Thread: The Deduction of Human Emotions (Dreamer- and Elise)

Sherlock had the smallest frown on her face as she watched Joan consider the question eyes squinted in concentration while she tried her best to read the other womans mind. Of course, it was no use. All the powers of deduction couldnt let anyone figure out what another other person was thinking. Sherlock was no exception, even with all of her skills in that department. This little fact was frustrating beyond belief. But Sherlock could at least take solace in the ability to tell from body language Joans emotions or feelings on different subjects. Reading basic moods from small twitches of the mouth, eyes, or body was the easiest thing, if you paid attention. Those signs could tell many other things, for example if a person is lying or telling the truth. Luckily enough for Sherlock, Joan decided to share her thoughts. Responding that she had no idea why she didnt want to go out with anyone, and that it felt wrong. This made the corners of Sherlocks mouth curl upward slightly, and her pupils start to dilate. Unlike the small smile that vanished after a moment, Sherlocks pupils were still wide and the only indicator that she was very pleased with the response. Now youre just over exaggerating. I dont need to be looked after like a child. Im not that bad, Sherlocks frown was deeper this time as she thought over Joans comment. Besides, I would never put any cadaver of mine on the sofa. What use is it there? And just so you know, I hate monkeys, theyre disgusting. I would more likely start keeping bees, at least theyre interesting. She was all serious, unable to detect that Joans comment was a joke. She then set both elbows on the table and steepled her fingers against her lips, staring at Joan as she thought. The next comment made by Joan went over Sherlocks head completely, and she was just about to give a generic response when she finally realized what was asked. This particular question was unsettling to the Consulting Detective, and the rare expression of shock passed over her features. She had never considered that possibility, it was too horrific to think of. What would she do if there was never another case to solve? If there had never been any cases to solve? I dont know. I suppose suicide would be considered. She stated, seeing no other option. Without the cases, she had no outlet. Everything would be black and white, simple and clean cut with no other possibilities and no puzzles to solve. That, along with only two other things she could think of, would be Sherlocks own personal Hell. It would be like an addict going through an endless detox. The symptoms would never subside, but slowly get more and more unbearable. Then one day, when you find the pain to persistent, you climb to the roof of the nearest building and jump, just to end the agony. Her tone while giving her answer was neutral and completely void of emotion, her expression was the same. Yet at that moment Sherlock could feel an invisible force press heavy onto her chest, constricting her breath. She had never felt like this before, so it took her a moment to realize what it was panic. But . . . why? She instantly sat back in her chair, distributing her weight. Then sliding her hands into her lap and under the table. She knew that her body was starting to take priority over her mind, and didnt want the slight tremor of her hands visible to Joan. She hadnt even known she had an irrational fear, she was always able to separate fact from fiction, and use logic to assess situations. Her bodys response was defiantly not a rational one in relation to the subject it was clear that having a perfect and harmonious world would never be possible. The adrenal gland must have been triggered to release hormones and cause the classic fight or flight response. To counter the chemical reaction going on in her brain, Sherlock forced her body to relax then took a few deep breaths. When she realized that her reaction might have worried Joan she pulled into attention. Yet in truth not much changed about her demeanor, the short laps of turmoil happened mainly inside Sherlocks own head. She might had looked shocked by the question but nothing more then a little put off. Logic told her everything was fine, and that was why the panic passed almost as soon as it appeared. Yet that reaction was able to take control because of normal human paranoia, something Sherlock thought she hadnt been cursed with, but alas, she was proved wrong. She was soon back to normal and giving a small smirk to Joan only the experienced Sherlock Watcher would have been able to detect if anything was wrong. . . Well, had been. And in response to my activities until a new case . . . I suppose I could go over to Barts and see if Molly has anything for me. I need a whole cadaver to successfully complete the next experiment I have planned. Sherlocks eyes instantly brightened as she spoke, a ting of excitement in her voice. Sure it wasnt anything as wonderful as say, a triple homicide. But it would keep her busy, and hopefully from tearing up the flat she had to live in.