Name: John Watson
Age: 26
Gender/Pronouns: He/Him, trans ftm
Orientation: Queer, doesn't put a label on it
Appearance: John is one bear of a man, standing at 6 foot with a bit of chub rounding out his figure. He's very huggable ^^. He looks quite scary, but in all honesty would rather use his strength to pick up Sherlock to get them out of stupid situations. His hair is a sandy blond and his face is dotted with freckles, he's essentially the fandom version of Martin Blackwood.
Personality: A bit timid and soft-spoken, but very stubborn when it's about something that affects his friends. He's a bit of a pushover and very kind, he is however, very insistent about mental health and physical health.
Backstory: He was a war doctor, got discharged due to an injury which led to his leg getting amputated. He met Sherlock whilst looking for a place to stay that wasn't his sisters.
Other: He has a prosthetic for his leg and a very shoddy one for his left pinky.
AHHH I LOVE HIMS. HUSBAND MATERIAL. Is he still going to have a military background like he did in the original stories or…?
Oh wait you already put that in sorry im stupid.
hjksdhkwiakj it's okay
he is,,,, husband
I will propose to him with a dramatic villain song like disney villains do to their mooks.
You don't get context for that.
The town was set up on just the cusp of the Everglades, where deep marshes and tall trees that blocked out all light would keep your vision and senses overwhelmed with nothing. If you stepped in the wrong place, you'd trip, get tangled in vines, and likely drown. Many children died this way, and even some adults. But this was a strange town too, one that you didn't visit just to see family. Mostly because nobody had family outside this little village, many people lived and died here. It was the perfect places for secrets to hide, and people to as well. It was a place with a bad history, and furthering that… a very bad reputation.
A young woman stared at the portrait on the wall, a beautiful man with half-parted lips, shaggy gold hair that fell in his bright sky blue eyes, and a strange expression on his face, one that captivated as much as it engaged oneself in deep thought. The woman was hardly thinking, however. She picked up the knife, tossing it between hands and staring intently. "Soon enough, beloved. We'll find a way, you and I." she smiled. She could swear the picture was even winking at her, with a spark in it's eye that gave it a dreamlike quality. "Soon, yes, soon. We will both break free from this prison."
Meanwhile, the cab driver was taking John Watson and Sherlock Holmes to their destination. "It's a town called Godforsaken, small place, tight knit. Strange people, but nice enough. I just hate to see what's happening to it." he frowned. "Why are you traveling there, anyways?"
here's my first post, feel free to jump off of it as you like.
(bold of you to assume I have the mental capacity to go first)
(Yeah, but consider: I already went first lol. Also I'm bored and need Content.)
(onion Idk what to writeeeeeeeeeeeee, why write when I could wait for Ice and do my work /hj)
(Reed I love him!!! Also bro if you wait for me you'll literally be waiting all day, I'm not going to be on bc I'm going to the state fair)
Is cool my dudes, we can start tomorrow!
(that'd be great, I don't have the brain power lol)
(yo would anyone be upset if I threw up a post rn? I realized I probably won't be on tomorrow, I have work and a friend is throwing a party so I might not be on like. At all lmao)
(No problem! Do what you want to do, dude!)
(alright! Gonna do one then)
Sherlock was seated quietly in the back of the cab, wearing dark slacks and a white button up, and a pair of red suspenders. Their hair was combed back from their face, and at the man's question, they turned their attention from the window to the driver. "We had heard of a mystery going on around here. Disappearances, deaths, the like. I am a detective, and I wanted to see if I could be of any help." He replied, voice carrying the faint trace of an accent that seemed British, but could easily have been upperclass East Coast. Either way, it was definitely out of place for this area, and gave them a strange, foreign air that they often found was a hindrance. People didn't like spilling their stories to someone who talked like they were from "over there", and Sherlock had learned how to hide his accent if and when they needed to, in order for people to trust him more.
(Honestly I wanna keep this scene going but I don't wanna leave Reed behind, so maybe we could say fuck the posting order but only go like six posts each beyond when each person last posted that's gone for now? Idk I'm just impatient and feel the need to write some shit.)
(hmmm I mean I'd be fine with that?)
(Okay! Then I will post my bullshit!)
(so like we each get three replies and then we wait?)
"Well, we're here. Detective you say? Good luck. Not from here, but from what I do know the people are superstitious as all hell. If I'm not mixing metaphors, that is." the cab driver said, stopping the car at the edge of some docks. "Don't sit here all day now. But, if you have any questions, I'd be happy to oblige… for a small fee. Not money. But… well, my daughter married a chap from here. Donna West, her name is. Troubled girl who only wanted to get away from me and her Mama. I want you to at least try to talk to her." the cab driver wrinkled his unibrow in shame.
(makes sense! Also I filled out Sherlock's history)
Sherlock nodded a little, paying the driver for the ride. "I see. I shall do my best to speak with her. I do have some questions I should like to ask you." They considered for a moment. "What, precisely, have you heard about Godforsaken? Are there any rumors of why people disappear like they do?" They did not want to overwhelm the driver with too many questions, and so simply stuck to the two for now, straightening their sleeve cuffs and their collar, and adjusting their suspenders.
(Aww! Poor baby!)
"Alligators, drowning, sometimes falling out of a tree usually. But nothing like this. Some people say it's a cult, or a serial killer, but some people have claimed to see their loved ones shulking through the trees, mad out of their minds. I think it's a government experiment, people being drugged and set loose." the cab driver said.
