[Accidental Video/Action if you want it // Public]
07 August 2011 at 08:58 pm
Hoshigaki Kisame
[The video begins almost completely dark, only a few slivers of light shining through as the sound of splashing water is heard. There's a quiet grunt as the darkness lifts--shown to be blue fingers covering the camera--and Kisame's head and shoulders come into view as he hoists himself up onto the observation deck. The view spins dizzyingly from his communicator tumbling away, knocked aside as he clambers up the rest of the way; he's soaking wet and dressed in nothing but a pair of swim trunks, hair hanging in dripping, drooping spikes around his face, but he looks quite pleased with himself in spite of the bedraggled state.

The camera is sprayed with water as he gives himself a brisk, dog-like shake, but even through the distortion, he can be seen--sideways though the view now is--drying his face and hands on a towel left near the rest of his clothes, and the massive bandage-wrapped length of his sword. (And yes, it is a sword, even if it doesn't look like one. It looks more like a club than anything else, topped off with a long skull-pommeled hilt. At a good six feet long and a foot or two wide, the weapon is probably larger and heavier than most people.) He scoots further away to bend over a paper--some sort of map, from the looks of it--and start drawing, expression set in concentration, muttering to himself on occasion and grabbing for a ruler.]


That ought to do it.....
[ Action | Closed ]
07 August 2011 at 10:43 pm
[ Sherlock Holmes does a good many things upon a whim. Including breaking into apartments at feeble hours of the bleeding morning.

Of course, if it weren't so atrociously simple to do, he might not have bothered.

After he's in, curiosity does urge him to go and look first at the dark-haired man asleep in one of the bedroom's two cots. The flashlight pans over the scruff-bound figure. Sherlock can tell he's a habitual runner as well as a drinker. His grooming is obviously something to be desired. This is the defense attorney? He can believe it, but the man must be comfortable with being out of practice in such a state.

He moves over to the other cot.

There's a tap of black leather across the arch of a pale cheek, and fluorescent light warming the back of the former prosecutor's neck. Sherlock has dug one of his gloves out of his pockets while keeping the flashlight tucked under an arm. ]


Edgeworth.

[ Tap tap. ]