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Post by James 'Jim' Moriarty on Apr 1, 2012 23:08:51 GMT
As soon as Karen turned her back, Moriarty's smile faded. He got up and walked past the kitchen into the room he found the computer in. Going in, he saw that the software did work, as the articles she had been looking at were still on the screen. "That Moriarty bloke..." he started. "Who was he again? Broke into the Tower of London or something, didn't he?"
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Post by Karen 'Kaz' McKay on Apr 1, 2012 23:12:23 GMT
"Yep,"[/color] Karen answered from the kitchen where she was putting the kettle on. "Broke into the Tower of London just for fun, it seems. Didn't even steal the crown jewels. He just... sat there. Personally, I think he's just looking for attention."[/color]
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Post by James 'Jim' Moriarty on Apr 1, 2012 23:16:55 GMT
"Oh?" Moriarty asked. "Why do you think he would do that?" Maybe she would give him some hints as to why she was looking him up and snooping around.
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Post by Karen 'Kaz' McKay on Apr 1, 2012 23:20:51 GMT
"Well, my neighbour for one. They're 'arch enemies' apparently. Which sounds like it's straight out of a detective story or a comic book, but there you are. They're both a bit... theatrical. Which is fine, I like it. Normal is boring,"[/color] she said and finished the tea, walking to him to hand him is cup, smiling.
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Post by James 'Jim' Moriarty on Apr 1, 2012 23:27:44 GMT
Moriarty, appearing grateful, took the tea and sipped it. "Thanks," he said. "And that sounds a bit...weird. Who's your neighbour?"
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Post by Karen 'Kaz' McKay on Apr 1, 2012 23:39:36 GMT
"That Sherlock Holmes bloke,"[/b] she answered him, taking a sip. "He's been in all the papers recently."[/b]
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Post by James 'Jim' Moriarty on Apr 1, 2012 23:42:04 GMT
"Oh, him!" Moriarty said, as if in recognition. "But...didn't he die? Jump off a building, or something like that? And I heard he was a fraud too..." Maybe Karen would reveal something to him about anything Sherlock may have told her. Perhaps he gave her a clue as to how he survived his fall?
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Post by Karen 'Kaz' McKay on Apr 1, 2012 23:46:37 GMT
"Oh, no, he's definitely not a fraud. Nobody could be that... annoying all the time." Karen said, smiling. "Well, I could have met his ghost the other day. He was pretty pale so it's completely plausible that he is dead."
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Post by James 'Jim' Moriarty on Apr 3, 2012 17:55:32 GMT
Moriarty laughed. That had been a joke, hadn't it? He didn't find it funny, but he still laughed. And then he got bored. So he decided to pull his gun out of his pocket and hold it to Karen's head, while he wiped away the ketchup, threw back his hood, and took off his sunglasses.
"BOO!"
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Post by Karen 'Kaz' McKay on Apr 5, 2012 13:00:58 GMT
Karen's eyes widened and her heart skipped a beat. "Oh, my God, it's you," Karen said, gripping the handle of her tea cup like it was her only lifeline. Just then, a thought occurred to her - it might well be her lifeline. She was a bit scared to risk it, but if she didn't she'd most definitely be shot where she stood.
She threw the hot tea in his face, knee'd him in his stomach and wrestled the gun out of his hand and pointed it at him, shaking slightly. 'Thank god for those self-defence glasses,' she thought.
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Post by James 'Jim' Moriarty on Apr 6, 2012 14:11:17 GMT
Well, that had been unexpected. When Moriarty had let out a yell and wiped the hot tea off his face, he looked up to find that she was pointing his gun at him. He smiled and chuckled. "Do you honestly think you could shoot me?" he asked.
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Post by Karen 'Kaz' McKay on Apr 6, 2012 14:25:16 GMT
"Better than the alternative; you shooting me." Karen said, working up a little bit of courage. She didn't know what she was going to do! She can't hold him here forever.
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Post by James 'Jim' Moriarty on Apr 6, 2012 21:25:33 GMT
Moriarty rolled his eyes. "If you give me that gun back, then I at least won't kill you." He held out his hand and looked into her eyes.
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Post by Karen 'Kaz' McKay on Apr 6, 2012 21:36:18 GMT
"No." She said, backing away. "If I give it back you'll shoot me."
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Post by James 'Jim' Moriarty on Apr 9, 2012 17:11:17 GMT
With a shrug, Moriarty sat down at her computer. "Think what you want," he said, and looked at the articles she had open. "Me, me, me...so what's got you so interested in me?"
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