Silence in a crowded room. A meeting room with rather ordinary people. Quite boring to say the least. Black ebony doorframe with matching table and chairs to boot. Walls littered with papers of all kinds. The people surrounding the table and filling the chairs. Different and yet all the same. Their looks differing but their purpose the same. To discuss a lesson plan for the english final. What to put on the test and what not. Horrible stuff really. Boring. Boring. Boring. That's what she thought anyways.
Sela Malis. A high school teacher with a taste for adventure. A writer and an old fashioned one at that. Brunette hair in a loose ponytail, the ends reaching just past her shoulder blades. Her clothes. An old sweater with snags on the ends of her sleeves. Old worn out jeans with coffee and tea stains on the tops of the thighs. Her fingertips stained in a line of an ink ribbon.
Fingers tapped restlessly on the table. Seemingly not having any meaning to anyone else. A sequence of keys. Letters on a keyboard. Tick. Tick. Tick. The clock rang. Blending voices mixing into one incomprehensible blurred voice. Tap. Tap. Tap.
"Are you paying attention Miss Malis?" A voice pierced the veil of numbing sound. The head that was slumped finally looked up from fingers. "Of course I am paying attention. Why wouldn't I be Mister Genesis?" A sharp feminine voice said in a smooth calm tone.
The man known as Mister Genesis bore his brown eyes into her bright blue ones. His stature was rather tall but rounder than most. His grey spots in his raven colored hair gave away his stress and age quite clearly. Even his position at this school was clearly shown. The principal of MapleRose High School.
The rattling of pens against paper, clanking against wood. The red anger engorged face stared intently. A clenched white fist laid on the table knuckles down. "This is not a game or one of your adventure books Miss Malis!" The loud voice echoed throughout the room and into the empty ghost town halls. "This is work that needs to be done and we need everyone to participate! We don't need slackers!"
Squeak. "Then I guess I will be leaving if you don't mind. I do have my own business to tend to with my family's disappearance as well as my boyfriend's." Her still hands with slender fingers laid on the wooden table. The chair she once occupied was now off to the side. No one dared uttered another word as the door slammed shut.
It didn't take her long to find a taxi to drive her to her destination. The man she was looking for was after all...notorious. Famous. For what he had done. Disbanded Moriarty's syndicate. Faked his death and now back in London. A blanket of blue skies with the quilted clouds hung in the air above her head as the taxi stopped at the doorstep on 221B. A swift hand paid the driver and slender legs left the cab. A soft sigh left her pink lips. "Time to see what this man can do."