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Introducing a New Character...
Jun. 7th, 2016 10:40 pmTitle: #StarringJackSohn
Fandom: Elementary
Name of OC: Jack Sohn (played by John Cho)
Word Count: 402
Joan flung the door open and beamed. "Jackie!" she cried to the man standing, duffel in hand, on the stoop. "Oh, it's great to see you!"
The man dropped the duffel as he wrapped her in his arms. "Joanie, baby, likewise!" He held her at arm's length. "You're looking good, cousin," he winked. "Come in, come in," she urged him, and the two entered the brownstone, bumping shoulders and grinning happily. She gestured at the coat rack and eyed his duffel. "That's all you brought? Aren't you here for a while??
He dropped the bag, unwound the scarf, and pulled off his leather jacket, depositing all on or around the coat rack. "Aw, left most of my stuff at the theater, easier that way. Modern dress Shakespeare, wearing a lot of my own clothes." He stood and looked around the flat speculatively. Joan shrugged. "It's not much, but it's home. And then some." She gestured him through the dining room, past the lock wall and crime-photo-adorned fireplace, and drew him into the kitchen. "And here's the 'and then some.' She gestured at Sherlock, sitting intently in front of a laptop. "Sherlock!" she called with raised voice. "Head's up! My cousin's here! Jack, meet my flatmate and work partner, Sherlock Holmes. Sherlock, my cousin Jack Sohn."
Sherlock jerked his head up and fixed the newcomer with his eagle-eyed stare. What he saw was an attractive man, about Joan's age, seemingly totally at ease, smiling and gazing right back. "Sherlock, pleased to meet you."
"Yes, indeed," responded Sherlock vaguely, then his voice sharpened. "Modern day Shakespeare? Off off Broadway, i presume?"
Jack laughed as he pulled up a chair. Joan bustled around, ultimately putting a mug of tea and plate of fruit and cookies in front of him. "Yeah, I know, sounds cheesy, but it's really kind of cool. It's ... well, they are pulling in all the non-white actors from LA and the provinces. Shakespeare of Color, y'know? Like, an artistic statement of sorts." He shrugged, a bit apologetically.
Sherlock leaned forward and his eyes gleamed. "Quite the contrary. I find such statements against...isn't it being called 'whitewashing'?...entirely apt and it is to be hoped successful at forcing a tipping point. Do tell me more about the parts you've been engaged to play." He plucked a piece of fruit from the plate and looked rapt as Jack expounded, and Joan looked on in amazement.
Fandom: Elementary
Name of OC: Jack Sohn (played by John Cho)
Word Count: 402
Joan flung the door open and beamed. "Jackie!" she cried to the man standing, duffel in hand, on the stoop. "Oh, it's great to see you!"
The man dropped the duffel as he wrapped her in his arms. "Joanie, baby, likewise!" He held her at arm's length. "You're looking good, cousin," he winked. "Come in, come in," she urged him, and the two entered the brownstone, bumping shoulders and grinning happily. She gestured at the coat rack and eyed his duffel. "That's all you brought? Aren't you here for a while??
He dropped the bag, unwound the scarf, and pulled off his leather jacket, depositing all on or around the coat rack. "Aw, left most of my stuff at the theater, easier that way. Modern dress Shakespeare, wearing a lot of my own clothes." He stood and looked around the flat speculatively. Joan shrugged. "It's not much, but it's home. And then some." She gestured him through the dining room, past the lock wall and crime-photo-adorned fireplace, and drew him into the kitchen. "And here's the 'and then some.' She gestured at Sherlock, sitting intently in front of a laptop. "Sherlock!" she called with raised voice. "Head's up! My cousin's here! Jack, meet my flatmate and work partner, Sherlock Holmes. Sherlock, my cousin Jack Sohn."
Sherlock jerked his head up and fixed the newcomer with his eagle-eyed stare. What he saw was an attractive man, about Joan's age, seemingly totally at ease, smiling and gazing right back. "Sherlock, pleased to meet you."
"Yes, indeed," responded Sherlock vaguely, then his voice sharpened. "Modern day Shakespeare? Off off Broadway, i presume?"
Jack laughed as he pulled up a chair. Joan bustled around, ultimately putting a mug of tea and plate of fruit and cookies in front of him. "Yeah, I know, sounds cheesy, but it's really kind of cool. It's ... well, they are pulling in all the non-white actors from LA and the provinces. Shakespeare of Color, y'know? Like, an artistic statement of sorts." He shrugged, a bit apologetically.
Sherlock leaned forward and his eyes gleamed. "Quite the contrary. I find such statements against...isn't it being called 'whitewashing'?...entirely apt and it is to be hoped successful at forcing a tipping point. Do tell me more about the parts you've been engaged to play." He plucked a piece of fruit from the plate and looked rapt as Jack expounded, and Joan looked on in amazement.
