[As if Sherlock really had to take any guessed as to who it was. But the sound of that familiar voice was more then the proof he needed to satisfy his theory. The question now was, how much longer till he can finally start to feel his own limbs again? The detective was no stranger to drugs, so it was easy to discern just what was introduced into his system. Granted everything was a big fuzzy, but obviously it was something he had ingested. But he couldn't quite think of it for the life of him, which in this situation... may just be the case in point.
The detective would open his mouth, lips parted just enough to try and speak, but he could hardly say anything as it felt like his tongue was dead in his own mouth. He could hardly move, save for a slight twitch here and there, involuntary muscle spasm most likely.
With there being very little for him to do, the best course of action would be to reserve what little bit of strength he could muster. It wasn't like he could just jump out of the car anyway so Sherlock would remain still and close his eyes. Unfortunately he wasn't sure where they were exactly.]
Excuse my lateness with tags dear.ohai_sexyNovember 28 2011, 05:55:30 UTC
[ It wouldn't be too much longer now. Seems his sleepy guest is tempted to dose off again. No matter. Sherly should get all the rest he can get before they have their little play date. It's hard to stay mad at the detective, especially when he looks oh so calm and peaceful like this. So very harmless. Perhaps Jim ought to keep him this way. Waste not, want not.
The towncar comes to a stop outside of an emptied warehouse. It's easier to work under the cover of night, so there won't be much trouble having one of his men to move the precious cargo.]
Now do take good care of him. If even a single hair is out of place I will gut you, understood? [ He ends that threat with a chipper little smile. It was be near impossible to damper Moriarty's happy mood right now. He is almost skipping away.
Meanwhile- nameless plot-fodder-lacky-man is going to make sure his boss man's guest is nice and comfortably situated. As comfortable as one may be, having their wrists bound to the back of a chair. And.... the chair isn't even really all that comfortable, sorry.]
S'alright bb. My jerb has been killing me D:deducing_freakNovember 28 2011, 06:16:31 UTC
[Sherlock is still in something of a daze. The sudden stop of the car is enough to sort of jar him before passing right back out again and blue eyes are blinked open. Hard to really see what's going on from this awkward angle but soon there are hands on him, an are, picking him up. It's hard to focus when lights and colors start to blur together. Enough to give him a headache and the detective is forced to close his eyes again.
He hears talking. But there's a funny ringing, more like a humming, in his ears and he can really only make out the tone of Jim's voice. It was the only thing of familiarity so Sherlock would have to cling onto that for now, that is.. until it started to fade out.
This hazy state of mind was leaving some gaps of memory loss here and there. He hadn't realized what was going on until he found himself being placed down, sitting upright in a rather uncomfortable chair. Thankfully he can't feel anything too much aside from the tingling sensation that ran through his limbs. Speaking off, his arms were being pulled back and Sherlock sort of lulls his head against his shoulder to try and get a look at what was going on. He was being restrained. How wonderful. Bad enough he could hardly move his own body, this only seemed to ensure it.]
But I'm supposed to kill you D:<ohai_sexyNovember 28 2011, 06:31:34 UTC
Can't be too careful you know.
[ Guess who? The host of this lovely gathering finally reappears with a clean fresh suit. Jim refused to face Sherlock without looking his absolute best, even preening himself up a little bit because he knows that if anything, Sherlock would notice and that's all that matters.]
Didn't want you to try and escape before play time was over sweetheart. See... I know all about that little trick you can do. Slipping out of handcuffs and all that so I found that zip ties work just as well. Even better!
[ He is going to take a moment, hands in his pockets, and just admire this victory right here. A smile on his face as he begins to slowly step closer. The warehouse was empty with the exception of some spare mechanical equipment. The large are and tall ceilings made the sound of his steps echo that much more as he got in closer and leaned in, in front of the detective's face as he did a quick examination. ]
My my... I may just have to inject you later, seems the drugs are starting to wear off. You have quite the immune system Sherly~. Naughty boy. [ smirk ]
[Ah, zip ties. So that's why the restraints were so tight. Handcuffs were easy, but when he heard a different kind of snapping noise, something was definitely wrong. Never the less it didn't stop Sherlock was still trying, as weak as his motions may have been at the time.]
