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Name: Justine
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E-mail: Justine.Dillenbeck@gmail.com
AIM/MSN/etc: SilverRustBucket
CHARACTER
Name: John Watson
Canon: Sherlock Holmes
Timeline: Post Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows
Personality: John Watson is, first and foremost, a gentleman. Serving in the Afghan war as a medical man helped to shape him into the man he is today - loyal, honorable, courageous and far from unintelligent. Although neat, tidy, professional, disciplined, and mild-mannered are strong descriptors, John is also the adventurous sort, learning shortly after moving in with the great mind of Sherlock Holmes that he takes great enjoyment out of accompanying him on his cases, helping to solve them, and also ensuring that Holmes doesn't get himself in more trouble than he can handle on his own.
One of the greatest factors of Watson's personality is, in fact, Sherlock Holmes himself. While he is not incapable of existing without the consulting detective, Holmes brings out the best and worst of Watson during their day to day routines. From Watson pulling teeth and slamming open blinds just to get Holmes up and out of his dingy, cluttered rooms to him fighting alongside him against thugs three times their size, Watson is always there, and unerringly loyal.
But living with and working alongside Sherlock Holmes has its... trying times, and although many have come and gone, unable to live with the other man's seemingly never-ending eccentricities, Watson is always the one man that remains at Sherlock's side (often whether Watson likes it or not).
Although he aims for an eventual and healthy domestic relationship with Mary Morstan, John is constantly drawn to the adventurous life that Holmes keeps, and even Holmes himself deduced without difficulty that Watson is 'terrified of a life without the thrill of the macabre', and this can be clearly seen in Watson's continual internal battle of 'just one more time' throughout the entirety of both movies.
John Watson's most notable shortcomings would be his drinking and gambling habits, of which Sherlock is well aware of. When in the presence of a gambling pit Watson is almost incapable of keeping hold of his professional state, drawn to the idea of just one more win, or just enough for rent, and when alcohol is involved (which Watson has no qualms about consuming in the slightest) the allure is almost impossible to ignore. Once he starts he has difficulty pulling himself away, even going so far as drinking himself into a stupor the night before his wedding and getting himself into a very large fight over bids scattered on the floor.
First Person: Sample is here
Third Person: He watched his best friend... the wisest man he'd ever known... die, before his very eyes. They'd locked gazes the moment Watson stepped through the door - he hadn't known what to expect when he walked onto the balcony of the falls, not really, but even with Holmes' last words to him ringing in the back of his mind, the thought of actually losing him was not in his thoughts - and as soon as Sherlock had closed his eyes, pushed off the wall and over... Watson's heart felt like it'd stopped beating, for the briefest of moments. Lost in time. Lost over the falls.
Moving from that spot was like accepting reality, and it was something he refused to do for a good long while before Sim came to collect him, lost in her own misery after the loss of her brother. He stumbled and turned to her, mouth open as if to speak words, but none came.
None came for some time.
He'd been at Sherlock Holmes' side for so long, for so many years, that the thought of actually losing him to a case was quite simply preposterous. They had lived a dangerous life, always on the edge, always a hair's breath away from a wrong move here, or a too-low swipe of a blade there, but luck had always been on their side.
Did you call me a selfish bastard?
Probably.
He was. He did. The selfish, selfish bastard. There had been other ways, there must have been - there was no reason he'd had to - it just didn't add up. Watson had been right there, right in the other room. He could have called for him and he'd -
But there was no use in dwelling. He knew there wasn't, but he couldn't help himself. Every stray thought, every innocent manner of every day life reminded Watson of his friend no matter how much Mary tried to console him. He appreciated her efforts, he truly did, but he was still angry. Hurt.
He should have pulled away from Sherlock Holmes sooner - perhaps it would have softened the numbness in his chest at the loss. But John Watson knew, deep down that he could never do that, not really.
A loyal dog to the end.
