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
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Mycroft IS godmodding lol he invented itohai_sexyNovember 30 2011, 02:13:17 UTC
Aww~ Sherly, you're crushing my feelings. Now why would I ever want to kill you? If I wanted you dead I would have made sure of it by now.
But see...I like playing with you too much. Thing is..you never want to play with me. That's all fine though, really, I don't mind going out of way to set this all up for you. [ Jim will gesture with his hands. Look at this awesome warehouse! Isn't it neat?! Don't you like it! YOU LIKE IT RIGHT?! ] All of this. Just for us. You and me.
I think we may have gotten off on the wrong foot. Kidnapping John and all that. I'll admit, wasn't very nice. But I just REALLY wanted to get your attention....
[ He offers what looks like a genuine smile, seemingly innocent enough as he stands in front of the detective. Only using his fingertips, Jim lifts Sherlock's chin up so that he can hold him into a stare. ]
Let's just face facts... We're perfect for each other. We'll be going on like this for a long time.... Why not just give it up? I'm the only one who could ever understand you, I mean really understand
I haven't had a chance to play bamf!John in a while. mightbebloggingNovember 30 2011, 02:52:07 UTC
[ It took Mycroft less than five minutes to pinpoint Sherlock's exact location. It was all John could do to trick him into not becoming suspicious again. The phone's location was practically in the middle of nowhere. As it were, it might only be a matter of time before the older Holmes brother figured things out and left to do some snooping as well.
John almost left without his gun, but went back for it just in time, before grabbing a cab. The trip was nerve-wracking, of course - and it was all he could do to sit still. It was a warehouse, of course - always a warehouse, middle of nowhere, undisclosed location. Once there, his soldier instincts did kick in. He didn't just barge right in, gun blazing. He was stealthy about it, finding an entrance, sneaking in... and then jumping in surprise when he heard voices.
Moriarty. It hadn't been long enough since he'd last heard it. ]
John needs some badass background music going on right now.deducing_freakNovember 30 2011, 06:07:04 UTC
[Feelings? Yeah right. As if Moriarty had anything akin to feelings, that was down right laughable. But Sherlock will contain himself. Whatever little bit of mobility he has managed to obtain will allow him to suddenly jerk his head away from Jim's reach, shooting a darkened glare up at him response.]
Hmph. Please. You're no different then all the others who've tried to convince me that I'm just like them.
[Makes you think, just how many mortal enemies one man can really have. Seriously though, if that's such a popular consensus, then it might kinda sorta possibly be true. At least a little bit. Not that Sherlock hasn't already considered that as a possibility. Not everyone can be wrong, right?]
And a corny 80s/90s catch phrase or something.ohai_sexyNovember 30 2011, 07:44:22 UTC
[ Silly John. Little Mister Solider really ought to be careful, because Jim has plenty of his lovely sniper buddies lurking around, being the necessary plot-fodder and all that. ]
And there you go toying with my emotions again....
[ Don't think that you're going to get anywhere Sherlock. Moriarty has you restrained for a reason. He knows just out antsy you can get, wanting to try and escape. Insulting him on top of it too? Tsktsk. Bad Sherly. ]
How dare you, even compare me to anyone else! [ This time he isn't going to be as gentle. Because as it seems, the detective enjoys it more on the rougher side. Jim will suddenly lash out, grabbing a fist full of dark hair and bringing Sherlock's attention right back to him again. ] They are just a bad hair day compared to me!
[ Jim will abruptly let go of the soft hair and grab his chin, fixing his eyes on the detective. ]
I'm the only one you need to worry about. ME. Because unlike THEM.. I'm the only one who actually cares enough about you to not kill you right away! I can appreciate
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Re: And a corny 80s/90s catch phrase or something.mightbebloggingDecember 3 2011, 04:01:05 UTC
[ It would be impossible not to recognize that voice, if only because John Watson had been haunted by it since that fateful night at the pool. His mouth goes a bit dry, but he doesn't falter, nor does he retreat. He keeps his gun out, steady in front of him, but he doesn't just run out into the open. Yes, he is all too familiar with those snipers, and although he cannot currently see any, he's sure they're there. When it comes down to it, there's every chance that he will be outnumbered again
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[It was a bad idea to start pressing the wrong buttons with Moriarty. No matter what the situation, Sherlock should have known better then to taunt the other, especially since he himself wasn't entirely too sure what the man was actually capable of. But then again, it may have been just that, that made it all the more fun.
Sherlock winced at the tug of his hair and only grimaced when he was grabbed and forced to look up. The detective locked into a gaze with the consulting criminal, but for a short moment which lasted far too long. He would finally blink when he heard John's voice suddenly chime in. Blue eyes widened just slightly, now looking back Jim to the ever faithful solider who had him caught in his sight.]