..clever. [No, he's not impressed. He so is. But in all seriousness... he may just have to steal this idea next time.] ...what's this about..?
[It's difficult to talk when his lungs felt so heavy. Sherlock would have to watch how much he speaks to prevent himself from falling unconscious again. At least until this drug wears off a bit more. When Jim leans in, there's not much he can do but to sort of inch his face back some. Curious blue eyes scanning over him suspiciously. The detective is not at all pleased about the situation.]
NO BUTS! RAWRR!! MINE! MINE MINE MINEohai_sexyNovember 29 2011, 03:05:13 UTC
[ That's right. Be jealous. Jimmy is smarter then you Sherly, the sooner you realize this the easier it will be. But it's still fun to watch you try and sort things out. You're adorable when you don't understand things. Looking all confused and vacant like that. ]
I know right?
[ He smirks and advances just an itty bitty bit closer because he's seen how awkwardly uncomfortable the detective is with their closeness. You better just get used to it. Jim ain't going no where. And to make matters all the more creep-tastic, he reached a hand into the inside of Sherlock's suit jacket. He's patting around in search of something obviously and smiles, pleased, to pull the phone out from the inside pocket. ]
Ooh~ very nice Sherly. [ Moriarty will turn his back, taking a couple casual strides away as he looks through the phone. The contacts to be exact. ]
I bet Johnny boy is going to notice you're missing. Such a loyal little pet he is, but... frankly I'm tired of sharing. why does he get to hog you all to himself? You text him all the time. [ He turns around to show Sherlock the text log on his own phone. Looks like someone has an unlimited texting plan. ] You never text me! Not. ONCE!
:| oh..okay... Dood, is LJ screwing up for you?deducing_freakNovember 29 2011, 03:32:28 UTC
Wha-? What are you- ?
[There really is no place for him to try and get away to in order to avoid the man's invading touch. Sherlock does try however, a very slight movement of his upper body to shift himself out Jim's reach. But so much that did, because he's already got his hand inside of his jacket. Sherlock doesn't even have to look to know what he's going for. Watching as Jim slips the phone from his pocket. The detective despises that smirk on the man's face.]
So... is that it? [Sherlock lifts his eyes up, looking past the phone and staring straight to Moriarty.] You're jealous..?
Yeah a little. LJ is whacky wtfohai_sexyNovember 29 2011, 03:40:27 UTC
[ Jealous? But that's so CHILDISH! James Moriarty is not jealous. especially not over some silly puppy-eyed doctor. ]
DO I LOOK JEALOUS??!
[ Moriarty slips into a temper tantrum, clutching the phone in his hand tightly enough that his knuckles fade to white and he finally decides to just throw it as hard as his can across the room. ]
WHY?! Why do you insist on wasting your time with such... such an idiot?!
...that a rhetorical question... or would you like for me to actually answer that..?
[Sherlock does manage a smirk though. Something about pushing this maniac's buttons is rewarding to him, in some really weird way. But that little hissy fit there did cause him to jump a little bit. It was instinctual though, seeing as how he had no real control over his limbs save for the faintest little bit of feeling in his fingers and toes.]
John's a doctor... he's far from being considered an idiot.. [Though he may have never really said that to John's face, Sherlock understood that most people didn't quite think with the same logic as he did. With the exception of this madman here in front of him of course.]
..who I decide to keep company with, is of no concern to you...
Give me a break! How many times have you said something to him, only to be met with an utterly blank expression?! Or whenever you explain something, does he ever pitch in with something to add? Something actually worth listening to?? [ Why are you so stupid Sherlock? You're only going to make things worse if you keep surrounding yourself with these morons. Eventually that brilliant genius mind of yours is going to have an aneurysm under all the stress of stupid you expose it to. ]
When was the last time anyone proposed a real challenge to you?
