002 - he's just really good at hobos

[perhapsyouveheardofme]

who: Sherlock Holmes and YOU
when: round noonish!
location: the plaza
summary: Sherlock Holmes needs information! help a brother out?
style: I do action usually but I'll switch for you
status: open as hell come at me bros

<sub>[today, Mr. Holmes, bandaged and stitched as he is, has deigned it necessary to make his way out on the town - but in disguise. anyone currently tooling about the plaza might notice a scruffy looking man, bent over slightly, with a greasy coat that's been torn at the bottom, unlaced boots, unkempt pants and a greasy hat that's been jammed on his head. everything about him is soaking wet, because Holmes knows the basic fact that everyone shows up so, and he's hobbling around the plaza trying to figure out what else is up.

feel free to come pester him! :3]</sub>

Comments

[nos_servabit]

Shamble? Something tells me you're not so much of a shamble as you seem.

[Sherlock's mental sweep would gather much information. Jacob's clothes are very plain- he doesn't seem to care too much about outward appearance, so the idea of him being vain is rather far off. His hands are callused and there are a few old traces of nicks- he is a sewer, more specifically, a sewer who works on a larger scale. He has plenty of rough stubble, and and his fingernails are slightly dirty with traces of lamp oil- he's a man who does things on his own, relying on old-fashioned ways. He doesn't need the latest inventions. Everything he can do with his own hands, he does.]

[Overall, he seems like the type of person who blends in with the crowd and is rather easy to forget- but the thing that stands out are his bright blue eyes. Because, you see, they're the eyes of an old man, of a person who has seen far more than his young appearance would suggest.]

[perhapsyouveheardofme]

<sub>[interesting. seems life down in this odd bubble isn't too different from life anywhere else. there's a wealth of information at his fingertips; he simply needs to look. excellent.

he sniffs, rubbing a sleeve over his face, clearing his throat.]</sub>

They calls'm Shamble 'cause he's always shamblin' down th'street, guv'n'r.

_{[he subtly avoids direct eye contact: it keeps an assumption that he's not all there, and that keeps most people from looking too terribly hard. his hands seemingly subconsciously start pawing at his coat, rubbing them slowly down, as if he's preoccupied with the act.]}

Ain't no other way t'be walkin' around.

[nos_servabit]

[But Jacob is not most people, and he just keeps staring, smiling ever so slightly at him as he seemingly does his own mental sweep.]

I see. Do you need a place to stay, Shamble? It wouldn't do you any good to stay out here in the condition you are in.

[perhapsyouveheardofme]

No, no no no no, guv'n'r, ain't right f'r a man t'be encroachin' on a man's home, just showin' up as 'e is.

_{[he clears his throat and quietly starts to shamble away, mumbling to himself.]}