Tweak

InsaneJournal

Tweak says, "You are a beautiful person."

Username: 
Password:    
Remember Me
  • Create Account
  • IJ Login
  • OpenID Login
Search by : 
  • View
    • Create Account
    • IJ Login
    • OpenID Login
  • Journal
    • Post
    • Edit Entries
    • Customize Journal
    • Comment Settings
    • Recent Comments
    • Manage Tags
  • Account
    • Manage Account
    • Viewing Options
    • Site Options
    • Manage Profile
    • Manage Notifications
    • Manage Pictures
    • Manage Schools
    • Account Status
  • Friends
    • Edit Friends
    • Edit Custom Groups
    • Friends Filter
    • Nudge Friends
    • Invite
    • Create RSS Feed
  • Asylums
    • Post
    • Asylum Invitations
    • Manage Asylums
    • Create Asylum
  • Site
    • Support
    • Upgrade Account
    • My Items
    • FAQs
    • Search By Location
    • Search By Interest
    • Search Randomly

Dr John Watson [Sherlock Holmes 2009] ([info]nevercomplained) wrote in [info]utr_logs,
@ 2010-02-14 17:21:00
Previous Entry  Add to memories!  Tell a Friend!  Next Entry
Entry tags:john watson, sherlock holmes

Who: Holmes and Watson
What: A visit
Where: Eden Resort and Casino
When: Now
Warnings: Possible.


Watson had felt excited by the prospect of Irene visiting him in Monte Carlo. Not Holmes, but someone connected to Holmes. It was better than nothing, and Watson did genuinely like Irene. He scarcely knew her, certainly not as well as Holmes knew her, and he hoped to rectify that some day.

Perhaps the only thing better than a visit from Irene would be a visit from Holmes himself, and that was just what Watson was preparing for. He shed the more modern clothes Anthony had provided him, preferring a white waist shirt and suspenders with a waist coat and top hat, to greet Holmes.

He wandered tot he site of the port key to await Holmes' arrival. If the old boy stood him up, Watson would be crushed. Holmes was his best friend, and he'd never intended to sell out, or seem to have turned his back on Holmes. He had several justifications lined up, to try and explain himself, though he hoped in the end it wouldn't be necessary. Holmes knew him, perhaps better than he knew himself in some ways. Holmes would understand why he'd been enamored of Eden, when he'd arrived, when Crowley offered him Paradise by the handful.

He glanced nervously at the port key. He felt Holmes ought to have arrived already, if he were coming at all.


(Post a new comment)


[info]sevenpercentman
2010-02-14 11:29 pm UTC (link)
Holmes wasn't exactly sure why he chose to accept Watson's invitation. He hated these places- dens of ignorance and folly, where lesser men chose to throw their lives away for obviously unfair odds of wealth. Watson had likened the idea to his boxing, but... that was a man's game. An honest, fair game of physical strength and mental prowess. And... that was why he was going along with this- for the boxing. Good enough for his conscience, at least.

The portkeys were quite the trip, but in his exploration of the place, Holmes had managed to develop a general tolerance of the experience. He landed well enough a few feet from Watson, only stumbling a step before straightening to right his clothes. Glancing over at the doctor, he frowned a little, nodding once in greeting. "Watson,"

(Reply to this) (Thread)


[info]nevercomplained
2010-02-14 11:35 pm UTC (link)
"Holmes," Watson nodded in greeting. Well, it was far easier to be stoic, than to show how pleased he was, to see Holmes. "I trust you had no trouble, on the way?" he asked, just for something to say. The port keys were instant, there was little time for trouble, unless it occurred before actively taking the port key.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]sevenpercentman
2010-02-15 12:37 am UTC (link)
"Oh, none a tall," Other than the completely mind-boggling (and slightly nauseating) mode of transport he'd just gone through. It didn't help that he was currently a few pegs below 'sober', but. Well, he'd needed something to give him the courage to get there at all.

He looked around the grotto where they were currently standing, towards the door that he assumed led to the casino.

"Shall we, then?"

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]nevercomplained
2010-02-15 12:52 am UTC (link)
"We shall," Watson nodded. He straightened his posture, feeling important and full of himself as he led the way to the casino. He was greeted at the door with a familiar welcome, though he didn't bother to introduce Holmes tot he doorman.

