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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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aloadedgun
2012-09-16 05:31 am UTC (link)

Christian watched the Detective, anxiously awaiting his answer. He might not have spoken a word, but he knew precisely what was running through Willa's head, as she knew what was going on in his. Some people might call them two halves of the same coin. As Watson was to Holmes, he was to Willa. He, however, wasn't a sidekick. Some lackey to be apprehended by the shadows. Christian was the shadows. He was an equal to Willa. He was her right hand. He stood at her side and they were not different.

Jonas' gaze did not harden. Ah, but he did see the look upon Jena's face. The glaring daggers in her eyes pointed directly in the direction of Willa's devoted pet. He glanced at the man, attempting to drink in more of the situation. It didn't take long for him to do precisely that. He was, after all, the great Sherlock Holmes. Jena was attempting to tell him that this man, whomever he was, was the one causing all the problems in her life. The root of her night terrors, the reason she could no longer sleep without a gun beneath her pillow. This was Sebastian Moran.

"Quite sure," He took one step forward now. Were he capable of showing affection, now would be the time to place a comforting hand on Jena's shoulder, throw her a hidden message via his words. Instead, Jonas looked down at her, gave her a nod perhaps only the Colonel himself would notice, and did his best to keep his grip behind his back. Rarely did he resort to violence, but the tension in the room was growing thick, and he found himself increasingly more annoyed with this speechless man. "I'm curious, however, to know if you, yourself, are prepared for such a thing."

Christian could see the calculations falling into place in the other man's skull, as if he was projecting them for all the world to see. He knew now. Now he knew. How good of him to finally keep up. There was only one person James Moriarty kept in such close company. Even in this life, a blind man could see the truth. He turned his chin just enough to capture Jena's gaze. This time, he grinned fully. As if to say something only she could understand.

Our game has already begun, Doctor.

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aheavyheart
2012-09-16 06:48 pm UTC (link)

Jena wasn't afraid for her life. Maybe she should have been, but she wasn't. There was nothing that particularly terrified her about Willa Thompson, though she certainly was wary. The female crime lord had proven herself to be as unpredictable as her reincarnate and just as resourceful, in just a few months time managing to completely entangle both the detective and the doctor in her near deadly mischief. She had no limits, no conscious, no heart. These were all very terrifying things, but they were also known to both Jena and Jonas. It was the unknown that frightened Jena, and the unknown was currently grinning at her in the face.

She knew him. She'd known his voice the second he'd spoken, a verbal reminder pulling at the very edges of her memory from years ago. Then she was able to see his face, and she knew. She knew. He'd been friends with her late husband. ... Fiancee. She had to remind herself with a certain pang of regret. She and Tom had never actually been married. He'd died before they could. Was this all just a terrible coincidence? It couldn't be. Staring up at the man she once knew with angry eyes only made more dramatic by the dark make-up she wore, Jena knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that there was nothing about her life that was coincidence.

The sound of Willa's laughter cut through the silence in the room like a knife, causing Jena to flinch, though she was still gagged so she couldn't make a sound. That was when her eyes finally returned to Jonas and she caught the nod he gave her, giving him an answer that only her eyes spoke of. Willa's laugh was short but cruel, clearly enjoying the charade and not at all concerned with whatever Jonas had just insinuated as he took a step closer. "My dear detective," the reincarnate of Moriarty gloated. "How terribly lost in the woods you are. Please, by all means. Untie her. She's of no use to this discussion with that thing in her mouth."

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highfunctioning
2012-09-17 05:49 pm UTC (link)

This discussion, as if binding and gagging were any kind of beneficial to the art of conversation. No, like Moriarty before her, Willa Thompson did not do things simply. This was to be more than a discussion. And yet he, with all his genius, could not foresee what Willa had in her sights. It wasn't something he despised. In some ways, it was what he admired about the woman. But he would hardly say something out loud. Especially in the presence of his companion. He would never hear the end of it, and even he could tell that was something better kept within one's own mind. Sherlock would silently agree with him. He typically did anymore.

Jonas moved forward once his permission was given and quickly removed the gag from his partner's mouth. "Are you all right?" He asked her, examining the lines the restriction had left on her cheeks. There would be time for questions, but that seemed the most important. He set to work on untying her, allowing the binds to fall. Instead of being able to linger and further take a look at the indentions left on her skin, the man at Willa's side grabbed Jonas by the arm with a near inhuman grip and brought him back to where he once stood. His eyes met Jonas' own and they seemed to say You were given one task, no more.