Threadjacking BECAUSE I CAN.mightbebloggingNovember 29 2011, 18:23:15 UTC
[ What's that? The sound of Sherlock's phone ringing from ALL THE WAY across the room? Why yes, I do believe it is. Phone's still working, despite Moriarty's efforts otherwise. John is tired of his texts going ignored, and he's ready to give his favorite detective a piece of his mind.
JOHN! My hero!! *swoooon*deducing_freakNovember 29 2011, 21:42:20 UTC
[Only his eyes would follow the path of the phone as it left Moriarty's hand and hit the cement floor as it skid. Surprisingly, it didn't shatter upon impact. Seems his BlackBerry was a pretty durable model. He is even more surprised when the mobile actually starts to ring. But it's not just his default ringtone, it was the one he had assigned to John's number. The detective's eyes lit up but for a moment.
John Watson had perfect timing.
But Sherlock wouldn't say anything. He would try and hide his reaction, picking his head up as he looked to Jim, the man was probably just as shocked...and no doubt furious.]
how romantic....excuse me while I vomit rainbowsohai_sexyNovember 29 2011, 22:21:42 UTC
Answer Me!
[ But his attention gets distracted too when the smart phone begins to ring. Of course he can't tell that the ringtone has any sort of signifigance, until he geta a look at his captive's reaction. Seeing that little glint of hope in those most perfect blue eyes. So it wasn't difficult at all to guess. And yes, his blood was just BOILING right now. ]
Well....speak of the devil..
[ Jim narrows his eyes, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he moves over to pick the phone up off the ground. Sure enough. It was the pet. Calling to check in on his master. How infuriating.
So he is going to press the key to accept the call, moving back behind Sherlock as he holds the phone to his ear. Jim moves to the over side, keeping his voice calm with a whisper into his other ear. ]
Don't be shy Sherly, say hello.
But don't you dare tell him what's going on. I don't think you want to drag him into this. This our own personal little affair.
s'alright I'm tagging from my phone lol don't mind meeededucing_freakNovember 29 2011, 23:36:13 UTC
[Sherlock keeps still, even when Moriarty leans in close like that. He fights the urge to cringe away and finally answers after a short pause.]
..John?
[His voice is a little weak at first. Sherlock hs to choose his words carefully.]
Sorry, I'm a little tied up at the moment. Seems a friend of mine has caught me and we're having a bit of bonding time together. [Come on now John, you know he doesn't have any friends.] Oh and one more thing, could you water the flowers for me? [Y'now, flowers. As in THE flowers. The ones he threw out? Surely you remember THOSE flowers.] Hopefully you'll catch up with me later, goodnight.
[Sherlock turns his head away to signal he's done talking. Here's hoping he wasn't too vague for the doctor.]
ARE NOT >:Pohai_sexyNovember 30 2011, 00:25:45 UTC
[ And here is Moriarty oh so casually eavesdropping in on the conversation. He is just being a little nosy, never mind him. It is a little funny to hear that the call was only about how Sherlock was supposedly ignoring his flatmate and not at all because he had suddenly gone missing. Too rich.
But Jimmy is on to those subtle little hints of yours, detective. Don't try to pull anything over on Jim Moriarty. But he'll allow it. Doubtful that poor Johnny dear would be able to catch on. Even if he did, its not like he would be able to find the warehouse.
When that curly head of hair moves away, Jim smiles and kisses the top of the detective's head. ]
Good boy. [ aaaaand BEEP. End call! ] Daddy's so proud of you.
[ He stands up straight, placing the phone into his own pocket as he walks around to the front of his dearest victim. ] Now then.. Where were we....?
