You can call me Jim.

Jim Moriarty, hello. I'm the oldest James--not to be confused with my brothers... who are also called James... I know, such wonderful parents. On the upside, they never got us mixed up with each other. Like I said, my name's Jim. I'm twenty-three and currently attending Trinity College in Dublin in hopes of becoming a maths professor... that is, if I don't get bored along the way. It's a bit difficult to keep me entertained these days, if I'm honest. Who knows? Maybe something interesting will come along... or someone. [[ Independent young!Jim, RPs with anyone (preferably WhoLock). OC FRIENDLY! ]]

[alientrashlord]

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[Well. Shit. Retreat, retreat… or carry on blindly, that’s fine as well. Perfecting the art of cognitive manipulation could become very useful in the future, after all. He raises an eyebrow, head tipping to the right.] It’s just a part-time thing. I have to put my way through university somehow, don’t I?

[calledsecretforareason-deactiva]

[Not much time for recovery, and little reaction.] Oh! Sure, right…sorry, really terribly sorry. I thought…yeah. [Cal managed a sheepish grin, and reached up to rub his hand on the back of his neck.] What are you studying?

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No need to apologise. [He smiled and shrugged one shoulder, using his thumb to spin the ring on his right middle finger.] Maths, I actually just started my final year. And you? What do you do with your electronic reports?

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In the new classrooms? [He’s working in a school, then? But that makes no sense. He’s studying to teach maths, not work in IT… do schools even have IT? Why would he work in a school if he wasn’t a teacher, anyway? After realising that he’s spent probably far too long in silence, Jim shook his head.] I’m not the one you want to ask about that.

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No…I would think not. [Cal found himself becoming fascinated, simply watching the man’s face. Forty-three muscles in the face, combining to form millions of different combinations of emotions. He, himself, had trained to move each muscle individually— but the range of differences he could see, in a few different moments by someone most likely not trained…

Well— that’d been fun, seeing how far he’d take a lie. Now…confrontation. Play it off, or…admittance? Judging with the few flickers of confusion and running back to the flash of triumph, Cal had a guess which one he’d go for.] You’re…not the guy I met in IT, are you? You’re…a student, I’nt that right?

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[Well. Shit. Retreat, retreat... or carry on blindly, that's fine as well. Perfecting the art of cognitive manipulation could become very useful in the future, after all. He raises an eyebrow, head tipping to the right.] It's just a part-time thing. I have to put my way through university somehow, don't I?

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[There was no denying the subtle smirk, though, the momentary flash of pride that he’d managed to lie to someone who seemed to have an eye for the little things. He hooked one thumb into his belt loop, twisting the smirk into a meek smile.] there’s no bother. If there’s anything I can help with…?

[calledsecretforareason-deactiva]

[Cal almost laughed. Major contempt. Highly…very interesting. Very well concealed, and yet, it was still quite present. The flash in his eyes at the same time indicating a slight bit of superiority, in his mind. Triumphant, was it? Though…there was absolutely nothing else to indicate it was, in fact, complete and utter bollocks.] Actually…I was looking for some information on the technological systems of the new classrooms. The computer upgrades, everything. You wouldn’t happen to know anything ‘bout that, yeah?

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In the new classrooms? [He's working in a school, then? But that makes no sense. He's studying to teach maths, not work in IT... do schools even have IT? Why would he work in a school if he wasn't a teacher, anyway? After realising that he's spent probably far too long in silence, Jim shook his head.] I'm not the one you want to ask about that.

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[Jim nodded again, quicker this time] Absolutely. You came in right after I got back from lunch. [That sounded probable, didn’t it?]

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[Cal’s eyes searched Jim’s features, the little flickers of his facial muscles standing out, but yet— there was so much action, the constant motion of his features…] Yeah, no, that’s fine. Completely fine. Glad you remember me. [He gave a small wink, and moved his hands to his jean pockets.] No, but actually…I didn’t, I’m afraid. Not everything. Find it, that’s. Almost everything, but not quite. I’m not trying to bother you, though.

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[There was no denying the subtle smirk, though, the momentary flash of pride that he'd managed to lie to someone who seemed to have an eye for the little things. He hooked one thumb into his belt loop, twisting the smirk into a meek smile.] there's no bother. If there's anything I can help with...?

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Headcanon IX

Jim is still young. As a university student, he isn't exactly drowning in wealth. Because of this, it's just as likely that you'll see him in casual clothing (like lounge pants and a t-shirt or jeans and a v-neck) as it is that you'll see him dressed up (his favourite outfit is currently a dark blue waistcoat, a white shirt, a dark blue tie, and jeans). Especially at home or when trying not to be noticed, he tends to prefer comfort over style. 

