Nobody is smart but Daryl Hockney (the_automaton) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2010-12-18 23:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | moriarty, sherlock holmes |
Who: Daryl and Adam
What: A run in
Where: Bathos lobby
When: Midday Friday
Warnings: Adam and Daryl come packaged with extreme mood whiplash. And really bizarre emotions.
He left work early on Friday, unable to find the motivation to accomplish anything on his desk. He had informed his boss of his arrest, and, much to his surprise, still had a job. That, he supposed, said something. He just wasn’t sure what. Because he didn’t care. It was a funny thing. His apathy, so long a weapon and shield, was becoming less and less useful. It was rusting and withering under the weight of uncertainty.
Adam, who had never spent a moment of his life uncertain, found it disquieting.
Of course he wouldn’t be stealing pieces of fine art in the foreseeable future, that was simply idiotic. Theft of any kind would likely see him an in uncomfortable situation. Which meant he had to lay low and find another way to occupy himself. But with what. Certainly not Daryl. She was likely gloating over her victory and wouldn’t give him a second glance. That thought brought up a whole different set of conflicting emotions. Regret, disgust, shame. Embarrassment, frustration, irritation.
He checked his mail. Nothing was there, but he wasn’t surprised. The DA had promised a very quiet consideration of his crimes, and the evidence would be reviewed by a grand jury. His lawyer didn’t believe the police had enough to land him with a conviction, and Adam was inclined to agree. The grand jury would send the actual thieves along to court; his case would be dismissed.
In the world of his own thoughts, he made his way across the lobby, not paying attention to anything around him, and not caring if he might cross someone’s path. It just didn’t matter.