They went inside, and Watson beamed at the sights and smells of the casino. "Anthony will likely wander over to say hello. He's the owner," Watson explained. The owner, and Watson's special friend, but Holmes didnt' need to know all that.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]sevenpercentman
2010-02-15 01:16 am UTC (link)
Holmes noticed the self-important strut of his friend, and couldn't help a slight sigh. Really, it was one thing that he was trying to accept the whole idea. Did Watson really have to rub in how much happier he seemed, here?

The first thing Holmes noticed as they walked in was the odd, artificially clean smell of the canned air on the floor, meant to mask the stale beer and smoke smell that such places usually grew. He grimaced, just as the doorman seemed to be saying hello. At least Holmes didn't think to be embarrassed about it.

Watson's mention of the owner forced Holmes to arch a brow. Anthony? That was a bit familiar, wasn't it? "Must be some man, to hire you in after such short a time. In a business like this..."

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]nevercomplained
2010-02-15 01:43 am UTC (link)
"He rather likes my style. And is a fan, of our original stories. Did I not relay that earlier when we spoke?" Watson shrugged. "Come, let me show you the tables where I work, then I'll show you to the boxing ring." He would take Holmes to the more refined ring first, and then later to the street fighting ring that was more his style. He couldn't wait to see Holmes' response to that.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]sevenpercentman
2010-02-15 01:55 am UTC (link)
"I don't believe you did," Holmes hadn't spent much effort on remembering much of the conversation, luckily for them both. He was trying not to dwell on the situation, knowing that if he did, there was no chance he'd ever see the man again.

Holmes was rather distracted as they walked around the casino floor, at all of the beautiful women and... various vices that were on display so openly. He wasn't a stranger to such things, of course, but so publicly. It intrigued him, to say the least.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]nevercomplained
2010-02-15 02:04 am UTC (link)
"It is true," Watson nodded. "Isn't it a marvel?" he question, giving the casino a fond look. He was happy here, he thrived in this environment, but he lacked something fundamental without Holmes nearby. With Holmes at his side, he beamed ten fold. He felt nearly orgasmic.

"Not about that. The casino itself. It's rather unlike anything I've ever experienced," he added with a thread of pride in his voice. He had taken pseudo ownership of the casino.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]sevenpercentman
2010-02-15 02:47 am UTC (link)
Holmes didn't answer right away, eyes following a particularly scandalous cocktail waitress as she walked by with a tray of drinks. He swallowed reflexively at the sight... of the glasses. What? He was parched. It must have been the portkey device.

"Hm?" Realizing belatedly Watson must have said something, for the way he was being watched. "Oh, yes, of course,"

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]nevercomplained
2010-02-15 02:52 am UTC (link)
Watson was under no illusions; Holmes rarely listened to him anyway. The fact he wasn't listening now didn't bother the doctor, and in fact comforted him somewhat that things were not beyond repair.

"Care for a drink, then? On my tab, of course." Watson smiled. Holmes had selective hearing, and he was certain the man would hear that offer.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]sevenpercentman
2010-02-15 02:58 am UTC (link)
"Ah, too kind," He was more than willing to go along with the idea of situation normal, if it was going to earn him drinks. "Is there a bar, somewhere, or is that what these... fine ladies are supposed to facilitate?" Despite the words, he seemed a bit leery of the next waitress that passed them- she seemed to be watching him. He was welcome, was he not? It shouldn't be the clothes- he bothered to wedge himself into that 'modern' garb Irene had insisted he get, the last he saw her.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]nevercomplained
2010-02-15 03:19 am UTC (link)
"There is a bar, several, actually." Watson led the way, feeling all the more smug for the fact Holmes was following him. For once he was leading the way, rather than following in Holmes' foot steps. It felt nice, for a change, though in truth he was more comfortable following the detective's lead.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]sevenpercentman
2010-02-15 03:33 am UTC (link)
Holmes muttered a soft 'wonderful' to himself as they wove their way through the tables, an idle glance paid to the occasional game. Many of the card configurations were completely beyond him, and he paid them no further mind. Simpletons, the lot of them.

It did strike him as a bit odd that he had to follow Watson for once, but he did so without comment, content to be on his way to the bar.

Once they made it to the more familiar sight of the counter, Holmes moved to a seat, giving a nod to the bar wench.