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I… [His mind flashes back to the day before, to meeting himself as a child and the realisation that time wasn’t as fixed as he had been led to believe. After a moment, he nods, deciding to just roll with it.] I remember you, yeah. Did you find what you were looking for?

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[Cal offered him a grin, running his tongue over the ridge of his teeth. Hesitation, breaking eye contact as his gaze flickered back a moment. Uncertainty, or…could just be memory recall.] Remember me…you sure about that? You look a bit uncertain, actually.

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[Jim nods again, quicker this time] Absolutely. You came in right after I got back from lunch. [That sounded probable, didn't it?]

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[He raises an eyebrow, fiddling with the watch on his wrist] Do you know me from somewhere?

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[Immediate self-comforting gesture. Either that, or…anxiety release. Raised eyebrow, indicating suspicion. Interesting.] 

You work in IT, yeah? I was over there for a couple of electronic reports I needed yesterday, a whole whopping load of them. Cal, by the way. 

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I... [His mind flashes back to the day before, to meeting himself as a child and the realisation that time wasn't as fixed as he had been led to believe. After a moment, he nods, deciding to just roll with it.] I remember you, yeah. Did you find what you were looking for?

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ghostonyx started following you

deceptionexpert started following you

urieloftheice started following you

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Pleasure. 

Was it…Jim, yeah?

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[He raises an eyebrow, fiddling with the watch on his wrist] Do you know me from somewhere?

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ghostonyx started following you

deceptionexpert started following you

urieloftheice started following you

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If I were calling you names, it would be Bill or Tiffany. I was merely describing you. 

[subarusakurazukamori]

[There’s almost giggling.]

You should get out and talk to people more.

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[And he's back to staring intently at his tea, taking another small bite of his biscuit.] I would talk to people if they weren't mind-numbingly dull.

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…You say that as though I have reason to care.

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.. [Frowning] Perhaps you shouldn’t call people names in the future? 

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If I were calling you names, it would be Bill or Tiffany. I was merely describing you. 

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You’re a romantic. Brilliant. [Heavy on the sarcasm, isn’t he?]

The implications are that you’re different. That’s it. 

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.. Of the hopeless variety at that. 

[Evie offers up an apologetic smile. They know how annoying that trait can be.]

Bullies use it as a term to put people down, it can actually be a rather hurtful word.

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...You say that as though I have reason to care.

[consultingcriminaltobe-deactiva]

+jamestheoldest, lillywhiteandpoppyred, 99problemsandmore

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“Exactly,” he nods. “Not for very much longer—I’m graduating come spring. I’m only twenty-three.”

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“Lucky…are people nice in university? The people in middle school are absolute shite.” He sighs. 

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"That would depend on your definition of nice." He does remember being eleven, though, and getting more than his fair share of abuse, so he nods. "Better than the ones you're in school with."

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I’ve only just met you—don’t be thick.

And the implications are wrong? You said yourself that you’re different. You seem to pride yourself on it.

[subarusakurazukamori]

It’s not too much to hope for. I’ve watched people click almost instantly. It’s a beautiful thing. 

Mm, the more negative implications probably are. People don’t tend to take to kindly to being called freaks.

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You're a romantic. Brilliant. [Heavy on the sarcasm, isn't he?]

The implications are that you're different. That's it. 

[consultingcriminaltobe-deactiva]

+jamestheoldest, lillywhiteandpoppyred, 99problemsandmore

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“Saying that you sound crazy isn’t the same as calling you crazy,” he sighs, rolling his eyes. “If I were to call you crazy, I’d be calling myself crazy. Seeing as I’m not crazy, why would I call you crazy?”

This has him rather taken aback—the thought had crossed his mind, sure, but as a career choice it never seemed very practical. “I’m attending Trinity, as a matter of fact. I take it the others are a bit… older than I am?”

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“Ah…y-yeah I guess you wouldn’t call yourself crazy…”

Jim blinked, but nodded. “All the other me’s I’ve met are in their thirties. You’re in University, then?”

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"Exactly," he nods. "Not for very much longer--I'm graduating come spring. I'm only twenty-three."

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I prefer interacting with a select group of people. [Rolls his eyes] The definition of freak is strange or unusual. Different.

[subarusakurazukamori]

I get the feeling I don’t fall into that select group?

And it comes with implications..

[jamestheoldest-blog]

I've only just met you--don't be thick.

And the implications are wrong? You said yourself that you're different. You seem to pride yourself on it.