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entranceway2012-03-05 09:46 pm
was_a_soldier) wrote in entranceway2012-03-05 09:46 pm
[Video] Entry 001
[The camera flickers on, revealing John sitting up from being sprawled on the ground, holding his head. He groans, hissing to himself. From the grass around him, it looks like he's on the front lawn of the mansion. When he finally peeks through his fingers, the doctor notices the camera--likely his phone. He reaches for it, looking slightly perplexed when he realizes it's recording video--technology was never really his strong suit. He glances around, and when it's obvious he sees nothing familiar, he holds up the camera properly, looking into it with confusion, but resolve.]
This is John Watson, speaking. I'm currently in an unknown area and any sort of information would be... wonderful, thank you.
[The hinting of his military background dissolves slightly at the end of his request, and he gnaws at his lower lip as he observes his surroundings once more. Running a hand through his cropped hair, he mutters to himself;]
Well, one thing's for sure, this certainly isn't London...
[He then snorts in a self deprecating manner.]
Of course it isn't, John. Obvious deduction.
[He's speaking as if mimicking someone else chiding him, but the line of his mouth and the expression in his eyes is fond, if a bit sad, as he looks off. After a moment he remembers he's still on video. Clearing his throat, he fumbles with the phone uselessly a couple of times until the transmission finally shuts off.]
This is John Watson, speaking. I'm currently in an unknown area and any sort of information would be... wonderful, thank you.
[The hinting of his military background dissolves slightly at the end of his request, and he gnaws at his lower lip as he observes his surroundings once more. Running a hand through his cropped hair, he mutters to himself;]
Well, one thing's for sure, this certainly isn't London...
[He then snorts in a self deprecating manner.]
Of course it isn't, John. Obvious deduction.
[He's speaking as if mimicking someone else chiding him, but the line of his mouth and the expression in his eyes is fond, if a bit sad, as he looks off. After a moment he remembers he's still on video. Clearing his throat, he fumbles with the phone uselessly a couple of times until the transmission finally shuts off.]
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No! No... I'm sorry, Naoto. Discussing this with you is very helpful. I just got lost in my thoughts for a moment there. Forgive me.
[He rubs the back of his neck, looking rather ashamed of himself.]
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It's okay. This can be a lot to take in. I found holing up in the library to be helpful. Regardless, it makes sense that you would want time to let everything sink in.
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[Series of revelations Sherlock 'gifted' him with as he first arrived: Sherlock is alive, but actually isn't, he won't remember his time here with Sherlock when he goes back to his world, the world they're trapped in is full of magic, in said world they can die 5 times, AND they're apparently characters from fictional stories from the 1800s according to a majority of the other residents in Wonderland. All this over one cup of tea.]
...You know, you kind of talk similarly to him. The way you phrase things, at least.
[John can't resist a small laugh.]
But you have far more tact--it's refreshing.
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You think so? I've often been told the opposite before now.