"A finger of whiskey, please, on Doctor Watson's tab."

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]nevercomplained
2010-02-15 03:44 am UTC (link)
"On my tab," Watson confirmed. "I'll have my usual." He slid into the seat next to Holmes. "Irene will be dropping by later this evening, if you care to stay. I'm certain Anthony will set you both up with a room, or you would be most welcome to stay with me." Which would slam the door on his usual nightly tryst with Anthony, but he was sure Anthony would understand. He had said many times that Watson's friends would be welcome, in any case.

The barista set the drinks in front of them with a smile and a nod, then turned away to assist others. Watson fingered his flass. This was the part when things started to feel awkward.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]sevenpercentman
2010-02-15 03:52 am UTC (link)
"This Anthony must be some generous man," Holmes drawled, taking his glass and a long drink of the whiskey, as it was offered to him. He had no idea the depth of the relationship between the casino owner and Watson, but he could already tell, just from the way Watson spoke of him, that he was going to have to deal with it. And he hated the feeling of obligation, there.

Going along with the idea of 'speak of the devil', Crowley slipped up behind Watson, placing a hand on the man's shoulder as he smirked between the pair of them. Holmes gave the man a dubious look, both for touching Watson and for the odd decision to wear darkened glasses in a building. Crowley just seemed amused.

"That would make you Detective Holmes, I presume?" He offered his hand, only to put it down when Holmes seemed to refused him. "Anthony J Crowley, dear boy." Well. That was interesting.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]nevercomplained
2010-02-15 10:23 pm UTC (link)
"I do hope the two of you might be friends." Watson said, looking from onee to the other and finally settling on Crowley, for the moment. "Holmes is most interested in the boxing," he said, giving his voice a little tell tale lilt. Holmes was not interested in the legit ring, but rather the private arena, which was not exactly part of the tourist package at the casino.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]snakelikesmile
2010-02-16 02:11 am UTC (link)
The pointedly non-plussed look on Holmes' face just made Crowley's smile grow. Oh, wasn't that cute? So indignant. When Watson mentioned 'the boxing', Crowley nodded in recognition, waving a hand. "Any friend of yours, John, as I said. He's free to go down to the ring whenever you choose. Just be sure to tell him the rules, yes?" Whether or not he wanted to mention the less-than-human nature of some of the combatants was up to the doctor, and how cruel he was feeling.

At least the perceived generosity seemed to spark Holmes' interest. "That is... kind of you, good sir. Thank you," It was obvious the thanks was painful, but that made it all the better for Crowley.

"Think nothing of it, dear boy. You're welcome to whatever in the facilities you wish to sample. And I do mean anything," With an enigmatic smile, he pulled his PDA out of his pocket, looking it over as if he had a call. The fact that he didn't wouldn't have been obvious, unless Watson chose to look close.

"I should go handle this. You boys have a good night, and if you need anything-" He nodded at Watson, giving Holmes one last smile before slithering away.

"Well. Must be a busy man,"

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]nevercomplained
2010-02-16 03:13 am UTC (link)
"Naturally, Holmes. He owns this place," Watson drew a hand in front of his face. He was more than a little in awe, and had no idea it was because Crowley had planted such thoughts in his head. "Can you imagine? Well, no, I suppose you don't care to even try." He shrugged. It wasn't a slur against Holmes, Watson accepted the other just the way he was. More or less, and without complaining.

"You have to admit, at the least, it is impressive." Nothing at all like the Industrial Age from which they came. The modern world was a far cry from what they were used to. Just wait till Holmes got to the boxing ring. He hoped Holmes was aware of the non human population, or things might get very ugly.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]sevenpercentman
2010-02-17 02:28 am UTC (link)
Sherlock leveled a glare at Watson, with his words- what was that supposed to mean? Just because he had more sense than to blithely give his money to someone else for the privilege of feeling like a fool... He took another drink of his whiskey, sighing lightly.

"It does tend to make an impression, I will give you that," One more long drink, and his glass was empty, Holmes spinning the empty tumbler on the bartop.

"Well- have I earned the tour, or should I take more of your money in alcohol?"

