forum P O T T E R L O C K (Open rp - looking for Moriarty, Lestrade, and Mycroft)

Started May 16, 2018 by Tessa D.

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(sorry if John's coming off a bit angry lol I just think that's how he would behave in this situation)

(And Sherlock is like, way to relaxed about it and is overly arrogant.)

(lol it's cool tho we're doin well)

John shook his head, running his fingers through his dirty blond hair. "I can't believe this. NO, his name is nOT GAVIN. IT'S GREG!" Sherlock pursed his lips.

"That's what he's calling himself these days. Greg. I'll try to remember that."

"Should we get up to the castle?"

John tucked his wand in the belt. "It's getting dark - maybe Moriarty's men have given up?"

"I think they would have." (Yeah that works)

John cautiously began inching towards the entrance, Sherlock close behind him.

(OH I KNOW

okay so John gets kidnapped and taken to a dungeon but sherlock makes it out and gets back to the castle to confront Jim. Jim gives him some sort of puzzle to solve, and then sherl finds john and we go from there…)

(OH I KNOW

okay so John gets kidnapped and taken to a dungeon but sherlock makes it out and gets back to the castle to confront Jim. Jim gives him some sort of puzzle to solve, and then sherl finds john and we go from there…)

Nah they should stick together

(OH I KNOW

okay so John gets kidnapped and taken to a dungeon but sherlock makes it out and gets back to the castle to confront Jim. Jim gives him some sort of puzzle to solve, and then sherl finds john and we go from there…)

Nah they should stick together

kay so like, they both get kidnapped?

(OH I KNOW

okay so John gets kidnapped and taken to a dungeon but sherlock makes it out and gets back to the castle to confront Jim. Jim gives him some sort of puzzle to solve, and then sherl finds john and we go from there…)

Nah they should stick together

kay so like, they both get kidnapped?

Yep.

Kidnapping is something true friends stick together for. Lol.

Making his way out of the hollow, John stood up and stretched. He could hear Sherlock scrambling out behind him. "Well" said John, turning to his best friend. "That certainly went well, we-" A rough cloth was pressed up again his face from behind. John struggled, his arms clawing at his captor's arms. Sherlock jumped to his feet.

"Sleep." said the man in the black hood, and John Watson sank to his knees, his vision blurred.

Sherlock was also taken down. When they woke up, they we're in the unused section of the dungeons. "John, where are you?" Sherlock asked in the darkness.

John shook his head, trying to clear his mind. "I- I'm here." Shifting, he went to rub his head, but his arms were held back by chains that connected to… something, John wasn't sure. He was sitting on a dirty pile of hay, leaning against a cold stone wall. "Sherlock, are you alright? Did they hurt you?"

"As far as I can tell, no, but there is a lot of bruising. I'm chained to the wall. Have you got a hairpin, a nail, something along those lines?" Sherlock asked, thanking whatever God there was out there that he knew how to pick locks.

John cleared his throat. "Sherlock, why on earth would I have a hairpin?"

"You… what about a nail? Is there one around here somewhere? I could pick the locks, just find something for me."

"John, nail. Even a rusted one will do."

John took a deep breath and plunged his hands down into the pile of straw. Rummaging around, he felt something move against his fingers. Quickly pulling his hands out, he swallowed hard. "S-Sherlock?"

"Yes John?" he asked.

"Th-There's, um, something in here with us." John said, voice trembling.

"What is it John?" Sherlock sighed.