OOC note actually— I walked into class and this was on the ground. Not a real crime scene, actually.
This is also United States History class, erm?! Anyway, so what I’ve deduced is the person’s a tall female, facing down, dirt placed after death, with a fake thing… at the leg area. The person had their leg before the police found them, because the line is traced, and they wouldn’t include the bones there in the body outline. Of course, we don’t know how long the body or crime scene’s been there… hm.
There’s dirt sprinkled after death, and cut out of the picture is a cactus that’s been dumped out of the pot. No pot in site— dumped out of the pot, because the needles haven’t been touched. Person most likely left handed, but not sure.
Any ideas, everyone? Inbox me.
You should probably listen to him, surprisingly enough.
I know, I wasn’t too keen onlistening to him when he first opened his mouth to me either.
-SH
What better way to describe my brother but by his name?
For any rose would smell as—
There’s only one Mycroft, after all.
-SH
Why do I have to provide you people with opinions on petty things?
Children exist to provide excuses for the human race to keep improving. Which isn’t really working, so children have gradually ceased to have purpose. One can only hope that they will prove me wrong…
-SH
I started wearing it after I started taking on cases. My mum got it for me, actually. Said since I had a “real job now” I had to have some sort of signature outfit to identify with. She got me my coat too, come to think of it…
I wear it mostly because it’s cold.
-SH
Why are you so interested in my love life?!
It does not exist. I do not love— and I refuse to listen to all these bumbling idiots who try to tell me what I’m missing out on. I don’t care.
I really don’t.
Goodbye.
-SH