Certainly took you long enough. [He teases lightly. John was far more punctual then he was. Which was something of a relief, considering just who they had managed to get tangled up with at the moment.]
WHAT?? LJ IS WORKING??ohai_sexyDecember 3 2011, 07:13:54 UTC
[ He does have that affect on people. Call it a gift. Though unfortunately, he doesn't seem to have as much of an affect on the detective here and that just PISSES HIM RIGHT OFF. Nothing gets under Jim's skin more then being blatantly ignored. So when Sherlock doesn't answer his inquiry yet again, Jim takes notice that those stunning eyes are no longer on him anymore.
WHAT COULD POSSIBLY BE MORE IMPORTANT THEN HIM?!
Oh. What's this little voice?
Jim arches a neatly trimmed brow, still keeping hold of Sherlock of course, as he turns his he ever so slightly. Dark eyes take a glance just over his shoulder at little solider boy over here. ]
Oh but I'm afraid you didn't say please. [ Poor Sherly. The hand that was holding his chin suddenly slips down along his jaw and grabs viciously at the detective's throat with a proper squeeze to that oh so vital wind-pipe. ]
As I recall Johnny boy, you weren't invited to our little play date.
Don't mind my late tags... >.>mightbebloggingDecember 3 2011, 19:56:32 UTC
[ John caught hold of Sherlock's gaze. He snorted, quietly dry. ]
Not as late as you usually are.
[ But that's all he would get to say. When Moriarty grabbed Sherlock's throat viciously like that, his hands tightened on the gun, and God help him but he almost pulled the trigger. That's all it would take, and Jim would be out of their lives. But at what cost? If his 'men' were involved, they would take out John and possibly Sherlock as well. The madman didn't like to get his hands dirty, after all. Swallowing hard, he kept the gun trained on the man. ]
I'm crashing the party.
You've had your fun. Let him go. We both know you don't want to hurt him. You'd be too bored without him.
I'm at work lol :Ddeducing_freakDecember 3 2011, 22:44:24 UTC
[Sherlock only smirks. They can still manage to maintain their banter even during the worst of times. Of course the detective didn't have a doubt in his mind that John would eventually show up. And in such timely fashion too. He's about to contintue with their little back and forth, pulling away when Jim suddenly let's go. But his voice is quickly stopped, caught in his throat as that same hand constricts around his neck.]
Don't w-worry... I.. I invited him. [He manages to choke out the words between short gasps of breath.] ..it's more fun this way...
on my phone over here because visiting family is like slow tortureohai_sexyDecember 4 2011, 00:09:06 UTC
[ HEY! Stop squirming damn it! Those roofies were supposed to have a longer lesting effect then this. Jim will have to remind himself to kill that drug dealer later once he's all finished here with these too. ]
Well well now! Color me surprised, it seems little Johnny the soldier has figured it all out!
[ Jim's eyes shift over to something just behind John in a silent command as he only gives a curt nod of his head. Rest assured, his snipers are still standing guard but won't fire until he gives a vocal instruction to do so. ]
I would never dream of hurting poor Sherly. [ Despite the he gives his neck a fierce squeeze. Nails just barely cutting into the flesh before he does actually let go, patting the detective's cheek playfully. ] ...but I have had fantasies of seriously injuring and maiming him. Just gets me off I guess.
Is that weird?
[ Yeah that's probably a little weird. But not as strange as actually advancing towards the man who has him targeted at gun point. ]. I'm curious though, Johnny~
I am SO SO SORRY my tags are so late. Ya'll need a much more timely Jawn. I'm rubbish!!mightbebloggingDecember 5 2011, 00:29:27 UTC
[ John could not possibly be giving Moriarty a darker death glare. You could pretty much see all the hatred and loathing he held for the madman there, in his eyes. Mild-mannered doctor or not, he had also been soldier. He'd killed when he'd needed to, and seen -too many - people killed as well. Shifting his position slightly, but unable to will any relaxation into his tense frame, he kept the gun aimed on Jim
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D'aww. It's okie hun. I WOULDNT TRADE YOU FOR THE WORLD :Ddeducing_freakDecember 5 2011, 02:14:09 UTC
[You hush. You knew these drugs wouldn't have that much of an effect on me anyway, so don't act all surprised you big jerkface. The detective will squirm around all he wants, because... well that's pretty much all he can do at the moment. He's got enough feeling back to cringe at least. Sherlock really wasn't much of a touchy-feely type person, especially when it came to Jim.
Didn't mean he would take his eyes off the man either. Sherlock saw that faint nod. Obviously a signal. No doubt there were men posted around the warehouse. Aimed or not, if anything where to go wrong, they'd fire immediately. Really, their situation hadn't gotten any easier. His eyes would catch John's look and he'd only shake his head slightly. Sherlock knew how tempted he was. He could read it on him easily. How that soldier instinct kicked in, his stance, the steady firm grip of his weapon. John was a patient doctor, but not a patient warrior.]
