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@sebastianfxckingmoran
akanotahero:
“No. I only need one jacket, but apparently that plan didn’t work out.”
“Local Tesco down the road if you need a jacket. England weather isn’t very lovely at times, I suggest you get one. Tesco’s shit, but it’ll do.”
elli0t4lderson:
“I think I’ve… lost my dog.”
“Nice to know.. There’s not many dogs running about, I’m sure you’ll find it.”
consultingcriiminal:
Once the gun was set on his palm, Jim’s fingers curled around it as he held it out in front of him, a finger curling around the trigger. Now, Moriarty was hardly the best shot. It’s why he hired people like that to take care of those things for him. He did have some knowledge, however. Just the basics in case something would ever go wrong and he would have to use the gun he often carried with him. Jim didn’t spare another glance at Sebastian as he aimed the gun with one hand once he had taken the safety off, grinning to himself as he aimed at a plate. Hardly the correct stance. He pulled the trigger, cackling gleefully as he watched the plate shatter. “Careful, Sebby, I might just get good enough to fire all my gunmen,” he called out in a sing-song voice. “And you know how I fire people~.”
Ducking his head down Sebastian chuckled at the thrill in Jim’s laugh, a gun that commonly brought death now rested in Jim’s hands. It was a pleasant thought for Sebastian, he had wanted to teach Jim on how to defend himself. Sebastian would always be around to keep him safe, but if he wasn’t there or if Jim had gotten rid of him, he would want to know that Jim could keep himself safe. Sebastian didn’t trust many of the others that worked for Jim, he found too many faults with them, only taking a liking in a couple. Of course he would feel better if he was the one looking out for Jim, he trusted himself. “It would be an honor to be fired by you, but preferably only by you.” He noted as he placed the sniper upright. “After that you want to try sniping?” He paused. “If I ever get fired it would be more than great if you took me out with my own sniper.” The morbid sense of humor rolling off his tongue.
“Can’t find my jacket. A fucking P.I. can’t find her own fucking jacket.”
“Sounds like your problem.. What you don’t have another jacket?”
consultingcriiminal:
He followed behind Sebastian. There was no curiosity, no desire to do so. He only did it because Jim knew that he would be carried to the area otherwise. And he certainly needed a distraction of sorts. His mind was too loud—the monsters inside roaming and tearing him apart. Moriarty was silent, eyes flickering around as he followed after his right hand man, looking over the scenery with a disinterested look. Eyes flickering forward, he saw Sebastian pushing a branch away and moved closer, standing on his tip toes in order to see past him. Well. This really wasn’t much of a surprise. Of course his favorite sniper would have a little shooting range set up. Without a word, Jim moved past Sebastian and came to a stop as he glanced around before he held out his hand to the side, waiting for the gun to be handed to him.
The makeshift shooting range reminded him of basic training, not all the time it was set up nice and straightforward. At times it was the recruits jobs to set up the range, back then he was more or so normal. Sebastian couldn’t help but smile smugly as he pulled out the gun from his holster, placing it carefully in Jim’s hand. Kneeling down he opened up the duffle bag, pulling out gun parts. He wanted to see Jim using his sniper, the sniper he used when Jim wanted him to. To see his boss, with one eye closed as he aimed it, his finger testing the trigger. It was enough to send a shiver down his spine. Keeping an eye on Jim, he twisted on the barrel.
consultingcriiminal:
Jim wasn’t phased at the sudden movement. He tilted his head up, grinning wide, eyes wild and animated. He leaned his head back against the wall, making himself at home with this little arrangement. “Protection from myself, hm?? How utterly adorable that you think I need it.” He let out a small, crazed laugh. “Power is such a funny little thing, isn’t it? One moment you hold it in your hands—you’re at the very top and then whoosh the rug is pulled out from under your feet and you’re falling down, down…down.” His mind drifted, expression far away for a moment. He blinked after a moment, his eyes still unfocused. “I’ll play along.”
