17 November 2010 @ 10:57 pm
The Race: Checkpoint #2 [Windsor Castle]  


If the racers hadn't yet noticed how different this world was, they certainly did now. Windsor Castle was completely abandoned. The once-pristine landscaping grew wild. The architecture was peppered with dirty brick, tattered flags, and vandalized statuary. The only sound was the wind.

There was nothing of interest near the principal entrance. If the teams got lost, they'd likely find graffiti instructing to "seek the eldest." The smartest would seek the Curfew Tower, the oldest feature. Here, an easy-to-miss red flag peeked from the grass.

It was a frustrating setup. There was no way into the sprawling tower from the outside. Anything could have been significant- the road signs, the empty residences across the street, the frozen clock on the tower that told time for no one but the sky.

What the players truly sought was this: a fallen lamppost, with what appeared to be a missing persons flyer attached. One racer from each team would see their captured loved one in the picture, with this notice below:

BEAR THE BURDEN.



[Each team that arrives at the flag will be given a burden. This burden will only affect the person who sees their loved one pictured on the post. Depending on the burden, this individual may have a difficult time contributing to the rest of the race. You'd better hurry...]
 
 
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[identity profile] handyhandyhand.livejournal.com on November 19th, 2010 08:29 pm (UTC)
John had to roll his eyes at that, not sure if Sherlock was being overly melodramatic to mock him or if he was really being this childish. It seemed utter madness. Sighing, he started off down the road again, unsure why Sherlock was suddenly so moody. It was unbelievably childish.

"Would you stop moping? You're being very immature, Sherlock," John lectured as sternly as he could, feeling a little weird for having to tell off Sherlock. Especially considering how mature he usually was!
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[identity profile] i-never-guess.livejournal.com on November 19th, 2010 08:56 pm (UTC)
Sherlock only curled up a bit tighter, pretending to ignore John, though it was clear that he could still hear him. What did he care, anyways? John was being so unfair and rude, it wasn't like it really mattered to him anyways, wasn't like John was important or anything. In fact, he kind of hated John. For being so mean, that was.

"Whatever." He grumbled from beneath his coat. It wasn't like it mattered, right? Right.

After a few minutes or so, though, he piped up, so quietly.

"What... What if it's too late? And Watson's already dead? It's all my fault."
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[identity profile] handyhandyhand.livejournal.com on November 19th, 2010 09:18 pm (UTC)
"We still have time, we're gonna get 'em, no point in ever worrying really. I'm very good at this sort of thing, last minute rescues, its sort of like my profession," John bragged as he smiled reassuring at Sherlock, unsure why the biggest show off he knew was suddenly so worried. Well, at least he wasn't trying to make out any more!

That would of severely hindered his driving.

"Twenty minutes to Thirty-ish max. And we should be there, just need to take a few short cuts," Namely driving through a park as he was. Wellll, no one else was around, what did it hurt if he didn't bother with roads.

Edited 2010-11-19 09:19 pm (UTC)
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