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Jim Moriarty will turn you into shoes (sooochangeable) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2012-01-08 08:01:00

Entry tags:

emma swan, jim moriarty

Who: Jim Moriarty and Emma Swan
What: The Consultant Criminal Arrives
Where: A Lawrence Park
When: Early on the 8th
Rating: TBD (Moriarty so there's violent imagry)
Status: In Progress

So it hadn't worked for her, the one that called herself 'The Woman'. Poor Irene had let the Virgin get to her and now she'd find herself unfortunate enough to fall into some trouble in the middle east. Tragic of course, but he really couldn't do with having a loose end that close to Sherlock. It was a pity, she'd had some promise but he was never too surprised when people turned out disappointing. He'd forgone the shoe threat in favour of just letting her run herself into trouble and making sure his people talked to people who would do the job quick and cleanly. Sherlock would thank him one day, if he didn't kill him first. He'd probably kill him first, seemed to be the way things were going.

Jim lay back on the bed, still dressed in one of the Westwood suits he so loved, sans jacket of course. Contrary to popular belief, monsters did need to sleep. And he always slept well, none of the foolish tossing and turning guilt brought. He slept when he needed to and it had been a long morning and would only get longer, He had a meeting in three hours so there was time to rest. Productive though, the Iceman had sulked more than a little when the whole Bond Air thing had fallen apart. And money had changed hands and people were happy. Score one more for the Consultant Criminal. Oh he was still out there. Sherlock Holmes, he'd escaped by lucky timing. The fact he was still in the world though, it wouldn't do at all. It was with thoughts and methods for killing the great detective on his mind that Jim finally drifted off, he fully expected to be waking up with those same thoughts on his mind. Or at least to the sound of his phone.

He hadn't expected exposure to do it. He was cold and as he opened his eyes it was dark.

Had someone actually managed to...

No that would be ridiculous.

But then where was he? Certainly not London. In fact nowhere familiar at all. For a moment Jim Moriarty was without a plan, and frankly he'd never been more bothered by anything in his life. Reaching for his phone he quickly decided to put that to rights, calling one of his contacts and vowing to barbecue alive whoever had done this to him and make their accomplices watch. And then make them eat them.

When the first ten hadn't answered, the worry properly set in. Something was very wrong here

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sooochangeable
2012-01-11 06:45 pm UTC (link)

Well there was that. Maybe this seal thing would bring Sherlock here. He couldn't deny he sort of wanted that to happen. He'd had such plans for the detective and now without those he'd have to figure out what to do. He'd need to rebuild. That was what she was telling him, no money. No contacts. He'd have to start again in this ridiculous place. But he'd done it once he could do it again. It wouldn't take him long.

And finally she offered to lead him to the complex where she said everyone found their feet having gotten dropped into the world. It was irritating, it was an inconvenience. And he didn't understand how, and that was probably the worst thing out of the lot.

"And how would I go about that? Preventing demon possession. Getting an ID, is that all normal for newcomers. Does it happen that easily?"

Illegality but he wasn't surprised, pulled across worlds he fully expected people would do what they had to to survive. He liked that, made them prime targets if it came to it. For now though, loathe as he was to say it, he needed them. He needed to understand this place before he made his next move. He was a patient man but it was annoying all the same.

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lostfairytale
2012-01-12 07:14 am UTC (link)

"There's classes and things. And people who live around here who know a hell of a lot more about it than I do. There's people who can get you identification, too. Pretty passable, too, I'd say." Had to be. If it weren't for all those fake documents, she wouldn't have a job. And she needed to keep busy or else she'd just dwell and that didn't look good on anyone. "So basically what I'm saying is, all you have to do is ask."

Emma felt kind of bad for the guy, but hey, he wasn't the first and he wouldn't be the last dropped here. He'd survive. And he seemed smart, asking all the right questions. Maybe too smart. He'd be one to watch, that much was certain. "We're all kind of in this together, I guess. I mean, no one expects it, right? But we're here anyway. So we help out where we can. The kitchen's well stocked so you can actually eat till you're on your feet. The place is secure enough and like I said, we can get you one of those amulet things that'll prevent demons or whatever."

She gave a shrug, nodding towards a building a few blocks away. "That's it. Looks normal enough. We try and blend in, the normal people here, the non-seal-brought-in-ones, most of them have no idea."

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