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“If this were religious cults getting rid of Atheists, they would not have been so tedious on the markings, placement, cuts, blood, and location. “…perhaps they were atheists and the murders were religious?” She tried with uncertainty. “Religious.”Īlice looked at the bodies and message before looking at Sherlock. A message on the wall in blood read “Don’t challenge the Lord,” in jagged and sloppy handwriting. Each of their throats had been sliced and each body had been drained of blood. There were several bodies strewn out in what seemed to be a numerical pattern. When he intoduced her she gave a small wave and a, “hello.”Īfter numerous insults and rude comments from the staff, Sherlock and Alice were finally alone in the main room. She reamined silent as multiple people talked to Sherlock. The only crime scene she had been to had been the one at her own home years ago. She is with me.”Īlice followed Sherlock as they entered the crime scene. “Appears to be some kind of satanic ritual,” commented Lestrade to Holmes as they made their way over. A charred building stood in front of them as well as a symbol painted in blood on the burned front door. “I am thirty years of age,” he said rather bored as they came up to the crime scene. “I am twenty years old.” She responds looking back at him, “and yourself?” He certainly was an interesting person, quite the peculiar guy. “I shall keep up.” She says walking quickly to keep up with him. How old are you, exactly?” He rose an eyebrow, glancing sideways at her as he walked quickly. The sooner I arrive at the scene, the better. Our encounter has put me off by a few minutes and every second counts.

Sherlock withdrew his hand quickly and stuck it in his pocket. “Dead people? Count me curious, morbid things fascinate me so.” She says reaching out to shake his outstretched hand. What about interesting dead people? Care to accompany me to a crime scene? I’m Sherlock Holmes.” He extended his hand to shake.Īlice watches his movements and smiles at the idea of accompanying someone to a crime scene. “You’re interested in interesting people.

Sherlock looked down at his phone, checking the time and rereading a text he had received from Lestrade previously. I, myself, am much more interested in interesting people, if I may say so myself.” “I have lived here my whole life so I have grown quite bored of these things. “Yes, I am quite aware of the great number of points of intrigue here, sir.” Alice says turning around and looking at the stranger. As she was not in Wonderland, her clothing was of her sad drab manner, consisting of mostly grey and black. She had her hands behind her back as she walked slowly past the shops and such.

((Open rp))Īlice found herself wandering the streets of London on this dull rainy day. There I was at midnight scrolling through my photo collection, tired and annoyed at self for not being more organized.The Science of Deduction: Wandering the streets of London. To make sure I got the lesson, an online travel magazine wanted a few photos for an article I’m writing about my book (coming out Feb 4!) and my favourite places in Paris. Hopefully we’ll figure out the next step as we work on this step until eventually we arrive at a clear, obvious answer. There must be SOMETHING we could do right now to move the project ahead. Voilà.Īnd that’s how it goes with any big complicated project we can’t figure out. Even if I don’t know, at least I’ll have a collection that fills my heart with joy rather than creating the current chaos in my soul. Once I see what I’ve got, I might have a clearer idea of what to do with them. They need to be reshuffled and rejigged so I can actually find the great photos in a sea of hohum snapshots. They need to be sorted, deleted, cropped and edited. I know that they aren’t ready for ANY package yet. Knowing this, I deduced: Okay, what DO I know? This may not seem like progress, but I REALIZED that NOT knowing IS the answer for TODAY. Yesterday, as I was sitting at the café with my journal, writing my way through my daily three pages, I figured out what to do with the photos. All this is fine and good but since my foray into minimalism, I’ve acquired a weird side effect: Chaos and clutter = discontent in my soul.Įven in my digital space. While I’ve been noodling in my noggin ideas for my photos, they sit in my computer taking up valuable gigabytes.

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Ugh… exhausting living with my head full of half-baked ideas. Here’s a preview of the cover for the first issue: Perhaps an even more ambitious online magazine. Some are good for other future products, such as a line of photos to sell at my Etsy store…

Some photos are fodder for a Paris Letter. Problem is, I have amassed a giant collection of great photos, not great photos and downright terrible photos. With Paris being so pretty and my camera being so new, it’s hard not to shoot everything I see.