His head tilted as he scrunched his eyebrows together, all while Jim talked. He wish Jim could have seen it on his point of view, that Jim was being an ass and had gone mad a long time ago. It truly pain him to see Jim muttering as his head came crushing down on that beautiful brain of his, it was tricky to ease his mind. And more so when he knew he had no chance to really get rid of what bothered Jim. Swallowing he nodded towards the door, “Come.” He muttered before walking away from the wall, he knew Jim would follow. He needed anything to get away. Sebastian was glad he had set up his little get away firing range a couple of days back, he just hoped no one had gone and fucked it up. As they left the so called Hogwarts, Sebastian led Jim towards the woods. He made sure to keep it away from the ‘dangerous’ parts, and the parts where kids roamed. A little safe haven. Pushing a branch away from the two, he grinned to himself, a shooting range always brought a smile to his face. Plates that he had gathered from the dining hall hung from trees, as a crate of empty bottles sat next to a fallen tree. It was nothing compared to his set up back home, but it was better than nothing.
consultingcriiminal:
Jim had a scowl on his face, eyes narrowed as he glared at his right hand. Sebastian was always going above and beyond what the contract called for whenever it came to him. He knew that. He witnessed it. And still he was a child about it, throwing a tantrum. Not that Jim cared much. Feelings were not in his code, not like they were to any ordinary person. “You can’t do this,’ he snarled out. Unfortunately for Jim, he was rather….small.. Sebastian was stronger, he knew that from personal experience from being picked up effortlessly and from their times together intimately. “I don’t care what you have in mind. I want two things. I can’t have my phone so I want the other. Now!’ Jim yanked at his arm, trying to tug his arm out of Sebastian’s hold. “Let me go, now! You have to listen to me! I pay you to protect me, not to treat me like a child!”
He could tell Jim was furious with him, but honestly he wanted to get the hell away from that room. He searched the room everyday, for bugs or explosives. But Jim was Jim, if he had his hands on something he would hid it out in the open. Somewhere that Sebastian would be able to see, but would be completely blind to. He wouldn’t be surprised if it was taped in the drain, most people wouldn’t think about hiding things in the drain. Even if Jim didn’t have anything back in the room, Sebastian didn’t want him in there. Jim need to be out of that small room, he needed fresh air. He needed to shoot something, much like the times when Sebastian became too worked up. Turning on his heel suddenly, he pressed Jim against the wall pinning him. “I am protecting you.” He was calm as he said it. “I’m not going to let you sit in that grotty little room, and go mad. Want something just as addicting? Want to hold power in your hands?”
consultingcriiminal:
It took a moment for Jim to realize how close Sebastian had gotten to him. His head was spinning, tumbling. There was no thinking straight, no rational thought. It felt like pure insanity. Nothing he wasn’t used to. His eyebrows furrowed as his hand was taken and he was led into the other room, eyes flickering to the gun. “I just want my phone to work. I want something to take my mind off of things but you are always taking away my stashes! You have no right to do that. It’s not in the contract!”
Placing the gun in his holster, which he was glad he still had most of his gear on him. Grabbing a black duffle bag, he sung it over his shoulder still keeping a grip on Jim. He didn’t dare let go, unless he wanted to go back and save other objects from hitting the wall. Turning around to face him, Sebastian shook his head. “Fuck the contract.” And with that he took Jim with him out of that room and to the halls. “You wanna get your mind of something? I have something that you might like.” He grumbled as he hurried him down the halls, seriously thinking about swinging Jim over his shoulder and carrying him out that way.
oceanxgem:
“So…is any of this even real?”
“Who knows, but I really hope we go back to the real world.. You not from Earth then?”
consultingcriiminal:
Of course Sebastian would rush in at the smallest sound of a threat. It was his job, after all. It hardly registered in his head in this moment. He was on edge, ready to fall at any moment. This place was a damn hell hole. No cell phone, no clients, none of his hidden stash. He couldn’t take it. “I can’t do anything here. My phone doesn’t work. I don’t have my drugs.” The words spilled quickly from his mouth, almost intelligible as he searched for more things to throw. Spotting a water glass, he picked it up and threw it at the wall as well.
