Who: Jim Moriarty and Sebastian Moran What: Yelling into his cellphone because angry Where: Streets of Lawrence When: Jan 28th Early Rating: R for language Status: Closed
When Jim found himself in America, he was a little upset. But that wasn't really the big deal. The big deal was the fact that he couldn't get hold of anyone he knew. All of the numbers he tried were not going through.
This number has been disconnected. Please hang up and try your call again. This number has been disconnected. Please hang up and try your call again. This number has been disconnected. Please hang up and try your call again. This number has been disconnected. Please hang up and try your call again. This number has been disconnected. Please hang up and try your call again. This number has been disconnected. Please hang up and try your call again.
Drawing in a deep breath, Jim stared down at his mobile clenching and unclenching his empty fist. He attempted another number.
This number has been disconnected. Please hang up and try your ca-
"PLEASE TRY YOUR CALL AGAIN! AGAIN?! I TRIED IT AGAIN YOU STUPID FUCKING DUMB BITCH!" He shouted, raising both hands to his face with a loud sigh and wiping them down as he glared around.
"It's fine. It's fine. Just. Fine. I got this." He said, drawing in another deep breath and fixing his suit coat. "I'll just... get a plane ticket and go back home." He said, briefly considering throwing his phone for all it was worth.