The detective would open his mouth, lips parted just enough to try and speak, but he could hardly say anything as it felt like his tongue was dead in his own mouth. He could hardly move, save for a slight twitch here and there, involuntary muscle spasm most likely.
With there being very little for him to do, the best course of action would be to reserve what little bit of strength he could muster. It wasn't like he could just jump out of the car anyway so Sherlock would remain still and close his eyes. Unfortunately he wasn't sure where they were exactly.]
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The towncar comes to a stop outside of an emptied warehouse. It's easier to work under the cover of night, so there won't be much trouble having one of his men to move the precious cargo.]
Now do take good care of him. If even a single hair is out of place I will gut you, understood? [ He ends that threat with a chipper little smile. It was be near impossible to damper Moriarty's happy mood right now. He is almost skipping away.
Meanwhile- nameless plot-fodder-lacky-man is going to make sure his boss man's guest is nice and comfortably situated. As comfortable as one may be, having their wrists bound to the back of a chair. And.... the chair isn't even really all that comfortable, sorry.]
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He hears talking. But there's a funny ringing, more like a humming, in his ears and he can really only make out the tone of Jim's voice. It was the only thing of familiarity so Sherlock would have to cling onto that for now, that is.. until it started to fade out.
This hazy state of mind was leaving some gaps of memory loss here and there. He hadn't realized what was going on until he found himself being placed down, sitting upright in a rather uncomfortable chair. Thankfully he can't feel anything too much aside from the tingling sensation that ran through his limbs. Speaking off, his arms were being pulled back and Sherlock sort of lulls his head against his shoulder to try and get a look at what was going on. He was being restrained. How wonderful. Bad enough he could hardly move his own body, this only seemed to ensure it.]
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[ Guess who? The host of this lovely gathering finally reappears with a clean fresh suit. Jim refused to face Sherlock without looking his absolute best, even preening himself up a little bit because he knows that if anything, Sherlock would notice and that's all that matters.]
Didn't want you to try and escape before play time was over sweetheart. See... I know all about that little trick you can do. Slipping out of handcuffs and all that so I found that zip ties work just as well. Even better!
[ He is going to take a moment, hands in his pockets, and just admire this victory right here. A smile on his face as he begins to slowly step closer. The warehouse was empty with the exception of some spare mechanical equipment. The large are and tall ceilings made the sound of his steps echo that much more as he got in closer and leaned in, in front of the detective's face as he did a quick examination. ]
My my... I may just have to inject you later, seems the drugs are starting to wear off. You have quite the immune system Sherly~. Naughty boy. [ smirk ]
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..clever. [No, he's not impressed. He so is. But in all seriousness... he may just have to steal this idea next time.] ...what's this about..?
[It's difficult to talk when his lungs felt so heavy. Sherlock would have to watch how much he speaks to prevent himself from falling unconscious again. At least until this drug wears off a bit more. When Jim leans in, there's not much he can do but to sort of inch his face back some. Curious blue eyes scanning over him suspiciously. The detective is not at all pleased about the situation.]
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I know right?
[ He smirks and advances just an itty bitty bit closer because he's seen how awkwardly uncomfortable the detective is with their closeness. You better just get used to it. Jim ain't going no where. And to make matters all the more creep-tastic, he reached a hand into the inside of Sherlock's suit jacket. He's patting around in search of something obviously and smiles, pleased, to pull the phone out from the inside pocket. ]
Ooh~ very nice Sherly. [ Moriarty will turn his back, taking a couple casual strides away as he looks through the phone. The contacts to be exact. ]
I bet Johnny boy is going to notice you're missing. Such a loyal little pet he is, but... frankly I'm tired of sharing. why does he get to hog you all to himself? You text him all the time. [ He turns around to show Sherlock the text log on his own phone. Looks like someone has an unlimited texting plan. ] You never text me! Not. ONCE!
