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Turning off his brain once more. A lovely cocktail of drugs and a list in his pocket, he's off his face but his mind is quieter.

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@In_The_Twilight || I just prefer writing over there I'm sorry darlin!!

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|| Moved over to Discord for writing hit me up if you want to add me 💛

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@army_doct0r || DM'd!!!!

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@UnwantedHolmes SMS: High or in a ditch

[Hmmm... alright, and that it has been. Anything in particular that prompted this "check in". Are you pregnant?]

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@sardonicchange "My mind. It wouldn't shut up." He explained, rather frustrated with the fact he had to talk about it rather than enjoy it.

"Isn't he constantly stressed all of the time anyway?" Sherlock asked, rolling his eyes, not having been told about any of the goings on.

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The thoughts have been drowning him lately, a stormy sea of screaming voices. So, he's gone back to the most reliable remedy, his drugs. The sea is calm, and he is currently blissed out on the sofa, staring at the ceiling, a needle by his side.

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@sardonicchange Bugger. His plan backfired and hit him in the head.

A scoff came from the curly haired Detective. "Really? I'll believe that when you see it. It's not boredom. You wouldn't understand." He said, sighing and rubbing his face, "Have you texted Mycroft already?"

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@ingeniimagni — He groaned, not getting up from his spot whatsoever.

The drugs nicely calming his mind and body, allowing him to rest for the first time in months.

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@ingeniimagni Oh, to be high without being interrupted by his elder brother would be a miracle. But the universe, or rather, Mycroft, had other plans.

Hearing the familiar footsteps, he groaned and buried his face into a pillow, sighing loudly as his brother entered.

"Get out, Mycroft." —

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@sardonicchange As she flicked his forehead again, he grabbed a pillow and threw it at her, "Cease woman." He hissed.

"By my count, it'll be the general election soon. Is your dealer still on speed dial?" He bit back. He was never kind when it came to his habit being questioned.

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@sardonicchange "There is a cafe downstairs. They do a lovely cup of tea, eyeball free as well."

Pulling his dressing gown over himself and curling into a ball, he let out a sigh and retrieved the list from his pocket.

"If you want it, you'll have to come and get it."

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@sardonicchange Wishing his sister in law hadn't been possessed to see him, but alas, his wishes are not granted.

"Ow. I am awake." He groaned, swatting in her general direction. "Why are you here?" He huffed, blinking at Kelsey.

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#OpenRP

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The thoughts have been drowning him lately, a stormy sea of screaming voices. So, he's gone back to the most reliable remedy, his drugs. The sea is calm, and he is currently blissed out on the sofa, staring at the ceiling, a needle by his side.

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kelsey sharpe. prime minister
older version of @sardonicwit. showing those who doubted her exactly where to stick it.
still a bit of a party girl, but some things never change.

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Attempted to go and get milk at the shop, got overwhelmed, he's now under a blanket on the sofa with all the curtains closed.

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@Blogger221B Laying in his bed, he heard footsteps, and so rolling over in bed, he assumed it was John going to his bedroom. When the footsteps approached his door and it opened, Sherlock yawned and sat up, rubbing his eyes, "John?" He mumbled softly in a sleep laid voice, deeper than usual.

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Pacing around the flat like a bored caged tiger.

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@Blogger221B Turning around and opening his eyes, he saw John had fallen back asleep and gently finished his piece, making it quieter until he stopped.

Placing the violin and bow down very carefully, he grabbed a blanket and carefully covered John, before creeping off to his own bedroom.

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@detectivesdonut — the dust, trying to figure out if it had, in fact, been used recently.

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@detectivesdonut Already halfway down the hall, looking in each room, he heard his name and looked up, raising a brow before huffing and joining the detective inspector, moving to look in the room, "It looks as though its been forgotten by time." He said, eyes scanning everywhere for a break in —