deductiongeek: (that night)
Shinichi Kudo ([personal profile] deductiongeek) wrote in [community profile] paradisalogs2012-10-05 05:31 pm

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 Who: Conan and YOU
What: Nightmare
When: Now
Where: Inside Conan's mind

Conan gasps desperately for air as he skids around a corner, nearly falling into a puddle as he does so.  He is barefoot and dressed in a hugely oversized pullover and jeans, the clothing obviously intended to be worn by someone twice his height.  Blood is smeared halfway across his face, probably coming from a deep cut on his head.  

His surroundings seem to be what you might expect from any alley on such a dark and rainy night.  Dismal, dark and slick with rain.  But there is something wrong about the perspective.  Everything stretches high up into the sky, further than the eye can see in the darkness.

Carefully pulling up the trailing edges of his jeans, he presses himself up against the wall and listens for any sounds of pursuit.  
workaphilic: (the adventure of the seven passengers;)

[personal profile] workaphilic 2012-10-07 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
Sherlock presses his hands into his pockets as he approaches. It's a practiced, loping step, one specifically designed to be nonthreatening. He stops a few feet away, looks past Shinichi out into the alley.

"What are you running from?" His tone is easy and calm, and there's no sympathy or urgency in his expression. It's almost disingenuous, the flat curiosity in an obviously tense situation, but he never claimed to subscribe to expectations. (Real or imagined.)
wizard_redfive: (Horror)

[personal profile] wizard_redfive 2012-10-07 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
Dairine was walking through the darkness between dreams when she abruptly finds herself on a narrow street. Funny. Despite her lucid state, she can still feel the rain dripping down her face and soaking her clothes as if it were real.

She hurries down the alley in hopes of finding some shelter when a familiar kid stumbles into her path.

"Conan-kun?" What normally would be the start of a friendly jab quickly takes a concerned tone. Something is definitely wrong and-- Oh god, is that blood?

"What happened?"
jimfromit: (music flows through me)

[personal profile] jimfromit 2012-10-07 10:44 am (UTC)(link)
"Isn't safe...what's happening?"

"Oh good lord is that...blood?"

He couldn't care less about the snot nosed little brat, but if there is an element of danger here he'd like to know about it.
jimfromit: (Default)

[personal profile] jimfromit 2012-10-07 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ok ok...just let me help you mate."

Jim looked down another alley.

"This way looks clear...lets go."
Edited 2012-10-07 21:46 (UTC)
workaphilic: (the adventure of the antiquarian's niece)

[personal profile] workaphilic 2012-10-07 10:31 pm (UTC)(link)
His gaze doesn't leave the other end of the alley. He nods very slightly, accepting the explanation.

"Where are your parents?"

He might as well be reading from the script of a concerned bystander.
jimfromit: (Default)

[personal profile] jimfromit 2012-10-07 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Inside his head Moriarty is giggling to himself. He's somewhat enjoying watching the kid suffer...why would he let Conan get away too soon?

It's not long before he finds him again.

He sighs before speaking "Ok ok, look you've clearly been through some kind of traumatic event, and morally I can't just do nothing"

"My name's Jay"
huffythedragon: (Concern)

[personal profile] huffythedragon 2012-10-07 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"...Just like that?"

This is wrong. This is so wrong. Spike glances they way Conan left, unsure.

"What's going on? Is somepony after you?"
huffythedragon: (UNSURE)

[personal profile] huffythedragon 2012-10-08 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
That makes the dragon even more confused.

"Who poisoned you?" he watches him, his concern growing. "We need to get you to the clinic right away..."

He pauses, looking around them. This is so not the castle and he is so very very lost.

"...Uh...wherever the clinic is."
huffythedragon: (Yeah well fuck you too)

[personal profile] huffythedragon 2012-10-08 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Ho can a police officer help you if you've been poisoned?" Spike's logic is flawless as far as he's concerned. "We've got to get you treated first."
huffythedragon: (Are you serious?)

[personal profile] huffythedragon 2012-10-08 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Then that;s even MORE reason to get you to a doctor," geez, Conan, stop being so stubborn. "Conan will you listen to yourself? You have to look after YOU first."
wizard_redfive: (Glare)

[personal profile] wizard_redfive 2012-10-08 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
Dairine gives a brief scowl. Really? He's trying to order her around? The brat...

For a moment, she's tempted to stay where she is in spite. But Conan's urgency and injury are enough to make her reconsider, and Dairine quickly follows his lead.

"Why? What is it?," she asks as they hurry along.
workaphilic: (the stockbroker's clerk;)

[personal profile] workaphilic 2012-10-08 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
"Obviously."

Sherlock turns on his heel, starts down the alley in the opposite direction.

"Come on, then."

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