Name: Justine
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onetruesikorskyE-mail: Justine.Dillenbeck@gmail.com
AIM/MSN/etc: SilverRustBucket
CHARACTER
Name: John Watson
Canon: Sherlock Holmes
Timeline: Post Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows
Personality: John Watson is, first and foremost, a gentleman. Serving in the Afghan war as a medical man helped to shape him into the man he is today - loyal, honorable, courageous and far from unintelligent. Although neat, tidy, professional, disciplined, and mild-mannered are strong descriptors, John is also the adventurous sort, learning shortly after moving in with the great mind of Sherlock Holmes that he takes great enjoyment out of accompanying him on his cases, helping to solve them, and also ensuring that Holmes doesn't get himself in more trouble than he can handle on his own.
One of the greatest factors of Watson's personality is, in fact, Sherlock Holmes himself. While he is not incapable of existing without the consulting detective, Holmes brings out the best and worst of Watson during their day to day routines. From Watson pulling teeth and slamming open blinds just to get Holmes up and out of his dingy, cluttered rooms to him fighting alongside him against thugs three times their size, Watson is always there, and unerringly loyal.
But living with and working alongside Sherlock Holmes has its... trying times, and although many have come and gone, unable to live with the other man's seemingly never-ending eccentricities, Watson is always the one man that remains at Sherlock's side (often whether Watson likes it or not).
Although he aims for an eventual and healthy domestic relationship with Mary Morstan, John is constantly drawn to the adventurous life that Holmes keeps, and even Holmes himself deduced without difficulty that Watson is 'terrified of a life without the thrill of the macabre', and this can be clearly seen in Watson's continual internal battle of 'just one more time' throughout the entirety of both movies.
John Watson's most notable shortcomings would be his drinking and gambling habits, of which Sherlock is well aware of. When in the presence of a gambling pit Watson is almost incapable of keeping hold of his professional state, drawn to the idea of just one more win, or just enough for rent, and when alcohol is involved (which Watson has no qualms about consuming in the slightest) the allure is almost impossible to ignore. Once he starts he has difficulty pulling himself away, even going so far as drinking himself into a stupor the night before his wedding and getting himself into a very large fight over bids scattered on the floor.
First Person: Sample is here
Third Person: He watched his best friend... the wisest man he'd ever known... die, before his very eyes. They'd locked gazes the moment Watson stepped through the door - he hadn't known what to expect when he walked onto the balcony of the falls, not really, but even with Holmes' last words to him ringing in the back of his mind, the thought of actually losing him was not in his thoughts - and as soon as Sherlock had closed his eyes, pushed off the wall and over... Watson's heart felt like it'd stopped beating, for the briefest of moments. Lost in time. Lost over the falls.
Moving from that spot was like accepting reality, and it was something he refused to do for a good long while before Sim came to collect him, lost in her own misery after the loss of her brother. He stumbled and turned to her, mouth open as if to speak words, but none came.
None came for some time.
He'd been at Sherlock Holmes' side for so long, for so many years, that the thought of actually losing him to a case was quite simply preposterous. They had lived a dangerous life, always on the edge, always a hair's breath away from a wrong move here, or a too-low swipe of a blade there, but luck had always been on their side.
Did you call me a selfish bastard?
Probably.
He was. He did. The selfish, selfish bastard. There had been other ways, there must have been - there was no reason he'd had to - it just didn't add up. Watson had been right there, right in the other room. He could have called for him and he'd -
But there was no use in dwelling. He knew there wasn't, but he couldn't help himself. Every stray thought, every innocent manner of every day life reminded Watson of his friend no matter how much Mary tried to console him. He appreciated her efforts, he truly did, but he was still angry. Hurt.
He should have pulled away from Sherlock Holmes sooner - perhaps it would have softened the numbness in his chest at the loss. But John Watson knew, deep down that he could never do that, not really.
A loyal dog to the end.
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