Criminal in the making

Thobias Cooper || Sherlock BBC OC || Will RP with any fandom || Tracking: aliasthobias ||

[flawfulll]

People will stab you in your back and then ask why you’re bleeding.

(via danielshrmans)

[aliasthobias]

"Anything I could help you with?"

[prisonersinner]

“— I do not need any help with anything, human.”

[aliasthobias]

"Just thought I'd ask. And why did you call me 'human'? Is that supposed to be an insult?"

[aliasthobias]

"Anything I could help you with?"

[aliasthobias]

"I should probably –… Who are you?"

[aliasthobias]

[ I need some people to RP with, so I'll be posting some starters for my most recent starters and probably one anyone could reply to.

Feel free to send a message if you'd like to plot! ]

[signofthebis]

Sherlock in Black & White [69/∞]

[dontbetedious-blog]

— I don’t believe I requested your input.

[aliasthobias]

"Doesn't mean I'm not allowed to share my opinion, right?"

[torrilla]

Tom Hiddleston by Greg Williams [HQ]

[ordinarypeopleboremearchive-dea]

【 Inside the mind of the ordinary lies a single path ––           But the mind of the genius houses a macrocosm. 】

[ordinarypeopleboremearchive-dea]

The criminal stood there quite warily, eyes first focused upon the other who stood in the room along with him before allowing his eyes to drift away to distract himself from the absolute awkwardness of the silent situation.

"I would rather you not just stand there, darling. Come now, out with it.”

[aliasthobias]

Standing before someone as brilliant as James Moriarty proved to be even more intimidating than expected, which made Thobias stand in silence as he examined the man. After pulling himself together, he realized he should probably say something, anything at all, to avoid looking like an idiot. "My apologies, sir. I just… I just wanted to know if you happen to have a job for me. Doesn't matter what sort of job, I must add."

[luybasha]

[aimingforthekill]

+aliasthobias

[aimingforthekill]

 Sebastian raised an eyebrow but shook the other’s hand. “Who’d ya say ya were again?”

[aliasthobias]

He offered the man a brief smile, feeling rather nervous because he was standing so close to the sniper. "Thobias, sir. Thobias Cooper." he replied. "Um... If you want me to leave, I will. If not, then I'd love to stay and ask you a few questions."

[aliasthobias]

"Sorry to bother you, I’m here to see Moriarty. I’ve got an appointment but I’m much too early. Are you here to see him, too?"

[thesecondhandman-archive]

"…for simplicity’s sake, let’s just say I am Moriarty. What can I help you with?"

[aliasthobias]

"Jesus..." he muttered nervously. "I've been following the news, just like everyone else, I assume, and it started making me want to take someone down. Not just anyone... No. Watson... John Watson."

[aliasthobias]

Behind Bars || Thobias & Sebastian

[gamblingtigersniperarchive]

"Hm?" Sebastian hummed, having not quite heard what Thobias said at first, though he put it together in his head in a moment. "Eh, ‘s’not bad." People generally avoided looking at him as they passed, but there were definitely eyes on the new guy. The fresh meat. But they all knew. If Sebastian had sunk his claws in and made a claim, they were not to touch. 

"You can sit with whoever you want. Heh, or you can try to. Ya wanna be liked? Pull your trousers down an’ bend over a table. Ya wanna be respected? Stick by me." It was a fair enough assessment, really. Sebastian wasn’t just respected, either. He was feared. Not only for his reputation for all he’d done inside, but for who he was outside. They all knew the name ‘Sebastian Moran’, and if they didn’t before, they did now. He walked into the mess hall with a smirk on his lips as people moved out of their way. He joined the back of the line and clapped the man in front of him on the back.

"Oi, Lil’ Mickey. What’s the word? You got what I asked ya for?" The man turned around immediately, grinned broadly, and nodded as quickly as it seemed he could. "Yeah Bash. Yeah. Don’ worry man. I got it. I got it. ‘s’back in my cell. I’ll bring it to you after mess." Sebastian smiled and nodded. "Good man. Line’s movin’." With that, they proceeded through the line, loading up their trays. When he was through, Sebastian lead to a table for four near the wall. Even in the crowded mess hall, that table was always left empty. No one sat there unless invited. “Sit.” He hummed with a smile. 

[aliasthobias]

Thobias kept Sebastian's advice in the back of his mind and tried to act like no harm would be done, despite the way people seemed to look as they passed by. Perhaps it was because of Sebastian's reputation, since apparently he was respected around here, and judging from his way of talking and behaving, he wasn't 'liked'. The answer certainly settled the matter; he'd stick by his cell mate's side, since being liked was something he would now much rather avoid. Once they finally paused in line, he stood right beside Sebastian, letting the man - who apparently was nicknamed Lil' Mickey  - know that he was walking with Sebastian. He followed their conversation with utter interest, wondering what it was what they were speaking of, but apparently he was going to find out soon enough. 

After getting out of line, he made sure to avoid bumping into someone and finally sat down at the empty table when he was told to do so. He pushed his food around with the plastic fork first, wondering what it would taste like. "Is there anything to do around here? A place to train, perhaps?" he asked with a full mouth, deciding the vegetables he started off with weren't all that bad. His eyes wondered from Sebastian's face down to his stomach where the table blocked the rest of the view. It wasn't hard to see that the man was muscular and well-built, and considering Thobias was quite the opposite, he figured it was time to change that to be able to protect himself. "I've seen on the telly that prisoners even work out in their own cells. Perhaps we could do that sometime." he offered before taking a sip of his water to wash down the taste. "We've got plenty of time to kill, right?"

[aimingforthekill]

+aliasthobias

[aliasthobias]

"Oh, no. I do have a reason for being here. I’ve been in contact with your boss just then and he briefly mentioned you. I guess I was just curious…”

[aimingforthekill]

"Curiosity killed the cat." He growled. "So what is it, then? What d’ya actually want?”

[aliasthobias]

"I'll find out about that soon enough." he said a bit nervously, extending his hand to introduce himself. "I wanted to meet you. I suppose you understand that I wasn't able to resist such an opportunity." 

[aliasthobias]

"Hey do you wanna rolepl-‘

(ʘ‿ʘ✿) of fucking course I wanna roleplay don’t even ask

[aimingforthekill]

+aliasthobias

"Ya got somethin’ t’say or are ya just hangin’ about fer no reason?"

[aliasthobias]

"Oh, no. I do have a reason for being here. I've been in contact with your boss just then and he briefly mentioned you. I guess I was just curious..."

[the-tiger-assassin]

Three decided to approach the sniper

vincentslaststand

ask-themorantwins

aliasthobias

Horrible timing. I was eating breakfast.

[aliasthobias]

"Oh, that’s quite alright. I could join you, if you don’t mind. I could certainly use a cup of coffee."

[the-tiger-assassin]

"You’re a polite one, aren’t ya? I’m Sebastian, you take anythin’ with your coffee?

[aliasthobias]

"Thobias Cooper, pleasure to meet you. I suppose I was raised to be, then again, I'd consider it to be quite rude if anyone dared to speak to you in a different way. Just a bit of sugar, thanks."