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Post by Karen 'Kaz' McKay on Apr 1, 2012 20:11:27 GMT
Karen was living next to the grumpiest and only Consulting Detective in the world. She figured there must be a reason he was so grumpy all the time and that would be the doings of the worlds only Consulting Criminal. She decided to look into it a bit and so she settled herself down on her couch with the laptop on her lap. She had read his name in tons of papers before but had never really stopped to think about it or look further into it. Now, she, Karen McKay, was googling Jim Moriarty.
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Post by James 'Jim' Moriarty on Apr 1, 2012 20:23:26 GMT
Moriarty sat in front of his computer. He had recently infiltrated all the computers on Baker Street (even Sherlock's, though it had taken quite a while) and installed a new spy software he developed into them. There was no way of telling that the software was on the computer, but it allowed Moriarty to see what the people of Baker Street were looking at on their monitors. So he decided to try it out now.
First he looked at Sherlock's. He was just continously refreshing his site. When would he realize hardly anyone went on it? Maybe Moriarty would post him a puzzle there, if he was feeling generous. Then he went to John's. He was checking his blog. Again, there was nothing there.
Eventually, Moriarty came to the computer belonging to that new model who moved into 221A. Karen, was it? And her activity caught his interest. She was looking up information about him. What could have given her reason to do this? He leaned closer and watched her screen from his, seeing what she would do.
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Post by Karen 'Kaz' McKay on Apr 1, 2012 20:28:14 GMT
Karen found an article on Moriarty's trial and read it thoroughly. It didn't make sense! He just stood there! It must have been rigged. She thought for a minute and then decided to look up on the jury members. They were all real people with real lives; all with something he could have taken away from them if they hadn't cooperated. There was a break as well, he could have done it then?
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Post by James 'Jim' Moriarty on Apr 1, 2012 20:34:23 GMT
Hm, it appeared this girl was intelligent. As soon as she had read about his trial, she had looked up about the jury members. She probably knew that there was the possibility of him threatening them. Which he had, of course. Oh, ordinary people were so funny! He couldn't wait to see what she would work the answer out to be. Which would hopefully end up with him having to kill her. He had been bored.
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Post by Karen 'Kaz' McKay on Apr 1, 2012 20:42:02 GMT
After looking at all the information, Karen was sure Moriarty had threatened the jury to let him go. Even the judge wanted him in jail... She went back to the google homepage and saw an article named 'MORIARTY; FRAUD and read all about Richard Brook. She'd never seen this man in her life and yet he claimed to have had a show and DVDs and everything. And just when everything passed and Sherlock was believed to be dead; Richard Brook disappeared. No trace of him anywhere she looked.
Moriarty was real and she knew it.
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Post by James 'Jim' Moriarty on Apr 1, 2012 22:29:00 GMT
Well, that settled it. She now knew that Moriarty was real. How could she not, reading at the articles he was seeing her look at? Now the question was: how to deal with her? Then he got the idea. Going over to his wardrobe, he took out some ripped jeans, a hoodie, a cap and sunglasses. He threw them on, and placed the cap on his head with the hood up so that his face wouldn't be seen that well. Then he took a back of fake blood out of his drawer and put it in his inside pocket.
Getting a two-minute taxi ride to the end of Baker Street, he dabbed some of the blood on his nose and ran up to 221A. He knocked on the door, waiting for the model to answer, while he held his hood over where his supposed wound was.
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Post by Karen 'Kaz' McKay on Apr 1, 2012 22:34:27 GMT
She jumped as someone knocked on her door. Standing up and walking over quickly, she opened the door to see an injured man.
"Oh, my god, are you alright?!"[/color] Karen asked, her eyes wide as she looked at him.
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Post by James 'Jim' Moriarty on Apr 1, 2012 22:39:34 GMT
"I'm s-s-s-so sorry..." Moriarty stammered, making his voice sound high and panicky. "I just got attacked by some thugs, and...this was the closest door I could find...they took my wallet, gave me a bleeding noise...please, can you help me?" he pleaded. Moriarty could put on a decent act. He had shown that when he had pretended to be Richard Brook.
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Post by Karen 'Kaz' McKay on Apr 1, 2012 22:46:06 GMT
Karen couldn't turn him away, she was way too compassionate. If only she knew.
"No, it's fine! Come in, please! Oh, god, are you sure you're okay? Should I call an ambulance or something?"[/color] she let him in and closed the door behind him, running to fetch him a towel for his blood.
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Post by James 'Jim' Moriarty on Apr 1, 2012 22:49:36 GMT
Moriarty smiled when she let him in. "Oh, thank you. Thank you so much..." He looked at her as she ran off. "I don't know, is it that bad?" he asked when she mentioned an ambulance. "I don't think anything's broken, but I wouldn't know...oh, this hasn't been a good day..."
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Post by Karen 'Kaz' McKay on Apr 1, 2012 22:52:39 GMT
She ran into the room again and offered him a towel. "I sure hope nothing's broken. Sit down and we'll clean you up,"[/color] she smiled kindly and tried to see under his cap, but he kept his head down.
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Post by James 'Jim' Moriarty on Apr 1, 2012 22:55:51 GMT
Returning the smile, Moriarty took the towel and dabbed at his face. He sat down, appearing to be weak. He also made sure there was still no way his face could be seen. "Oh, thank you so much..." he said again as he blew into the towel, again faking pain.
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Post by Karen 'Kaz' McKay on Apr 1, 2012 23:00:09 GMT
Karen looked extremely sympathetic; she just wanted to help!
"D-Do you want tea or something? Tea always helps,"[/color] she smiled quickly.
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Post by James 'Jim' Moriarty on Apr 1, 2012 23:01:50 GMT
"Tea would be nice," Moriarty just smiled.
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Post by Karen 'Kaz' McKay on Apr 1, 2012 23:03:49 GMT
"Coming right up,"[/color] she smiled and turned her back to him to walk to her kitchen .
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