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WHO: Elle Bishop and James Moriarty
WHAT: Gabriel wanted to get Moriarty's attention. He succeeded.
WHEN: The afternoon following this.
WHERE: Elle's pie shop.
RATING: TBD
STATUS: In Progress

Putting on an act, especially an extended one, wasn't an easy task for most people. They tended to buckle about the time the questions got personal or things got tricky. They often confessed very soon after attempting the ruse, tearfully hoping for some sort of forgiveness or understanding. Jim Moriarty, however, was not most people. He didn't cry, he certainly didn't ask for forgiveness or understanding, and he never let his act fall short of the mark. No matter how much he had to make up, what lies had to be kept straight, or what else he might have to do, once he took on a role for whatever reason, he stuck with it until the very end.

Of course, in most situations he could come and go as he pleased which made the ruse much easier to maintain. It was one thing to be someone for a few hours. It was quite another to be them all the time. Not to mention, the longer the con, the better the odds were that he'd be found out. Still. It had yet to happen and, although Colligo was hardly the same as back home, he was fairly certain it wouldn't happen here either. Yes he would have to make absolutely sure that his path never crossed with a select few but, so long as he played his hand right, that really shouldn't be a problem.

Which is why he waited until the pie shop was virtually deserted before stepping foot inside. He'd passed by a few times, on the opposite side of the street, and watched as patrons came and went. Finally, though, there was only one customer inside and, better than that, only one person working. The very person he was wanting to meet in fact.

It hadn't taken much work for him to figure out a few things about the man who had come to pay him a little visit the night before. His name was Gabriel, he had two children - one that was quite a bit older than the other - and was involved (although not married, apparently) to a woman by the name of Elle Bishop. There was more, of course, but for now that was the important part. Particularly the last little bit. Because if there was ever a way to get to someone, their significant other was the fastest, and often the best, way to do it. So he'd done a little more digging and found out about the quaint little pie shop that the woman owned.

And just like that, the game had begun.

He stepped inside as the other customer left, pausing just within the doorway to glance around with a light smile on his face. Dressed in a pair of jeans and a plain, button-up shirt with just a touch of a stain on one of the sleeves, Jim looked nothing like himself at the moment. Which is just how he wanted it.