completely selfish move on Watson’s part. And despite having given him his blessing... of sorts... Holmes still hadn’t truly forgiven his companion for his treachery.

He could feel the cocaine running through his veins, the only thing that kept his brain still when he was not employed on a case. This dally into the world of narcotics however, had more to do with the fact that Holmes knew Watson hated his drug habit more than almost all his other flaws. Call him childish, but now that Watson had seen fit to run of with that, that... woman! He could do what he pleased, and pleased he did it! He did not need anyone, he was Sherlock Holmes! A man of logic and deduction, he needed no one but crime and his considerable reasoning skills. He did not, after all, bother with such troublesome things as love and emotions, no not him! So he hardly saw why he should need Watson at all... in fact he didn’t, he was quite fine without them thank you!

Of course, it had only been a few days and already he was missing his companion more than he was willing to admit to himself. He kept himself so doped up that he could not tell you what day of the week it was, and anyone who called upon him was turned away by a very irritated and vocal Mrs Hudson. He barely trusted her as it was, he had not yet moved on from the ‘absences’ she claimed to know nothing about. So why would he listen to her when she ranted about needing to get out of the house and not becoming a hermit. He was hardly a hermit! Thank you very much Nanny, he merely had no time to grace the world with his presence. After all, it held absolutely no interest for him at all. None what so ever, every case that was presented to him was insulting in its ordinariness and simplicity. There was nothing of interested anywhere in the world for him. Not to mention he had more than enough on his plate, what with not missing Watson and not thinking bitterly about the woman. He wondered briefly how long this marriage would last before his companion came crawling back to their rooms and was at his side once more. After all it was hardly the first time Watson had left him to marry another... and yet he always returned when the affair ended. Yes, he would be back, Holmes would wait. He would hardly be patient about it, it was not one of his many and varied virtues to be patient when faced with idiocy, which he strongly believed marriage to be.

He would do his best though, and with that thought, he finished watching the fly on the ceiling and dragged his lithe frame from the armchair, putting aside his violin to go in search of some fresh cocaine, as the previous inoculation was beginning to wear off, and that just would not do, not at all!

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3.) Lastly, and possibly trickiest of all people to rp Holmes with, is Miss Irene Adler. Say Holmes spots her walking along a busy London street. Miss Adler has taken no note whatsoever and is seemingly busy with her task. What will Holmes do? Approach? Scrutinize from afar? What are the notoriously unfeeling detective’s thoughts on Miss Adler?


Another day had come and gone and back again for the detective with Watson gone the house seemed much smaller. While the nanny had made him leave out into the street while she "cleaned" bah she was probably moving his things around so Holmes would have to once again find them. The rent would not pay itself so perhaps a short trip to the fights was in order make a bet for Watson of course...... oh never mind. The smell of chickens had taken to his nose, Holmes had come to the lower areas of London in his musings, interesting. Something out of the corner of his eye, no it could not be, not here of all places this was not her usual type of haunt at least not when she's enticing lords and kings..

Sherlock whipped behind a cart going by and then to the wall to watch her, the one Irene Adler, the only one to ever best him. With her auburn hair tied up to show off her ahem fine face. The woman was wearing her pink dress just like the one she wore a couple months ago during the Blackwood incident, fascinating, but what was she doing down here, he had seen her leave himself. She had seemed not to be content with leaving for now till The Professor had been caught with his organization which Holmes was more then willing for her to leave for that. No ring either must still be in between husbands for her trip back to London, she was most definitely here for a man so something else must have caught her eye.

Not wanting to be seen Holmes stayed behind her, back enough not to be noticed for now. I better change he thought to himself looking for something else to wear and quickly. She went down an alley to his left was another alley in between buildings with a wet coat hanging off of the line. It was obviously for a man, who seemed to smoke a pipe when he was drunk because of the burnt holes on the pockets and tears on it as well for falling down while to drunk to walk upright. Also the one who set this out to dry was not a loving family member on the way it was thrown upon the rope, who put this up here was most unhappy with the coat, either a wife or daughter, because of anyone who lived in this area could not afford a nanny.

Holmes threw off his own jacket and grabbed that one on the rope while hanging his own on the line. He went down the alley which he knew met up with the woman's route not to mention a man sat to the side of the alley obviously on hard times anyone could see that but he had a hat and a scarf he could use to blend in more, yes they would do nicely. With a brisk walk to the man and a few words later one drap and wet coachman hat and a very interesting colored scarf with blues and blacks all together like the one who sewed had run out of black and used blue.

The alleys became one and there she was not to far ahead this time he got a better look at her face. The woman seemed focused on something as if she belonged, no wonder the vagabonds had not tried to stop her yet. Holmes readjusted the scarf to cover up the lower part of his face, best he could on such short notice he feared. Yes the woman eclipsed and predominated the whole of her sex of course but ahem it was not that the detective had other feelings for her then to study her methods nothing else or that is what he told himself as he followed her down into the depths of London's seedy underworld. Sherlock was going to all of this trouble just to see why she came back nothing else he told himself. Except it felt almost like Watson was on his shoulder chiding him for doing this going after the woman, the thief was he really a masochist, but now was not the time for such thoughts.

He leaned around the corner to see where she had gone next to find a dead end. The detective's face contorted into a look of confusion at what he had seen. With a look both ways he entered the dead end, perhaps she had entered a side door into one of the buildings. A look at the ground, he could not identify the steps where she had gone, since she had read his paper on footprints and crime scenes, brilliant woman. One of the doors had been left open, odd and Holmes entered slowly and quietly to get a good view of the case at hand. Sticking to the shadows of what seemed to be a warehouse with crates and barrels with a smell of gunpowder obviously for the warships on the wharf, storing area then. The detective looked around the room but it seemed to be empty so far no one on the upper floors from where he could see and no one on this one. Which Holmes then heard a thud behind him and that laugh, her laugh behind him as his eyes closed while a look of defeat was upon his face.

As he turned to see her with that laugh and that winning look she had over him as Holmes eyed her with a gruff look. "Miss Adler I presume or are you otherwise engaged," Sherlock nonchalantly questioned.

[Dr. John Watson]

CLOSED !