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OOC; Brb
Like if I owe you something, and I'll respond asap.
Or badger me with messages. I promise I don't mind :D
Alex could see that his dad didn’t know who he was…again. He shook his head. “I turned 21 in October. I’m plenty old enough to be wandering the streets alone. The name’s Alex.”
“I admire your spirit. You remind me of me, at your age… though, you could use a haircut, and a pocket knife.” Jim tilted his head at his own words, confused by their sound. When did he become so /parental/? He frowned. “There’s something about you, Alex. Something, it seems, I have taken to. Why?”
The rebel son.
Alex shook his head again, rolling his eyes. Reaching around to his back pocket, he withdrew a knife, presenting it to Jim. "But I'm not getting a haircut." He returned his knife to its place, crossing his arms over his chest. "I don't know, Jim. You tell me."
Jim's eyes scanned the young man for a moment, head cocking slightly to the side. It wasn't until he met the other man's eyes that he realized, face twisting with confusion. "You're-" He breathed a laugh. "Well, this is a bit.. unexpected. I'm not entirely sure what to say.... Go to your room?"
askcriminal is following Sherlock...
“James Moriarty…Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes. Dear Jim, what are you doing here?”
"Don't be obvious, Sherlock. You know why I'm here. I'm come to sing about Fa la la la la and blowing things up, of course. How are the valiant knights of Bakerstreet? Still making fuss over dead people?"
+askcriminal
“Hello, I’m Clara. How can I help you?”
“Victorian dress? It appears I might have found myself lost. Jim Moriarty, Consulting Criminal.”
Clara looked at him, eyeing him up and down. “Well, how else am I supposed to dress.” She asked him, placing her hands on her hips. “Moriarty? Isn’t that the name of a character from the Sherlock Holmes stories? I might be mistaken but I think it is….”
“Well, most women have no shame. It’s nice to see a woman that wears actual clothes for a change.” Jim quirked a brow, a smile catching his lips. “Stories? You mean the blogs? My dear, there’s far better reading to be done than that, I assure you.”
Clara looked down at her clothes before looking up at him. “Tell you what, there’s a lot better dressed women out there then me. Women who wear more clothes than this.” She said glancing back up at him. ”Blogs? What are those? Don’t insult my intelligence. I mean the actual stories, books and the like.”
Jim took a moment to process the comments made, taking her person into account. This was new. "I'm no character, my dear. But I do believe we have a problem here..." He trailed off to pull a package of gum from the contents of his pocket. He took one from the plastic case and popped it into his mouth, offering her the rest. "Gum?"
“Hullo. How’s it going?”
“Aren’t you a bit young to be wandering these parts of London, alone?” Jim quirked a brow. “Jim Moriarty. And you are?”
Alex could see that his dad didn’t know who he was…again. He shook his head. “I turned 21 in October. I’m plenty old enough to be wandering the streets alone. The name’s Alex.”
"I admire your spirit. You remind me of me, at your age... though, you could use a haircut, and a pocket knife." Jim tilted his head at his own words, confused by their sound. When did he become so /parental/? He frowned. "There's something about you, Alex. Something, it seems, I have taken to. Why?"
+doctor-ina-trenchcoat
“It’s not often men wear casual suits. It’s… refreshing, to say the least.” Jim shrugged his shoulders, hands buried within his pockets. “You seem familiar as well. Have you been on television before? Perhaps in news reports?”
“Well…thats entirely possible. I’ve been everywhere.” His usually cheesy grin spread across his face as he glanced at the man who stood before him. “Moriarty….you’re a character from a book. Though I know better than to deny the impossible. Oh how I love new things.”
"You are the second person to address me as a character from a book... Now I'm curious." He stated, lifting a hand to his lips to hide the faintest of amused smirks. "I know you... you're the man in the police box. The one that always shows up to save the day. Is it possible for two impossible characters to meet at once, or does that create some sort of rift in time?"
+askcriminal
“Hello, I’m Clara. How can I help you?”
“Victorian dress? It appears I might have found myself lost. Jim Moriarty, Consulting Criminal.”