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]nevercomplained
2010-02-18 02:02 am UTC (link)
"No, no. Do come along, then." Watson smiled. "There's just one thing you should know. Some of the fighters are not human." Watson could only hope Holmes had been paying attention enough to know the world was not only more than 100 years into the future, but also inhabited by beings from other worlds and galaxies and what not.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]sevenpercentman
2010-02-18 02:48 am UTC (link)
"Aren't... human?" He gave Watson a curious look as they walked on. "What do you mean? Like... dogs, or-?" He had heard rumors of mythological beings inhabiting this place, of course, but that was ridiculous! Why would Watson believe such things?

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]nevercomplained
2010-02-19 01:30 am UTC (link)
Watson shook his head. "Not dogs, no. We are from a series of books, are we not?" Watson shrugged, as if acceptance of this fact ought to have been casual, normal even. "There are many here who are not of this world."

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]sevenpercentman
2010-02-19 02:49 am UTC (link)
Sherlock just... looked at him. "Are you mad, man? How are they not of this world?" He could believe there were books written about them, surely. But... beings not of their world?

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]nevercomplained
2010-02-20 09:03 pm UTC (link)
"Because they are of different worlds, Holmes," Watson answered with a roll of his eyes. "Not the usual suspect, that you're accustomed to fighting."

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]sevenpercentman
2010-02-21 06:29 pm UTC (link)
"I'll not be fighting some dog, if that's what you're getting after, Watson. No rationale behind it, nothing to do for the teeth..." He really just didn't want to understand what the man was saying. It wasn't rational, and therefore didn't factor into his worldview.

"There must be some real man around to fight."

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]nevercomplained
2010-02-21 06:35 pm UTC (link)
"I'm not talking about dogs, Holmes." Watson shook his head. "We'll just let you see for yourself, shall we?" He led the way through a door and down a hallway that led to the boxing ring.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]sevenpercentman
2010-02-21 06:40 pm UTC (link)
Holmes followed Watson along down to the ring, slowing his steps as he noticed the... bizarre men standing around the action. Some had oddly colored skin, one man had what he was certain was supposed to be a tail (had it moved? No. Someone must have brushed it)...

He shook his head, turning his attention to the men in the ring. Drunks were known to do peculiar things to themselves, for the sake of scaring men about to fight. He wouldn't be so easily swayed.

"Where's the booker?" Or whoever he had to talk to, to get himself into a fight. he was already unbuttoning his shirt, not wanting to ruin the good silk with the other man's blood.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]nevercomplained
2010-02-21 06:48 pm UTC (link)
"Over there," Watson pointed to a booth where Holmes could request a fight. "But I must ask you to be careful, Sherlock. These are not the opponents you are used to." A minor thread of concern might have crept into Watson's voice. He was starting to rethink bringing Holmes down to the ring, though he couldn't claim innocence. He'd known Holmes would want to fight straight away.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]sevenpercentman
2010-02-21 06:55 pm UTC (link)
"Yes, Nanny," Holmes glowered at Watson, finally finished folding his shirt only to foist it off on the other man. Knowing a large percentage of winning the fight was the attitude one held going into it, Holmes strode right up to the booker (good Lord, what was wrong with his eyes?), requesting the next fight available, giving all of the requested information (species. Really.) and his bet, before heading back to the Doctor.

"Three away. I take it civilized combat is not such an issue, here?" He hadn't outright seen anyone with knives, although the man stumbling from the ring currently had nasty gashes all along his arms, of the sort one got from defending a knife. He frowned, quick and vague, before schooling his face neutral. If that's how it was going to be, well. He'd done worse for less.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]nevercomplained
2010-02-22 12:30 am UTC (link)
"I think not." Watson folded Holmes' shirt to hang it properly over his arm. "To be fair, Holmes, I've not been down to watch a fight." He only hoped because Holmes was with him, and he was favored by Crowley, that Holmes would be given a fair draw.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]sevenpercentman
2010-02-22 12:53 am UTC (link)
Holmes sighed. "Smashing. Well. First time for everything, I suppose," He might have been a touch... anxietized over the idea of fighting someone who wasn't moral- or at the least, human. But he was already assigned to it, and he for one was a man of his word.

