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Willa MacKenzie Thompson ♘ Professor J. Moriarty (crimelord) wrote in thereincarnates,
@ 2012-03-05 10:18:00

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jonas aldred, willa thompson

Who: Willa Thompson and Jonas Aldred
What: Sherlock pays Moriarty an expected visit
Where: One of Camelot's holding facilities
When: Monday evening, March 5th, 2012
Warnings: Who even knows.

After only three days of being locked in this lifeless cell, Willa Thompson was sure she was going to lose it. Cages weren't her strong suit, not when her mind already was one. At least outside of this place she had an outlet; several in fact. A thousand different ways to express the never ending rage and violence that coursed through her veins. After her confrontation with Charlotte Evans the day before, Willa had refused to speak to anyone else. Not a word, each time a guard came down to assess her she said nothing, her face a stoney mask of barely concealed insanity. She'd never been sane, far from it, and even less so once Professor James Moriarty had taken hold of her all those years ago, but after leaving her locked in a cell with no windows for three days it was really beginning to show.

That was the terrible truth (or one of them) to Jim Moriarty: For as well put together as he was, it really didn't take much for him to begin to unravel.

So here she was, three days later sitting in the same position she had been. On her cot, knees bent, back flat against the wall. Sometimes she got up but only to pace strategically around the room before returning to her former seating arrangement, and even that repetition was beginning to drive her slowly mad. It wasn't until Daniel Morgan himself came down to see her the night before that she finally uttered two words and two words only, her face neutral but her eyes wild.

"Get Sherlock." And then she waited.

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highfunctioning
2012-03-10 01:22 am UTC (link)

The differences between Sherlock and Jonas were really very slim. When one voice overpowered the other, there was no tangible change. It was the stature that truly gave them away. Still, even then, it didn't particularly matter. The men were one in the same down at the core of things. The same could simply be said for Willa and her counterpart. Which made the two of them one side of the other's coin. If Jonas or Sherlock believed in fate, he would see it in the eyes of Willa Thompson.

"We never left," he stated simply, though whether this was Jonas or Sherlock, it now remained unclear. The look on her face said all she needed to say, but it was the laugh that really did the trick. People held a tendency to mock danger, chuckle at even the slightest bit of something difficult to comprehend. Willa laughed to spite. It was intriguing, he would give her that. Ever the puzzle, Professor Moriarty. He just so happened to be an enygma he could understand. Still, hearing her ask him a question did bring ever the proud smile to the reincarnated detective's mouth.

"Really?" He asked, tilting his head just enough to accentuate is quirked brow. "You mean you don't know?" Jonas face lifted in mock, sudden interest. He took another stroll around her back, but this time, he stopped in order to speak at her directly in line with his shoulder. "Think, Willa. After all, it was you whom asked for me. Not the other way around. Do you know why you did? Was it impulse? Fear? Or are you so far gone within the professor himself that you can no understand the way your own mind works?"

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crimelord
2012-03-11 09:51 am UTC (link)

We never left.

No, they hadn't, had they. And yet despite that, they were still as delightfully unpredictable as ever. Willa had to admit the whole thing made her a bit tingly, so perhaps he was right. Maybe he really could give her what no one else could, though she still almost felt the need to defend her Colonel's honor in that statement. They were two very different men in her life, Christian and Jonas. And both gave her pleasure in very different ways.

"Oh, Jonas," Willa nearly purred his name, rolling her eyes dramatically as he circled around her again to speak from her shoulder. He was just so adorable when he went out of his way to make a point. Without answering him immediately she turned swiftly around to face him once more, and getting far too close for comfort. Any minute now those Camelot guards would probably come running down to make sure she hadn't hidden a knife somewhere and was about to lodge it in Jonas' neck. (As if she would kill Jonas this early in the game, that would spoil all her lovely fun.)

"Would any of those answers actually put that mind of yours at ease?" Her smile was deadly and her eyes hooded, they both knew it would never be as simple as that for either of them. That was the beauty of Sherlock and Moriarty, wasn't it? There was never any need for why. They simply were. "If you'd like a simple answer, I can give you one, but we both know you'll never be satisfied with it."

She let out an exaggerated groan then, invading his personal space by drawing herself a threatening step closer to him and ducking her head to the side. "I've been so bored, Jonas. So bored... It's excruciating." She hissed the last word, her expression turning venomous as the sudden spark in her eyes now mocked him. "You should know by now that sometimes we just do things because we can."

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highfunctioning
2012-03-13 01:33 am UTC (link)

It was a difficult thing to wrap his mind around, doing things because one could. Sometimes Jonas found himself wondering how it was people could live on impulse, but it never seemed a serious worry when pondering the existence of James Moriarty. No, this was something about him and her that he knew very well. Excruciatingly well. How could he let that idea slip his mind? Oh, right. He hadn't. When around Willa, Jonas couldn't think of anything else. She consumed him from the inside out. Some may call that romantic; he called it distracting.

"Perhaps you ought to consider a hobby. Murderous intent can only get a person so far, and I'm sure The Resistance is getting along just swimmingly without you." Jonas took a step back, regaining the upper hand when it came to who stood where. "Don't think for a moment that I have forgotten what you're capable of. You may have this trite faction fooled, but it's what you can't do that should have them frightened."

He looked down into Willa's face. She mocked him, but he watched her as though she were nothing more than a science project. "I have all the answers I need." His lids narrowed and his lip curled. "But the question is," Jonas leaned in, his mouth practically flush against her ear. "Do you?" He stood upright, adjusting the collar of his coat. He turned on his heel, feet towards the door.

In his own way, Jonas understood what that meant. Being bored. But that wasn't the end of all things. This was only the beginning. He knew it as well as she did. Who could tell what sort of devastations were to come next? Now that Willa Thompson and Robert Kingsley had been inside the headquarters of her makeshift enemy. He didn't know. He didn't care. The lives to come and go were not his to worry about. Willa was his responsibility. This they all knew. This they couldn't forget.

"I think we're finished here. Thank you for your hospitality, Professor. We really should do this again. Sometime soon."

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crimelord
2012-03-14 01:22 am UTC (link)

Willa merely grinned, fully relishing the moment she was sharing with him. For all that the detective boasted, it was clear to her now that both he and Jonas were floundering. She knew it wouldn't last, and she wouldn't have wished it to. Holmes was much more exciting to her when he was hot on her trail, and she didn't hold it against him that he was still a bit slow in picking up the pace. Sherlock may have been well used to her and the Professor, but Jonas was still brand new to this. With time, she'd break him in. Good and proper.

Her blue eyes glittered dangerously as he stepped back, chastising her on her choice of hobbies. Oh, Holmes. Must you always be so painfully obvious? She said nothing, merely fixed him with an unreadable look as he went on, memorizing the way the muscles in his face twitched as he spoke to her with such barely held contempt. It was fascinating. Everything about him was just fascinating.

When he finally took his leave, Willa didn't stop him. Her grin merely widened as he couldn't help himself from leaning in close to her to make his point. "You really must stop whispering sweet nothings into my ear like this, Jonas. The doctor might find himself jealous."

Her tone was just as mocking, and then she watched him leave, standing as still as a statue in the center of her cell. Jonas wouldn't have any idea until he got home, but she in fact would have all the answers she needed, and soon. The poor detective was so blinded by her, he didn't think to factor in why Willa might need to call him away from his home so suddenly. For as they'd been speaking, her own dear Colonel was currently breaking and entering into the flat marked 221B, just as they'd planned.

"Soon, Mr. Aldred. Very soon."

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