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Post by James 'Jim' Moriarty on Apr 1, 2012 17:15:04 GMT
12th January 2012
Given how many operations and sponsors I've been helping out with recently, making my days busier and busier, I've decided to make this journal to keep the important things in order. Hopefully it will help. Maybe I'll take a page or two sometimes just to rant at any annoying amateurs who get in my way, ordinary people who waste their time, and that ever-present thorn in my side, Sherlock Holmes.
Speaking of which, I popped round to St. Bart's today to pay said detective a visit. He was in 'un-cooperative sod' mood. Busy working on some silly soil experiment. I don't think he paid me much attention, which he really should've done. It was like talking to a wall that he wanted to shoot when he's bored. I tried to talk things over with him, make him see that if he joined with me, we could avoid the catastrophic fall I have in store for him. But he was pretty much just "Nope, get out."
I also tried to give him a dose of a new poison I made. I had a bag of jelly babies coated in it, but he didn't want any. He never eats. He just dumped them in the bin. And here was me trying to be polite! Is there such things as hospitality these days?
So I decided to revert to Plan B, and had Moran, who was on the roof of an opposite building, shoot one of the doctors just to watch Sherlock try and work out 'whodunit' and see if he could link it back to me. In fact, I think I'll go watch him now. Maybe with a bit of popcorn. And after that, I'll be faking my identity and giving Sherlock's life story to a hungry journalist. Thank you Mycroft!
- JM
Given how many operations and sponsors I've been helping out with recently, making my days busier and busier, I've decided to make this journal to keep the important things in order. Hopefully it will help. Maybe I'll take a page or two sometimes just to rant at any annoying amateurs who get in my way, ordinary people who waste their time, and that ever-present thorn in my side, Sherlock Holmes.
Speaking of which, I popped round to St. Bart's today to pay said detective a visit. He was in 'un-cooperative sod' mood. Busy working on some silly soil experiment. I don't think he paid me much attention, which he really should've done. It was like talking to a wall that he wanted to shoot when he's bored. I tried to talk things over with him, make him see that if he joined with me, we could avoid the catastrophic fall I have in store for him. But he was pretty much just "Nope, get out."
I also tried to give him a dose of a new poison I made. I had a bag of jelly babies coated in it, but he didn't want any. He never eats. He just dumped them in the bin. And here was me trying to be polite! Is there such things as hospitality these days?
So I decided to revert to Plan B, and had Moran, who was on the roof of an opposite building, shoot one of the doctors just to watch Sherlock try and work out 'whodunit' and see if he could link it back to me. In fact, I think I'll go watch him now. Maybe with a bit of popcorn. And after that, I'll be faking my identity and giving Sherlock's life story to a hungry journalist. Thank you Mycroft!
- JM
