colsmoran
Moran, you're an Eton boy, correct? Don't answer that. I already know the answer.
I need to find a way into the school. It seems that somebody is not terribly fond of one of the teachers.

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colsmoran
Moran, you're an Eton boy, correct? Don't answer that. I already know the answer.
I need to find a way into the school. It seems that somebody is not terribly fond of one of the teachers.
colsmoran replied to your post: What’s that sound? That’s the sound of...
Ooooh dear
-silent whimpering- -sobbing-
It had been truly risky business, but better results could not be hoped for. All eyes on him, every pawn in its place, and every gamble taken paying off handsomely. All things considered, the plot had gone off without a hitch, and Moriarty had given one of the best performances of his life. Just not the particular Moriarty everyone had expected.
Oh, it had all been real. Sherlock had been right there on that rooftop, and Sebastian had been watching through his scope; the bullet, the blood and brain matter were real as real can be, leaving behind a real corpse and a real pool of congealing blood that still stains the roof of St. Bart's. Still, Jim walks away from it alive and well, free to pursue other new feats of diabolical genius. It will be one hell of a story to tell - secrets kept from the world, even the one person who knows everything else - as soon as he is given the opportunity to tell it.
That opportunity will come quite soon, in fact.
At this point, Sebastian could be anywhere. There are any number of properties to which he holds the key, though which one of them he would decide to rest his weary head is unclear just yet. Perhaps he's out chasing old habits, drinking down shots and trying his luck at the card table. Jim will find out soon enough. He makes for Conduit Street, keeping the brim of his cap pulled down over his eyes and his posture quite slouched, making himself all the more unapproachable, and lets himself in. If Sebastian is there, he will be in for quite the surprise. If he isn't, Jim will make himself cozy and lie in wait.
I saw this guy working in the H&M and he looked exactly like craig parkinson and it was really scary and i wanted to take a picture but I didn't dare
colsmoran replied to your post: That would practically be rape, though :P And christ, I didn’t even notice I send this ask from my Greg blog :P
// well, if we're all comfortable with that sort of content and trigger warning the fuck out of it, i'd be okay with somethibg like that becuse i'm horrible to greg.
// As Skype has just informed me, it is officially Vic's birthday! Happy Birthday, my friend! I hope (and I know already based on your running commentary) that it's going to be a great one!
GO SAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO COLSMORAN. [X]
I AM REALLY EXCITED FOR TOMORROW BECAUSE IT IS VICCY'S BIRTHDAY AND THERE WILL BE NICE PEOPLE AND PRESENTS FOR VICCY AND HAPPY HAPPY JOY JOY
I AM SPENDING MY LAST MONEY ON THIS TRIP AND I AM OKAY WITH THAT
Hey bab :3 I want to draw you a thinkg for your birthday but it will be late but you need to tellme what you want to have and in which style :3
oh gosh o gosh idk i'm excited but i don't know? Something badass? Something mormor and I don't really care for a style even if you drew stick figures i'd probably be fucking excited
so somethign mormor something badass nothing out of the usual there ;D