Clara looked at him, eyeing him up and down. “Well, how else am I supposed to dress.” She asked him, placing her hands on her hips. “Moriarty? Isn’t that the name of a character from the Sherlock Holmes stories? I might be mistaken but I think it is….”
"Well, most women have no shame. It's nice to see a woman that wears actual clothes for a change." Jim quirked a brow, a smile catching his lips. "Stories? You mean the blogs? My dear, there's far better reading to be done than that, I assure you."
+doctor-ina-trenchcoat
“Moriarty…I’ve heard that name before. Oh, I’ll figure that out later.” He let out a light laugh “Fashion sense you can appreciate? Well thank you, Bow ties are cool after all.”
"It's not often men wear casual suits. It's... refreshing, to say the least." Jim shrugged his shoulders, hands buried within his pockets. "You seem familiar as well. Have you been on television before? Perhaps in news reports?"
+doctor-ina-trenchcoat
"You've a fashion sense I could appreciate, which is rare. Jim Moriarty. How might I be of service?"
+askcriminal
“Hello, I’m Clara. How can I help you?”
"Victorian dress? It appears I might have found myself lost. Jim Moriarty, Consulting Criminal."
+askcriminal
“Hullo. How’s it going?”
"Aren't you a bit young to be wandering these parts of London, alone?" Jim quirked a brow. "Jim Moriarty. And you are?"
OOC;
It is time for resting and writing more of my Doctor-is-Sherlock's-Dad Fic. If anyone wants to beta or whatever, shoot me your email and I'll send you links. IT'S A BIG CONSPIRACY THEORY, FOLKS.
Anyway... Like the post if I owe you something and I'll get to you as soon as I'm back. <3 Thanks to everyone for the follows and the sticking around. You guys are awesome.
You’re great at your job and could offer valuable commentary, having working for the the British Government himself. That and I appreciate your attitude, when it is given. The world could do with more women saying ‘no’ once in a while.
Well isn’t that sweet?
I can say no all you want, love- doesn’t mean I’m not good with yes either.
Essentially I’d be a spy in my current employment spot? Or would I be…reassigned?
Assuming you accepted the position, you could stay where you are and spy. You would be my personal informant. You have to admit, that sounds so much nicer than secretary.
askcriminal started following you
“You can’t tell when someone is going to end up dead, Jim.. I always come in on Christmas if they need someone.. no one else will.”
"You should stop being so nice about everything, My dear. Take the evening off, enjoy the night while you can, flirt with someone. Work cannot be the basis of your life, Molly. If it is, you'll end up as consumed as I."
Askcriminal started following you
Moriarty, wasn’t expecting to see you here- I do hope you aren’t planning to strap me to a semtex bomb-vest, because I was rather enjoying this evening.
Been there, done that. Why threaten lives on a holiday such as Christmas when New Years is right around the corner? Good to see you, Inspector. Still keeping the incompetence of Sergeant Donovan about? She does make you look more intelligent...
“Dear me, dear me. We really are the same person, aren’t we? I admire your willingness to debate, even respect it, so I find you anything but a nuisance… you’re me and I am you. We can split the Édouard Manet and Claude Monet paints between ourselves. Famous paints should be appreciated, not sold to some collector to collect dust. What a waste!”
“Ah, glorious fanfare, he’s had an epiphany! Yes, Jim, we are the same person. We are. Yes, yes, we’re one and all of that smooth jazz. I cannot agree with you more. While I must say I’m more of a fan of Monet’s work, I can definitely comply with taking a few Manet pieces. A waste, indeed… just like most of society today, don’t you think?”
"Good thing we aren't entirely the same, I'm more of a Manet lover, things work out better this way. We live in a society that it is acceptable to show naked photos of yourself, but not to speak your mind. A waste it is. I'd really like to blow it all to pieces for New Years, but explosives have been done. Any ideas?"
I’m curious though, since this is not the first time you’ve propositioned me-what could a man like you want with a woman like me?
You're great at your job and could offer valuable commentary, having working for the the British Government himself. That and I appreciate your attitude, when it is given. The world could do with more women saying 'no' once in a while.