Sigmund Freud (Clone) (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
yourmother) wrote2011-10-11 03:42 pm
yourmother) wrote2011-10-11 03:42 pm
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Voice & Video & Text ◉ 1.0
[Following his original's theories like every good clone should, Freud has spent the better part of today observing feral dogs and cats going about their everyday lives in the alleyways of Somni. Though he's got nothing entirely remarkable to show for it, as the original Sigmund Freud said, "time spent with cats is never wasted". As the sun approaches the horizon, he decides to call it a day.... until he spots something lying in an alleyway that really should not be there. It's the badly bruised and headless body of [Bad username or site: nie-unschuldig title= @ livejournal.com]. Facing such a sight, the teenager can't help but worry for his own safety.
He drops his Dreamberry in the process of fumbling for it, which activates a voice broadcast. The sound of shoes hastily moving on paved ground can be heard, as well as a scraping noise once the device is picked up.]
Another murder...?
[It's then that it switches over to video, showing the terrified face of a young man who has obviously just seen something very traumatizing. A noise comes from further down the alleyway, most likely a stray cat, but Freud whips his head in the direction of the noise, interprets it as a threat, and makes a mad dash for a nearby hiding place. The Dreamberry is pressed up against his chest as he flattens himself against a wall behind a dumpster. For a minute or so, the screen is entirely black, and all that can be heard is rapid breathing accompanied by a rapid heartbeat. Once it becomes apparent that no one is there anymore, Freud finally calms down enough to figure out what his Dreamberry is doing, turn off the unintentional broadcast, and send a hastily typed text message.]
[Text to Sherlock:]
Theres a dead body here waht should i do??
He drops his Dreamberry in the process of fumbling for it, which activates a voice broadcast. The sound of shoes hastily moving on paved ground can be heard, as well as a scraping noise once the device is picked up.]
Another murder...?
[It's then that it switches over to video, showing the terrified face of a young man who has obviously just seen something very traumatizing. A noise comes from further down the alleyway, most likely a stray cat, but Freud whips his head in the direction of the noise, interprets it as a threat, and makes a mad dash for a nearby hiding place. The Dreamberry is pressed up against his chest as he flattens himself against a wall behind a dumpster. For a minute or so, the screen is entirely black, and all that can be heard is rapid breathing accompanied by a rapid heartbeat. Once it becomes apparent that no one is there anymore, Freud finally calms down enough to figure out what his Dreamberry is doing, turn off the unintentional broadcast, and send a hastily typed text message.]
[Text to Sherlock:]
Theres a dead body here waht should i do??
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[a smirk appears and disappears in the blink of an eye. He looks around just in case before looking at Freud and wordlessly following him.
Until.]
So how did you find him? Tell me all about it.
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I was observing feral cats in their urban habitat. The guy was already long dead by the time I found him.
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How long? No, you won't know this. You'd be too busy panicking.
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I did see that a lot of it had already dried. Long enough for that.
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he quirks an eyebrow. It doesn't seem to add up for him.]
That must have taken a while. How could no one have noticed? In a small town like this, it must have caused a scandal. Something is missing.
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[But that information will likely fly in one ear and out the other, so Freud adds something that Sherlock will actually care about.]
Few people walk by here during the day.
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Anything else?
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[He's reached a certain familiar-looking corner now and stops. He's almost afraid to see the body again.]
It's in this alley.
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[he does notice Freud's hesitation, and even if it irritates Sherlock, he remembers that he is not dealing with John, who would be unafraid of mostly anything. It was just a clone of Sigmund Freud. He supposed that even psychologists were allowed to be afraid every once in a while. They sure dreaded him.]
Stay here.
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[The 'stay here' part, not the 'stay calm' one.]
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....nothing?
Quirking an eyebrow, he looks around the place, searching for any signs of the body being dragged to some place else. But to his slight surprise, of course, there was no sign.]
Where is it?
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Try looking down.
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He decides to go out, poker faced as always, before eyeing Freud up and down. Something must be wrong here and it obviously was not him.]
Are you sure you saw it?
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[He's getting all indignant now that his trustworthiness has been brought into question in such a way. Freud begins to hypothesize about why Sherlock would ask him something like that.]
Did someone move it?
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[he says those last words slowly. But the wheels in his mind were running again about something else.
Freud was honest, and the feed seemed to show that as well. Something must have clouded his vision. Or he was joking around. The latter which he doubted.]
Did you see it, Freud? Did you really see it?
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Come on, I wouldn't lie about something like this! There's gotta be another explanation.
[Though in his mind, he now begins to question his own sanity.]