RealisticFantasy
✯ Raccoon Catcher ✯
In a very short period of time, 221 Baker Street would become both famous and infamous as would the name Sherlock Holmes. But, at this time, he was just an intelligent man who helped the police on occasion and was looking for someone to split the rent with. Olivia was not that someone. Olivia wasn’t going to become that someone. In fact, the name of Mr. Holmes was not to cross her keyboard until weeks later and her lips in months.
Olivia sets the box at her feet, swinging the door that allowed her access to a hallway that lead to her apartment and a stairway that lead to her neighbor’s. She lets out a small huff, sitting on the box and pulling out her phone for just long enough to take a picture and give it an exciting caption of "Looks a little rundown but there is potential". Crossing her legs as she types away on her phone, she lifts her gaze to the ajar door and down the hall. This was her home. In a city she doesn't know. In a country she’s never visited previously. Perhaps her spontaneity was a little too spontaneous, even for her.
She quickly got back to her feet as the realization of it all began to sink in. She picks up the box and steps inside her new apartment. It needed paint and carpet and curtains and furniture and much more. But, for now, a box in the center of the floor would have to satiate. It was one of many to come, which were left out in the street because her taxi driver was far too impatient to wait long off for her to lug them all inside. Today was already looking to be one of those days...
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