( an open post #1 )

[charmlessness]

you know the rules. pick a muse. post a photo / some words / some lyrics / a link to a song, etc, with a character of your choosing. profit.

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it's been 84 years but—

[sleepdeficiency]

[ "...a long, long, — long way from home."

The voice isn't one Joan recognizes, but clearly he knows her, as he addresses her by name.

Ignoring the way her heart thuds away in her chest, her jaw ticks. Doctor Watson. Doctor. Now isn't the time for those memories, so she pushes them aside. ]

I'm not a doctor anymore.

[ Her hands work furiously behind her back. She knows how to break free of zip ties — Sherlock has taught her. Zip ties, handcuffs, rope. It'd be difficult to abduct Joan Watson if she's conscious while doing so.

Clearly that's not the case, here, and unfortunately so, as she can't get her arms high enough to get any kind of momentum to break the plastic.

Now is the time where she begins to really panic. She squints in a poor attempt to get a better look at the figure in front of her, all the while cursing the soft lighting in her mind. She knows seeing him wouldn't change her current situation, but it'd certainly make her feel better.

(Or worse.)

Refusing to show just how scared she is, Joan turns her chin up in defiance and purses her lips. She contemplates not speaking at all, not giving him the pleasure of knowing that he's worked her up, but she has things she needs to know, and things she needs him to know. There's a long moment of silence before she speaks. ]

It doesn't matter. He's going to look for me.

[ The gears in her brain turn quickly, looking for any kind of link that would leave her here. She's not stupid — she knows Sherlock's made plenty of enemies in his day, but she's not been with him for most of them, so why is she in this predicament while he isn't?

Surely if he was here, they'd both already be free. Or, maybe he's tied up somewhere else in his own dimly lit room, and that's what her company — capturer? — means by a long way away. ]

Why am I here? What do you want?