[ He purrs that right off his tongue and smirks. Jim is well aware of the situation. It's obvious that he's the one in control here. Even with the barrel of a gun trained on him so viciously. Doesn't stop him from stepping ever closer though. ]
Fantasies are much more fun when you make them reality. Let's play, hm?
[ Moriarty moves in all too close but he never did care much for personal space. He just leans forward and keeps his eyes on John in the process while lowering himself down just enough to let the pistol press right against his forehead oh so temptingly. ]
Here Johnny-boy. How's this then? Get you excited?
[ John licks his lower lip habitually after catching Sherlock's slight nod. He knows its the right thing to do - he can't go shooting Jim only to have his snipers take out both Sherlock and himself shortly thereafter. Perhaps he should have made sure he had back-up first. Of course, it was only a matter of time before Mycroft became suspicious enough to see just what, exactly, was going on... not that he wanted to admit that maybe he did need the older Holmes' help.
Damnit. But it didn't matter about him, or his pride. This was Sherlock, and he couldn't lose him.
When Jim came right up them and pressed his damn forehead to the damn barrel of his gun, he almost lost it. Again You could just see his cheek twitch, hands tightening on the gun. ]
Don't tempt me, Moriarty. I've killed men before. You know I have. Can't say you wouldn't deserve it.
Just... let him go. Then you can have me. You can do whatever you want with me, just let Sherlock go.
[ Oh, John. But the self-sacrificing words were out of his mouth before he could take
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[Despite the fact that he could hardly feel or move most of his body, the detective would suddenly feel a jolt. Blue eyes shot open in a sign of obvious disbelief. John couldn't possibly have just said that. He was hearing things. It was all side effects of the drugs still working through his system. That's all.]
John!
[Yes, hi, attention back here please. Sherlock seems to look like a mix between of desperation and anger, tugging at the zip ties which bound his wrists. He's got a little bit more mobility now at least, moving his arms weakly to try and get loose.] Don't be ridiculous! Just shoot him!
[Obviously desperate. Or it could have been blamed on the drugs. That command may have sounded frantic but the man rarely ever says anything without carefully calculating the possible resulting scenario. If John gives himself over, who knows what would become of him. If he just shoots, they both die. Frankly, Sherlock preferred the latter.]
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But see...I like playing with you too much. Thing is..you never want to play with me. That's all fine though, really, I don't mind going out of way to set this all up for you. [ Jim will gesture with his hands. Look at this awesome warehouse! Isn't it neat?! Don't you like it! YOU LIKE IT RIGHT?! ] All of this. Just for us. You and me.
I think we may have gotten off on the wrong foot. Kidnapping John and all that. I'll admit, wasn't very nice. But I just REALLY wanted to get your attention....
[ He offers what looks like a genuine smile, seemingly innocent enough as he stands in front of the detective. Only using his fingertips, Jim lifts Sherlock's chin up so that he can hold him into a stare. ]
Let's just face facts... We're perfect for each other. We'll be going on like this for a long time.... Why not just give it up? I'm the only one who could ever understand you, I mean really understand
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John almost left without his gun, but went back for it just in time, before grabbing a cab. The trip was nerve-wracking, of course - and it was all he could do to sit still. It was a warehouse, of course - always a warehouse, middle of nowhere, undisclosed location. Once there, his soldier instincts did kick in. He didn't just barge right in, gun blazing. He was stealthy about it, finding an entrance, sneaking in... and then jumping in surprise when he heard voices.
Moriarty. It hadn't been long enough since he'd last heard it. ]
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Hmph. Please. You're no different then all the others who've tried to convince me that I'm just like them.
[Makes you think, just how many mortal enemies one man can really have. Seriously though, if that's such a popular consensus, then it might kinda sorta possibly be true. At least a little bit. Not that Sherlock hasn't already considered that as a possibility. Not everyone can be wrong, right?]
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And there you go toying with my emotions again....
[ Don't think that you're going to get anywhere Sherlock. Moriarty has you restrained for a reason. He knows just out antsy you can get, wanting to try and escape. Insulting him on top of it too? Tsktsk. Bad Sherly. ]
How dare you, even compare me to anyone else! [ This time he isn't going to be as gentle. Because as it seems, the detective enjoys it more on the rougher side. Jim will suddenly lash out, grabbing a fist full of dark hair and bringing Sherlock's attention right back to him again. ] They are just a bad hair day compared to me!
[ Jim will abruptly let go of the soft hair and grab his chin, fixing his eyes on the detective. ]
I'm the only one you need to worry about. ME. Because unlike THEM.. I'm the only one who actually cares enough about you to not kill you right away! I can appreciate ( ... )
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[It was a bad idea to start pressing the wrong buttons with Moriarty. No matter what the situation, Sherlock should have known better then to taunt the other, especially since he himself wasn't entirely too sure what the man was actually capable of. But then again, it may have been just that, that made it all the more fun.
