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Jena Williams ❤ Dr. John Watson (aheavyheart) wrote in thereincarnates,
@ 2012-09-04 15:57:00

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christian malone, jena williams, jonas aldred, willa thompson

Who. Jena Williams, Jonas Aldred, Willa Thompson & Christian Malone
What. Risque outings, mind games & surprise confrontations
Where. Los Angeles, CA (Skin)
When. Tuesday night, September 4th 2012
Warnings. See above.

The last thing Jena wanted to do when she got home from a twelve-hour surgery was spend the night out, but Jonas hadn't given her another option. She'd barely stepped through the front door when the reincarnated detective descended on her with his usual, fast paced babbling. At first his incessant rambles had been difficult for her to decipher, but after a time Jena found it easier and easier to understand the man. Holmes and Jonas were similar in ways she and Watson could anticipate, so by now, she was used to it. She was also used to never really having any peace and quiet anymore, which she didn't necessarily mind. These days, peace and quiet made her nervous. She had her mystery intruder to thank for that. Jena had been staying with Jonas at 221B ever since, and despite her terrible sleeping habits and Jonas's maniacal quirks, she was grateful for the company. Very grateful.

After convincing a very befuddled Jonas that someone else's blood on her scrubs was not a good look for her, Jena showered and changed before resigning to her fate yet again as she walked out the door and onto whatever new lead he'd managed to latch onto tonight. She should have already guessed their target, but she didn't fully realize what they were doing until they were stepping out of the MTN in Los Angeles and standing in front of a place called Skin. Just looking at the outside of the place, Jena wrinkled her nose with distaste, having no desire to step inside. Sure, she was all the way in London, but she'd still heard of this reincarnate favored strip club called Skin. It had quite the sordid history, more so than most strip clubs did, and considering the client base it'd kept before it was closed for a time, Jena could guess what sort of people it catered to now.

"Oh, god. We're going to end up with herpes just from sitting on a chair in this place," Jena groaned, sighing heavily before throwing Jonas a side long glance next to her. She knew there was no convincing him of changing his mind now, not when he was wearing that look. That look of stubborn, single-minded determination whenever Willa Thompson was involved. Just the thought of her name made Jena scowl, having a supreme distaste for the female reincarnate of Professor Moriarty, and that was an understatement. Jena looked down at herself, suddenly realizing she was going to stick out like a sore thumb in this place with a t-shirt and jeans. So, Jena made an impulsive move and ripped the material of her shirt at her torso, tearing the whole section off and letting it drop to the ground, giving Jonas a look as they both made for the entrance. "If even one drooling miscreant in there touches me, you owe me a drink. For each ass grab. And I charge interest."

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highfunctioning
2012-09-05 06:31 am UTC (link)

Fear was a survival mechanism brought about by a very specific stimulus. Be it the dark, a sudden noise — Did the cause truly matter? It was meant to project the threat of danger. Cold sweats, clammy palms, heart beats racing all very rapidly beneath flesh and bone. Yes, fear was a miraculous thing. It was a pity, however, that the man they called Jonas Aldred did not know fear. It had been a long time since the man last realised true horror sat in his gut. Nowadays it would come as a surprise to everyone around him — Namely himself. This evening, it was not different. No, tonight, if Jonas was anything, it was ... excited.

Too long had he awaited another word from the reincarnated professor. This was not fear. This was pure, untouched anticipation. He did not speak his thoughts out loud, but each day without a game from this latest version of Moriarty seemed just a trifle duller than the last. He could not place his finger on why this was, but a silent part of him knew that would never be a particular necessity. For wherever Willa Thompson was involved, there was always something to look forward to. This invitation, though, it appeared on a different note. This was a trap very cleverly disguised as a trap. Any sane man would avoid it; Jonas Aldred was not that man.

He was Sherlock Holmes, the great detective, and with his doting doctor at his side, he showed up precisely where he was needed. Nothing else mattered as they stood before the eagerly thumping club. The place was dingy, disgusting, and droll. The idea of stepping inside nearly seemed too broad a thought process, but this left as quickly as it came, and he pulled the collar of his coat up against the sudden gust of wind of the night, and strolled inside without apprehension. His eyes flitted about, this way and that, and he listened as Jena spoke. His mind was already moving ten miles ahead of his feet. He could tell the occupations and reasons for being here better than the inhabitants of the place could tell themselves. A curse, if this function merited a name.

At the sound of ripping, Jonas drove his attention over to where Jena had finished tearing off some material from her shirt. It littered the floor, and he couldn't help but grin at this motion. "Done. I shall even pay for your clinic tab," it was a poor attempt at humour, but he knew she would find this at least somewhat comforting in a place and a time like this. He did not care what others thought, but the wellbeing of Jena Williams was very high on his priorities list. Something that could only be explained as reincarnation at its highest peak. It helped, naturally, that Jena was important to him in more ways than he could have ever possibly predicted. These were all details to be mulled over later, and at a time when things weren't less foreboding.

No, they were here for a reason. A reason, his mind was leaping and bounding at, that was only known to two people within the club. He did not need to see her to realise her presence was available. And as she slithered her way throughout the far corners or the near crevices of the place, Jonas knew very well. This was no gathering. This was a warning.

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aheavyheart
2012-09-05 08:33 pm UTC (link)

Jena would have hardly believed just a few years ago that she would be in a situation like this. Not just here at a seedy strip joint, though certainly that too, but here. Completely entangled in the affairs of another man who wasn't her fiance, much less a man like Jonas. She never would have believed in a million years that she could be living with another voice in her head, a doctor in his own right, or that she would willingly let herself be dragged along on outings that loosely resembled suicide missions. Jena had never been considered a risk taker, nor someone who stepped a toe out of line where the law was concerned, until she'd met the detective.

Jonas Aldred had come along and changed everything. A welcome change, considering his timing. Her fiance was dead, she was a reincarnate, and the only other person who could possibly understand her and her, him was the reincarnate of the man standing next to them. To say that her feelings for Jonas were all strictly professional would have been a stretch, but those were things not suitable to speak of given their current situation. Still, she knew that her blind devotion to the detective showed more than she meant it to, just as Watson's loyalty to Holmes had always given him away to their enemies. Though the sentiment was different, the truth at the heart of it all remained the same. Holmes was still their greatest weakness, and everyone knew it.

So, the doctor steeled herself against whatever was going to find them in there, drawing in a breath and standing a little taller and with more dignity than she felt as they walked into the club. She'd run her hands repeatedly through the underside of her hair too to create a more unkempt look, creating the illusion of a working woman enjoying her night off with a male companion. Of course, no amount of preparing in the world could have readied her for the blast of heat and sweat that seemed to accost them the second they were through the doors, and Jena looped an arm through Jonas's to keep herself from overreacting. This place was crawling with lowlifes and any one of them could have been Resistance bred, but there was no way to make that distinction.

"I think I like the galas better," Jena muttered quietly to Jonas under her breath, ignoring the looks she was already getting and training her eyes on the balcony floors above them. She couldn't claim to know Willa Thompson or her many elaborate schemes and dealings the way Jonas did, so she had no idea why the woman would be here. But if this place stilled catered to reincarnates on the wrong side of the tracks like the Resistance, then she was obviously up to something. Not having any inkling only made the good doctor in her head more uneasy, and she couldn't blame him. He'd learned the hard way why a man like Moriarty was not to be trifled with, and in a woman now the Professor had made himself no less dangerous. "What now?"