A deep sigh left his mouth, as he reached up and rubbed his eyes with his fingers. It wasn’t much of a surprise that Jim was still hooked, the cons of being away for so long. He would have to get Jim back into the habit of not needing the drugs, hassle that would be. He closed his eyes as the glass shattered against the wall, finally he walked over to Jim blocking from throwing another item. “You wanna go destroy things? Come on.” He grabbed at Jim’s hand, leading him out of the room and grabbing a gun.
oceanxgem:
“In a book? Wh– how?”
“If I had the answer I would tell you, I’m sure we’re all just mad.”
consultingcriiminal:
It didn’t matter what he did, nothing would make his phone work in this damned place. There was no getting through to anyone, no placing his chess pieces where he so desired, no building up his newest empire. There was nothing that he could do with it, and when there was nothing, well, things weren’t pretty. Jim had to have something—he needed to keep his head moving forward. His head was a scary place, and if he wasn’t doing something, then he was left to suffer in his own mind. Jim’s eyes flared with anger as he hurled his phone towards the wall, watching as it shattered before he moved on to the next item, a vase, and threw it as well.
Sitting on the couch, Sebastian sharped his knifes. It was the only thing he could do at the moment, the whole place was a joke. Only going where Jim had wanted him to go, otherwise he relaxed more often then not. Polishing his guns, and loading them. Now he sat sharping his knifes, almost down with one when a loud thump was heard in the other room. Springing to his feet, he dropped what he was doing and rushed into the other room. Ducking his head in time as a vase shattered behind him he glanced around looking for any harm, only to realize the only harm anyone was doing was Jim. “Boss?” He questioned, confused as to what was the matter.
onenxght:
“I have no idea where I am, or how I got here..”
“Get in line.”
oceanxgem:
“I thought earth was overwhelming, but this is an entirely knew story…”
“Oh this? Yeah this is not real, not Earth. Apparently we’re in a book.”
consultingcriiminal:
“Well, someone certainly missed me.” It was like slipping back into the little routine that had been present three years ago. It came as no surprise to him, really. Jim wasn’t one to dwell too much on the past and worry about it. He certainly enjoyed looking to the future and what it had to offer. Sebastian was correct on that statement. He was already taking the clothes off their hangers, ready to fold them until they were needed. “Certainly not when you’re soaking wet and still not clean. These are Armani, they should be treated well, tiger. You only know that because it’s happened before. I’m hardly predictable.”
A part of Sebastian was still ticked off at his boss, mostly because he went so long before telling him that he was actually alive. He truly believed that Jim had died on that rooftop, but hoped to seeing a mischievous text from that bastard. And as time went on, Jim was a numb name in the back of his mind. A face in a dream that quickly remember, but not so quickly forget. Opening the curtain slightly, enough for himself to be seen but keeping the water off the floor. “Shampoo?” He asked slightly annoyed, not knowing if Jim really intended him to use his shampoo. He knew that shit was expensive.
ofxforensicpathologist:
“do you think this could be some sort of DREAM STATE? all of us unsuspecting participants are in some sort of experiment? you mate, are right to think such things. this is absolute madness.”
“To pick over the two of those, I see the dream state being more rational. Honestly if I’m stuck in a book, I don’t know what to think.”
theimpossiblejustclara:
“Am I dreaming or am I actually a student at Hogwarts? The actual, proper, supposedly fictional Hogwarts. Does this mean I get to try Quidditch? Oh, I’ve always wanted to play Quidditch.”
“It’s all rubbish, I’m leaving once I figure out how. You know people actually believe all British live like their in Hogwarts, now we suddenly do? Fucking J.K. Rowling.”