The man then grabbed Jena by the same arm. His stony expression turned into that of an amused, taunt of a grin, and he shoved the doctor up and towards her precious detective. When this was completed, he pushed the chair in, folded his arms, and returned to Willa's side without a sound. Even in the light, the man remained a ghost. The detective's mind was reeling, as the reincarnated soldier knew it would be. All was falling into place without their realizing it.

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crimelord
2012-09-19 05:10 pm UTC (link)

It was hard not to smile as Christian went about his business, but Willa's eyes only briefly found his before they returned to the pair of enemies now standing across from them. Jena was gripping the detective's arm like a life line, still unable to speak it seemed despite the fact that her bonds had been removed, and still glaring hard at Willa's companion. It made Willa gloat inwardly, to know that she had truly gotten under the good doctor's skin. It was even easier than cutting through warm butter, and just as delicate. Willa did smile then, locking eyes with Jena and the doctor couldn't look away. They stared at each other until someone spoke again, and of course it was the professor.

"You've reached the precipice of this journey, Mr. Aldred," Willa broke through the silence in a bored voice, finally looking away from the doctor to get a look at her arch nemesis. He wasn't the easiest man to read, just like his counter part, but Jonas was still a man and even he had little ticks. Little giveaways that pointed to human weakness. Jena Williams was definitely one. Any other weaknesses he might have, Willa was patient enough to wait out. She stood perfectly still, almost eerily so next to Christian, the two of them resembling something akin to a stone wall for all that neither of them moved or spoke unless it was necessary. For Willa now it was necessary, but Christian's ghost was almost as loud as her when she spoke.

"As you can see, you've found nothing here. Whatever you came here looking for, it's already gone. You're too late, and you still won't understand why. You're out of your depth here, Holmes. I'll always be one step ahead of you. The only question is, will you tread carefully into the abyss? Or jump in head first. As entertaining as the latter would be, I am hoping you'll see reason to take the first."

Willa's smile was poisonous, eyes sharp as blue sulfate. She and Christian had already concluded their business here awhile ago, knowing the detective and his pet would follow them here and waiting for them to do so. It was still a game the four of them were playing, but it seemed that only Willa and Christian were aware of the rules. The stakes? Well, the stakes were pretty obvious, placed right in between them as they stood opposite the other on both sides. But who would jump first and enter the race? That still remained to be seen.

"You're as crazy as he was," Jena growled, dark eyes clouded with alarm and Willa only smirked. Out of her mind? Yes, she very well might be.

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aloadedgun
2012-09-23 04:42 am UTC (link)

Christian observed as the Doctor held fast to the Detective's arm. He provided an anchor for her that the Soldier did not understand. He, however, had no problem with this. It was simply an intriguing sight the way they stood as polar opposites to himself and the Professor. How dull their lives were, the inhabitants of 221b. He had seen them in action. Watched them from day to day. Nothing had changed in between their two lives. They had moved back into routine, even despite the fact they could be someone new within a matter of simple seconds. Could Christian feel, he might feel pity for them. Pity that their lives were so fleeting and small. But he had no reason to feel something for the two standing in front of him. None whatsoever.

The Detective did not so much as flinch as he watched Willa speak. He took in her words, and Christian knew at this point he'd taken time to infer several different outcomes to this little party of theirs. What he would never understand was why they did what they did. Why Christian stood by so faithfully when it was obvious his employer was a lunatic. Loyalty was a tricky thing, and in the hands of the wrong person, it could do a good deal of damage. How good, then, that Willa and her companion lived to destroy what they had the rights to.

"That may be," whether he was referring to one female or the other remained to be seen, but his eyes of ice stared down his opponent without a flicker of fear. "Perhaps, then, we should consider this meeting adjourned for the evening," the room was growing tighter, the air harder to circulate. Genius was stuffing out ego, and and Jonas' mind was rolling at speeds he couldn't particularly calculate. "We will see each other soon, I'm sure. I should hope next time you find it within your realm of capability not to capture my companion to call for my attention, Miss Thompson. Your basic needs really ought to be toned back a dial."

Pursing his lips, he steadied Jena and turned to exit the room. "Good evening, Miss Thompson. Colonel." Jonas nodded. Christian grinned.

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