Sherlock winced at the tug of his hair and only grimaced when he was grabbed and forced to look up. The detective locked into a gaze with the consulting criminal, but for a short moment which lasted far too long. He would finally blink when he heard John's voice suddenly chime in. Blue eyes widened just slightly, now looking back Jim to the ever faithful solider who had him caught in his sight.]
Certainly took you long enough. [He teases lightly. John was far more punctual then he was. Which was something of a relief, considering just who they had managed to get tangled up with at the moment.]
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WHAT COULD POSSIBLY BE MORE IMPORTANT THEN HIM?!
Oh. What's this little voice?
Jim arches a neatly trimmed brow, still keeping hold of Sherlock of course, as he turns his he ever so slightly. Dark eyes take a glance just over his shoulder at little solider boy over here. ]
Oh but I'm afraid you didn't say please. [ Poor Sherly. The hand that was holding his chin suddenly slips down along his jaw and grabs viciously at the detective's throat with a proper squeeze to that oh so vital wind-pipe. ]
As I recall Johnny boy, you weren't invited to our little play date.
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Not as late as you usually are.
[ But that's all he would get to say. When Moriarty grabbed Sherlock's throat viciously like that, his hands tightened on the gun, and God help him but he almost pulled the trigger. That's all it would take, and Jim would be out of their lives. But at what cost? If his 'men' were involved, they would take out John and possibly Sherlock as well. The madman didn't like to get his hands dirty, after all. Swallowing hard, he kept the gun trained on the man. ]
I'm crashing the party.
You've had your fun. Let him go. We both know you don't want to hurt him. You'd be too bored without him.
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Don't w-worry... I.. I invited him. [He manages to choke out the words between short gasps of breath.] ..it's more fun this way...
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Well well now! Color me surprised, it seems little Johnny the soldier has figured it all out!
[ Jim's eyes shift over to something just behind John in a silent command as he only gives a curt nod of his head. Rest assured, his snipers are still standing guard but won't fire until he gives a vocal instruction to do so. ]
I would never dream of hurting poor Sherly. [ Despite the he gives his neck a fierce squeeze. Nails just barely cutting into the flesh before he does actually let go, patting the detective's cheek playfully. ] ...but I have had fantasies of seriously injuring and maiming him. Just gets me off I guess.
Is that weird?
[ Yeah that's probably a little weird. But not as strange as actually advancing towards the man who has him targeted at gun point. ]. I'm curious though, Johnny~
What is it that you fantasize
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Didn't mean he would take his eyes off the man either. Sherlock saw that faint nod. Obviously a signal. No doubt there were men posted around the warehouse. Aimed or not, if anything where to go wrong, they'd fire immediately. Really, their situation hadn't gotten any easier. His eyes would catch John's look and he'd only shake his head slightly. Sherlock knew how tempted he was. He could read it on him easily. How that soldier instinct kicked in, his stance, the steady firm grip of his weapon. John was a patient doctor, but not a patient warrior.]
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[ He purrs that right off his tongue and smirks. Jim is well aware of the situation. It's obvious that he's the one in control here. Even with the barrel of a gun trained on him so viciously. Doesn't stop him from stepping ever closer though. ]
Fantasies are much more fun when you make them reality. Let's play, hm?
[ Moriarty moves in all too close but he never did care much for personal space. He just leans forward and keeps his eyes on John in the process while lowering himself down just enough to let the pistol press right against his forehead oh so temptingly. ]
Here Johnny-boy. How's this then? Get you excited?
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Damnit. But it didn't matter about him, or his pride. This was Sherlock, and he couldn't lose him.
When Jim came right up them and pressed his damn forehead to the damn barrel of his gun, he almost lost it. Again You could just see his cheek twitch, hands tightening on the gun. ]
Don't tempt me, Moriarty. I've killed men before. You know I have.
Can't say you wouldn't deserve it.
Just... let him go. Then you can have me.
You can do whatever you want with me, just let Sherlock go.
[ Oh, John. But the self-sacrificing words were out of his mouth before he could take ( ... )
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John!
[Yes, hi, attention back here please. Sherlock seems to look like a mix between of desperation and anger, tugging at the zip ties which bound his wrists. He's got a little bit more mobility now at least, moving his arms weakly to try and get loose.] Don't be ridiculous! Just shoot him!
[Obviously desperate. Or it could have been blamed on the drugs. That command may have sounded frantic but the man rarely ever says anything without carefully calculating the possible resulting scenario. If John gives himself over, who knows what would become of him. If he just shoots, they both die. Frankly, Sherlock preferred the latter.]
Shoot Him!
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