Buried|| Closed RP@deductionxsherlock
Confined spaced, they weren't all they were cracked up to be, but Moriarty was no claustrophobic. The criminal lifted his head, it hit the top of whatever he was in, he moved his hands and feet around, searching to define what he was in. It turns out, he was in a coffin.
"What is this? The mob era? What's next, going to make me a pair of cement shoes?" Jim asked into the dark sarcastically. A light turned on, a bright one in fact, it shun from the end of his feet. His body was no ordinary coffin, it was barely a coffin, it was a wooden box fitted with what looked like a light and a a count down and what looked like a small camera.
Wait, a countdown, a count down to do to what.
Whatever this was, it wasn't real, it didn't matter. The Spider kept it calm and composure-
by the time it had been 10 hours, Moriarty could admit it, he was panicking.
[text] The itsy-bitsy spider went up the water spout. Down came the rain and washed the spider out. Dear me Mr.Holmes, dear me. [/text]
A email was attached to the thread, when opened, it was a video feed to Moriarty's little box, not that Jim knew that.
The light turned back on at the bottom, he brought his head up as much as he could to look at it.
"S̴̢̜͎̙͈̺͖ͣ̃ͣ͗̆̀͋̒̌ͬ͘ͅĤ̨̢̢̥͇̞͖̘̟̦̟̜͚͕̭̘͊̇̇̍̈́͛̈̇ͤͨ͋̉̀͜ͅE̡̻͓̰̜̫͙̯̳ͥ̅̃̐͑ͭ͊ͪ́̈͘͞R̷̘̬̤̱̩̟̹͎͇̫͖̝̓̂ͫͥ́L̨̊͊̏̄̏̑͊̐͂̽̅̂ͫ́̕͠͏͍̘̭͚̳̻̖͖ͅO̸̸̶̢̨̗̗̭̟̝̘̳͎͖̱̻̳̱͚̬̘̥̳̤ͮ͆̅̊̋͗C̸̷͓̦̪̪̻̯͚̳̲͉͍͈͎̲͕̱̤̺ͬ̊͒̒ͩ͋̽̋̿̎́͒ͧ̀͌͜͢ͅK̛̻̺̭̻̥̭̮͇̝̪͙̥̬͔̲͛̒ͧ̄̃̂̇̒̈́̔̽̅ͤ̾̈́̅ͦ̅͝ͅ"
Jim screamed as loud as he could, his eyes squinted shut, he wouldn't show fear, or at least he thought, his scream was nothing but panic.
