bored.
bored.
bor-ing.
Life was , correction, people were boring - excluding Scarlet. Saying that, occasionally the level of stupidity in people's minds was amusing. You could even compare the average person to a goldfish.
Scarlet could find faults in the most brilliant minds. Take Newton, for example.'I mean, isn't it obvious that gravity is apparent? What fool would wait for an apple to fall upon his head before he realised that there was a downwards force which attracted all things to the Earth's centre?'Scarlet Holmes sighed, and slouched into her worn leather Billy, the skull that rested upon the fireplace in 221b Baker's Street, was fair company, Scarlet knew that there was a difference in being alone and being grasped a strand of dark, curly hair from her chest and began twirling it around her finger. Her omniscient moss-coloured eyes settled out of focus as she went into deep thought.
Scarlet, you see, simply didn't understand the basics of human interaction. Every day, she would witness people wittering away to their friends and family and loved ones and oh, how pathetic she deemed of Scarlet's near infinite knowledge of many things, she found that isolation was her best company. There was nothing that she loved more than to mentally test herself, and she found that the easiest way to do this was through light detective work. She was the world's only consulting Holmes, voluntary backbone of Scotland Yard.
However, Scarlet did have some...acquaintances. As she was twirling her curly hair around her finger and pondering various differences between types of battery acid,her mobile received a text.
From:Molly Hooper
Scarlet,please come to the 's a body here with a riding crop that you requested, and I'm confused to say the least.
Molly x
Scarlet sighed. She had originally decided that the only reason Molly contacted her was to get Scarlet's strange requests out of her hair,but Molly actually seemed to like Scarlet. It was strange, but quite nice. It was an alien feeling, like getting a compliment from a stranger. You appreciate the thought, but aren't quite sure how to was a simple creature, but she would often get irritated at Scarlet. This confused the detective,as she didn't understand what she did the whole, Molly was a nice girl.
The old leather chair groaned as Scarlet brushed off her black jeans, smoothed down her indigo shirt and grabbed her old Belstaff she put her right arm in her sleeve, she grabbed a piece of toast smothered in butter (from her small table in the living area, which also hosted a laptop and many stacks of books)and shoved it into her arms now in her sleeves, she hastily grabbed a blue scarf from the banister rail and raced downstairs.
"I'm going out, Mr Hudson!"She called, alerting the landlady of her departure.
"Really, dear?You're always rushing around all the time, you should have a break!But if you're going out, pick me up a copy of the paper?"the elderly man stated.
"I'll be fairly busy, so it all depends. I'll be at the labs with Molly."Scarlet declared, as the front door slammed in her wake.
Mr Hudson shook his head and sighed deeply, now stood at the foot of the stairs. 'That boy needs a friend.'