It wasn't long before the fight was called, and Holmes stepped into the ring for the first challenger. Thankfully, whether by Watson's graces with the owner or sheer luck, his first fight was with a fully human... man. And while he let it go on, for the show of it, he was able to take the man down rather easily, when he decided things should be done. He smiled over at Watson, seeming entirely too smug.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]nevercomplained
2010-02-22 01:16 am UTC (link)
Watson watched, relieved at Holmes' draw. It could have been worse. A lot worse. He'd have to speak to Crowley about the odds, and how the draw worked, when he had a chance. For now, he hoped Holmes would be satisfied with one go at the ring, and call it a night, for the time being.

"Marvellous, as ever, Holmes," Watson muttered, Watching Holmes fight was something to behold, certainly. The man was passionate about a lot of things, but few things surpassed his passion for a good fight.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]sevenpercentman
2010-02-22 01:32 am UTC (link)
He couldn't have really thought it was going to be that easy to draw Holmes away, could he? Winner had the option of staying in the ring for challengers, and Holmes was never one to turn down a challenge.

He was lucky enough to get a man for the next fight. But by the third, he could tell he was about to be sorely outmatched- that man with the horns stepped into the ring opposite him. Well, then. Nothing to be done but to do it, is there?

Tapping out after little more than five minutes, Holmes staggered over to the side of the ring near Watson, deaf to the jeers of the 'demon's entourage. He was bloody, this time far more his own than the other's, lip and arm all but dyed red.

"Doctor?"

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]nevercomplained
2010-02-22 01:42 am UTC (link)
"Yes, well," Watson said, tone even and betraying the thread of concern he felt. "You've got to surrender, Holmes." He shook his head. He didn't think any of the wounds were life threatening, but Holmes did need attention quickly. Watson was not about to step into the ring and get them both killed.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]sevenpercentman
2010-02-22 02:00 am UTC (link)
"Nonsense, I th-" Hacking a little, he turned his head to the side and spat, seeming a little shocked at the red tint to the liquid.

"Think you're right," He sighed, lips smacking from the taste of the blood as he carefully climbed over the rail separating the crowd from the ring. The demon's friends cheered at the forfeit, glad to have taken the thousands of dollars the man had put up on his own success. He couldn't even think about that, right now. Holmes just needed to... lie down for a minute.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]nevercomplained
2010-02-22 02:42 am UTC (link)
Watson moved to catch Holmes before he fell, and led him to a somewhat secluded spot where he could help Holmes sit. "You're a bloody fool, old boy." Watson sighed, somewhat annoyed at the same time affectionate.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]sevenpercentman
2010-02-22 02:48 am UTC (link)
Holmes reluctantly let himself be led to the bench, dropping heavily onto it with a low groan. He wasn't amused, as he watched Watson check over his scrapes.

"Wonderful night to be invited out to, old boy," Another cough, throat a little scratchy from the hit he'd taken there.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]nevercomplained
2010-02-23 02:03 am UTC (link)
"I tried to warn you," Watson replied. "Quite now, while I assess the scope of your injuries."

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]sevenpercentman
2010-02-23 02:18 am UTC (link)
He let Watson poke and prod him, to a point. But when the man started trying to assess the damage to his lower stomach, he finally swatted the doctor away. "Damnit, man, not here. There must be somewhere we can go with a bit less... filth around," And he wasn't talking about the air of the club; many of the men were staring at him as though he were some... well. He didn't want to think of it.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]nevercomplained
2010-02-23 02:32 am UTC (link)
"Shall we retire to my room, then?" Watson suggested. "I haven't a medical kit, but I imagine warm water and a clean towel will do you a world of good."

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]sevenpercentman
2010-02-23 02:36 am UTC (link)
The mention of 'Watson's room' earned a dubious look- the man was going to persist in thinking he's going to stay in this place? But he couldn't claim to know of anywhere better. "Fine," He conceded with a huff, brushing Watson back so he could stand. "Lead the way,"

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)


[info]nevercomplained
2010-02-23 02:51 am UTC (link)
Watson put a hand out to steady Holmes if he should need it. The offer was without comment, whether Holmes accepted it or not. Watson was already in motion, leading the way to the elevators that would take them upstairs.

The room was clinical, a typical hotel room. Watson had brought nothing of his own to the room. It was a room, but not a home. He believed his home to be back in London, with Holmes.

(Reply to this) (Parent)

Home | Site Map | Manage Account | TOS | Privacy | Support | FAQs