Fluorescent
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Sherlock AU (NerdyGeekFlower and Fluorescent) - Boarding school, how boring.
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John frowned, the extravagance of the building providing no comfort for his nervousness at being here. Countless windows were framed by old-fashioned architecture and chipping paint. Naturally, he’d convinced himself that he’d do just fine, but as the car slowed to a halt, he doubted that. Forced out of his thoughts when the driver pounded on his window, he pulled himself from the car before grabbing his luggage and making his way up the driveway. Part of him anticipated the challenge of mapping out this new school.
The sizeable front doors were propped open, a small handmade poster welcoming new students taped hastily to the side, so John made the fair assumption that just walking inside would be best. A slow stream of his fellow new students joined him inside, looking anywhere from desperately unhappy to excited out of their minds. Finally finding himself lost as to where to go next, he approached a student, a few years older by the looks.
“Erm, excuse me, you don’t happen to know where the first year sign-ins are?” John asked, letting his hands hang in loose fists at his sides. “Oh, of course,” the boy smiled. “Just down that hall, and to the left. Big room, hard to miss,” he explained, squinting his eyes and pointing a finger helpfully. “Thanks,” John said shortly, giving a curt nod. “I’m Mike by the way!” The boy, Mike apparently, called after him before continuing whatever conversation he’d been having with his peers.
Sherlock AU (NerdyGeekFlower and Fluorescent) - Boarding school, how boring.
Read more about this role play...Sherlock and John meet each other at boarding school, adventure follows.
@Nerdygeekflower
John frowned, the extravagance of the building providing no comfort for his nervousness at being here. Countless windows were framed by old-fashioned architecture and chipping paint. Naturally, he’d convinced himself that he’d do just fine, but as the car slowed to a halt, he doubted that. Forced out of his thoughts when the driver pounded on his window, he pulled himself from the car before grabbing his luggage and making his way up the driveway. Part of him anticipated the challenge of mapping out this new school.
The sizeable front doors were propped open, a small handmade poster welcoming new students taped hastily to the side, so John made the fair assumption that just walking inside would be best. A slow stream of his fellow new students joined him inside, looking anywhere from desperately unhappy to excited out of their minds. Finally finding himself lost as to where to go next, he approached a student, a few years older by the looks.
“Erm, excuse me, you don’t happen to know where the first year sign-ins are?” John asked, letting his hands hang in loose fists at his sides. “Oh, of course,” the boy smiled. “Just down that hall, and to the left. Big room, hard to miss,” he explained, squinting his eyes and pointing a finger helpfully. “Thanks,” John said shortly, giving a curt nod. “I’m Mike by the way!” The boy, Mike apparently, called after him before continuing whatever conversation he’d been having with his peers.