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Sherlock Holmes (reasonbackward) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2010-09-25 20:22:00

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!@event, !closed, jim moriarty, sherlock holmes

WHO: Sherlock Holmes & Jim Moriarty
WHAT: Honesty has some rather interesting results. Or Jim Moriarty acts human.
WHEN: After this & this
WHERE: Jim's flat
RATING: PG
STATUS: In Progress

Sherlock wasn't sure how he felt at the moment. Granted, he often wasn't sure how he felt at most times, but this was even more complicated than any other situation that he'd faced. While nothing certainly excused the way that Jim had conducted his life, the path that he had decided to take since childhood, the events that had seemingly lead up to it gave Sherlock a more firm grounding to understand exactly what had driven Moriarty to do the things that he did. And the idea that a few changes, and it all could have gone a different way was enough to motivate him into an action that he might not would have taken otherwise.

Lingering outside the upstairs flat, Sherlock sighed, pocketing his phone as he approached the door, raising a hand to knock before pushing it open without waiting for an answer. He didn't expect that Jim would shoot him for entering uninvited, and while he was willing to bet that right now was the one moment when Jim actually wouldn't want company, it was perhaps the one that Sherlock could assume he likely needed it the most. Dredging up old memories, likely long since buried and preferably not remembered, was hell on a spirit that have striven to survive past them. That was something that Sherlock knew first hand, and it was something that provoked an empathy in him that Jim couldn't reciprocate, might not understand, but...would hopefully tolerate.

"Looks like John made quite a mess of things," Sherlock called as he stepped into the living room, eyes lingering down to the large, seeping blood stain on the floor and the spatter that had misted on the furniture. "Close range, large caliber, and he waited until you bled out from the looks of it," Sherlock said, crouching next to the blood stain. "You're going to have a hell of a time getting this up."

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crimeconsultant
2010-09-30 01:24 am UTC (link)

Normally, Jim's dark eyes shone with a touch of insanity and no small amount of intelligence. Rarely, if ever, were any true emotions found within their depths unless he happened to be playing a role. Yet now, with memories that were best left buried instead floating about, and with confessions he would never have uttered otherwise now pouring from him without an end in sight, Jim's eyes shone with something else.

Pain. Not physical, but emotional. The sort that had taken a lifetime to accumulate and that he had no feasible way of erasing. The kind that had laid dormant for years in the back of his mind, helping to fuel his disdain and mistrust toward a society that had shunned him. He didn't like the feeling, didn't like the way it had thrown him off his game, and especially didn't like the fact that it likely wasn't set to get reburied until after this whole honesty ordeal had passed. He couldn't function with it in the forefront of his mind and he couldn't go back to ignoring it so easily either. He was stuck with it, at least for the time being. And worse than that, he could already feel that very same pain serving as a motivator for his next little round of the pure, unadulterated truth.

"I was baffled."

The words were spoken softly, so softly that it was clear he was actually using his real voice instead of one of the many he tended to utilize when speaking with others. His gaze remained locked on his tea, brow furrowed into deep lines as he studied the murky liquid and tried not to say what he already knew he was about to say.

"I couldn't understand why the other children acted as they did. Why they taunted and teased, why they didn't see things as I did. For the first time in my life, things didn't make sense. And with neither of my parents willing to explain..." He shrugged, letting himself trail off. What else was there to say, really? Clearly he'd been left to figure it out on his own and hadn't done a very good job of it.

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reasonbackward
2010-09-30 02:02 am UTC (link)

"It was easier to harden, pretend like it didn't matter, figure out how to shut off the part that hurt, and treat them like the ignorant masses that they were. Even if that only made it worse," Sherlock concluded where Jim's statement trailed off. It was all too familiar a situation for him. Sherlock had suffered through the same sort of things and had the same sort of reactions. His just hadn't been quite as extreme as Jim's seemingly had been. A different roll of the dice, a slightly altered situation, and maybe... Just maybe, things would have turned out differently, and Jim would be the one chasing him.

"They used to say that I was worse than all of them, when it came to being cruel," Sherlock said, taking a sip of his tea to calm the nerves that had been building in him. "But if you ask me, there's a difference... There's a difference between being purposefully cruel and stating truths that just happen to be painful to hear."

Between pointing out that someone's parents were likely getting a divorce or that someone's father was sleeping with the babysitter or that their mother had a drinking problem which needed to be addressed...and calling someone a twisted little freak who needed to disappear off of the face of the Earth.

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