Sherlock Holmes, Eat Your Heart Out
Jul 14, 2014 22:03:12 GMT -5
Post by Olive Delaney on Jul 14, 2014 22:03:12 GMT -5
Olive liked to think of herself as a sleuth, despite the fact she had yet to crack a single case, and that her only ‘training’ came from her large collection of trashy detective novels, but those were just technicalities because she had just gotten her first big lead. To make matters even more interesting, it came from Hammel, her alma mater.
She was visiting the school to check in with one of the few teachers she had made a connection with during her time there, when she overheard a few boys talking in hushed whispers in the hallway. Olive wasn’t prone to eavesdropping, but when you’re blind you tend to have fairly superior hearing, so it was nearly impossible not to pick up on their conversation.
Apparently there was something going around called ‘grindr’ and it was very addictive. In fact, a few of them were going to use it this very night. Now Olive may not be ‘hip’ to all the new-fangled slang the kids were using now-a-days, but it was pretty obviously a drug of some sort. Not only was it her moral obligation to make sure it didn’t happen, but also it would finally put her on the map as a legit private investigator, and everyone would want to be her friend then.
The only problem now was finding a connection at the dorms where the drug deal was supposed to go down. That’s when she remembered Zeb. He had been kind to her the last year she was at Hammel, though she had never talked to him much. She was still rather stubborn with her blindness and didn’t like to ask for help, so their interactions had been limited to friendly hellos in the halls. Hopefully he was still as eager to help as she remembered.
“Excuse me?” Olive made her way to his office and knocked on the door. “I need your help with something in the dorms. It could be life or death, it’s hard to tell…”
While waiting for a response, Olive tugged anxiously on the sleeves of her sweater. For some reason meeting up with people from the past always had her a little on edge. Maybe it was the constant teasing she had put up with at Hammel, or the fact that she always felt a little out of place. It was probably for the best that Olive wasn’t aware that her thrift store sweater was not only hideous, it also had a large portrait of Bill Cosby embroidered on the front. Yeah, that would have made this encounter a bit more awkward.
She was visiting the school to check in with one of the few teachers she had made a connection with during her time there, when she overheard a few boys talking in hushed whispers in the hallway. Olive wasn’t prone to eavesdropping, but when you’re blind you tend to have fairly superior hearing, so it was nearly impossible not to pick up on their conversation.
Apparently there was something going around called ‘grindr’ and it was very addictive. In fact, a few of them were going to use it this very night. Now Olive may not be ‘hip’ to all the new-fangled slang the kids were using now-a-days, but it was pretty obviously a drug of some sort. Not only was it her moral obligation to make sure it didn’t happen, but also it would finally put her on the map as a legit private investigator, and everyone would want to be her friend then.
The only problem now was finding a connection at the dorms where the drug deal was supposed to go down. That’s when she remembered Zeb. He had been kind to her the last year she was at Hammel, though she had never talked to him much. She was still rather stubborn with her blindness and didn’t like to ask for help, so their interactions had been limited to friendly hellos in the halls. Hopefully he was still as eager to help as she remembered.
“Excuse me?” Olive made her way to his office and knocked on the door. “I need your help with something in the dorms. It could be life or death, it’s hard to tell…”
While waiting for a response, Olive tugged anxiously on the sleeves of her sweater. For some reason meeting up with people from the past always had her a little on edge. Maybe it was the constant teasing she had put up with at Hammel, or the fact that she always felt a little out of place. It was probably for the best that Olive wasn’t aware that her thrift store sweater was not only hideous, it also had a large portrait of Bill Cosby embroidered on the front. Yeah, that would have made this encounter a bit more awkward.
