IC Prospective

[deducing_boredom]

Character: Sherlock Holmes
Mun: Elise
Plot specific: No

As I'm sure some of you know, school work is hardly engrossing. The tedium of a daily routine is surely not frustrating only to me. You all watch your Quiddich games and trade those frog cards to alleviate dullness. Personally, I find it is more engrossing to apply my mind to something of interest. Unfortunately, I find myself at the moment bereft of anything capable of holding my attention. Thus, I come to you all for possible subjects on which to focus myself.

If there are any inquiries please direct them at me. Nothing boring, please.

And before any of you ask, no. I will not do your homework for you. [The final sentence is added as a scribbled afterthought]

Comments

[deducing_boredom]

YES. [scribbles, but still legible]

Perhaps.

So you hope. Perhaps you're a bit desperate yourself. To get to me, to get my attention. You want me to have no choice but to look your way, to have nothing else that holds my interest but playing your little game.

However, you must know that for every taunt and threat that worms itself from your mouth my expectations raise higher. You know that I will get harder to distract and harder to impress.

[There is the smallest twitch of a smile on Sherlock's face.]

Do not disappoint me.

If that's the case, they can enjoy their detention.

[dearmesemtex]

I can read that. You are desperate. You're clawing at your journal, begging me to give you some distraction...~

But Sherly, I have your attention. I have you pawing at the gate, just waiting for me to start the race. It has already begun, you just don't realise it yet.

I know, and yet I persist in taunting you. Oh I must be ever so confident, mustn't I?

I should be telling you the same.

[deducing_boredom]

Begging is a hyperbole. I'm asking anyone [the line is heavy] to give me a distraction. Not just you. You were simply the only one bored enough to respond.

If it has already begun I have no reason to continue with this conversation.

You are either confident or equally desperate for a challenge. I'm leaning towards the latter.

It is not my job nor my concern to keep you entertained.

[dearmesemtex]

Yet you want a distraction that will last longer than five minutes. Not just anyone can give you that, you know.

You say such things now, but I can read between the lines. "Please, Jim, won't you fix it for me?"

You do have a reason to continue - if you bore me, I might decide to treat you in kind. No fun games for poor Sherly, oh dear.

You admit you are desperate, then.