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[There really is no place for him to try and get away to in order to avoid the man's invading touch. Sherlock does try however, a very slight movement of his upper body to shift himself out Jim's reach. But so much that did, because he's already got his hand inside of his jacket. Sherlock doesn't even have to look to know what he's going for. Watching as Jim slips the phone from his pocket. The detective despises that smirk on the man's face.]
So... is that it? [Sherlock lifts his eyes up, looking past the phone and staring straight to Moriarty.] You're jealous..?
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DO I LOOK JEALOUS??!
[ Moriarty slips into a temper tantrum, clutching the phone in his hand tightly enough that his knuckles fade to white and he finally decides to just throw it as hard as his can across the room. ]
WHY?! Why do you insist on wasting your time with such... such an idiot?!
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...that a rhetorical question... or would you like for me to actually answer that..?
[Sherlock does manage a smirk though. Something about pushing this maniac's buttons is rewarding to him, in some really weird way. But that little hissy fit there did cause him to jump a little bit. It was instinctual though, seeing as how he had no real control over his limbs save for the faintest little bit of feeling in his fingers and toes.]
John's a doctor... he's far from being considered an idiot.. [Though he may have never really said that to John's face, Sherlock understood that most people didn't quite think with the same logic as he did. With the exception of this madman here in front of him of course.]
..who I decide to keep company with, is of no concern to you...
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Give me a break! How many times have you said something to him, only to be met with an utterly blank expression?! Or whenever you explain something, does he ever pitch in with something to add? Something actually worth listening to?? [ Why are you so stupid Sherlock? You're only going to make things worse if you keep surrounding yourself with these morons. Eventually that brilliant genius mind of yours is going to have an aneurysm under all the stress of stupid you expose it to. ]
When was the last time anyone proposed a real challenge to you?
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Or make sure he's still alive. ]
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John Watson had perfect timing.
But Sherlock wouldn't say anything. He would try and hide his reaction, picking his head up as he looked to Jim, the man was probably just as shocked...and no doubt furious.]
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[ But his attention gets distracted too when the smart phone begins to ring. Of course he can't tell that the ringtone has any sort of signifigance, until he geta a look at his captive's reaction. Seeing that little glint of hope in those most perfect blue eyes. So it wasn't difficult at all to guess. And yes, his blood was just BOILING right now. ]
Well....speak of the devil..
[ Jim narrows his eyes, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he moves over to pick the phone up off the ground. Sure enough. It was the pet. Calling to check in on his master. How infuriating.
So he is going to press the key to accept the call, moving back behind Sherlock as he holds the phone to his ear. Jim moves to the over side, keeping his voice calm with a whisper into his other ear. ]
Don't be shy Sherly, say hello.
But don't you dare tell him what's going on. I don't think you want to drag him into this. This our own personal little affair.
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... Sherlock? Are you there?
I'm really not in the mood tonight, Sherlock. Want to tell me why you've been ignoring my texts?
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..John?
[His voice is a little weak at first. Sherlock hs to choose his words carefully.]
Sorry, I'm a little tied up at the moment. Seems a friend of mine has caught me and we're having a bit of bonding time together. [Come on now John, you know he doesn't have any friends.] Oh and one more thing, could you water the flowers for me? [Y'now, flowers. As in THE flowers. The ones he threw out? Surely you remember THOSE flowers.] Hopefully you'll catch up with me later, goodnight.
[Sherlock turns his head away to signal he's done talking. Here's hoping he wasn't too vague for the doctor.]
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But Jimmy is on to those subtle little hints of yours, detective. Don't try to pull anything over on Jim Moriarty. But he'll allow it. Doubtful that poor Johnny dear would be able to catch on. Even if he did, its not like he would be able to find the warehouse.
When that curly head of hair moves away, Jim smiles and kisses the top of the detective's head. ]
Good boy. [ aaaaand BEEP. End call! ] Daddy's so proud of you.
[ He stands up straight, placing the phone into his own pocket as he walks around to the front of his dearest victim. ] Now then.. Where were we....?
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