Painting In Monochrome

Jim toyed with his phone, turning it round and round between his fingers, attention barely held by the plastic and metal. It had been less than a month since he’d offered Watson the battlefield back. Thus far he’d only sent him against one man, a lowlife that liked to get barely-pubescent children addicted to hard drugs as soon as possible to cut the market when they were still young, easily-fooled and confused by the proper value of money. It had been an easy sell. It went against everything the darling little doctor held dear. Health, children… and malicious harm to the greater public too. The fact that the dealer had (accidentally) shot a little girl to keep his secret certainly sweetened the pot, where Moriarty was concerned.

Funny to think the man had originally gone to the criminal consultant for help hiding her body. Silly thing. But he’d just been such an easy in, like the ‘freefer’ hit he liked giving those precious young things. But that was two weeks ago, and he had to feed John something a little less black. After all, if he really just gave him the detritus of society, however would he make him the lovely little toy that would make Sherlock Holmes fall to his knees?

Jim craned his head to the side, scrolling through his list of contacts without paying much mind to them. Ravvers had been making a good deal of noise about leaving the first for more ‘active’ hunting grounds lately. When did the idiots ever learn? Did they expect him to roll over dead and let them take themselves elsewhere? Silly little puppies.

[SMS: Captain JW] How do you feel about a mercenary mole? His last little leak resulted in four-hundred dead. When he gets bored he likes to snipe game from helicopters. His favourites include foxes, oxen and Buddhists.

John couldn’t believe what he had let himself agree to. Something that he knew that his deceased friend would find distasteful even to his adventitious needs and the compromise that had been made. John was at this point, working for The Consulting Criminal, the man that had framed and even killed his own best friend. Within a week of working, he had taken down criminals he only assumed owed some sort of debt to The Spider, or had done something to anger him. Nevertheless, the criminals were all people that he would have been catching with Sherlock anyways. Killing them, however, was not something he expected.

He found that Jim was right. He enjoyed this, he liked the thrill of the hunt and the satisfaction of getting rid of the people that plagued the streets of London. He drew in a breath as he received a text from his new employer, feeling his heart drop into his stomach every time the name appeared on his phone. It was so damn hard to not be resentful.

[Text] Where do I find him? JW

He wondered how long he would put up with this. How long he had until The Criminal would manipulate him to do more than acts of justice and how far he would go to get his own thrill.

20th December

Anonymous

Really? Who was the last to tell you that you're no fun? x

Jim Moriarty.

16th December

theconsultingspider:

Rate my character: 10/10

My portrayal of my character: Something close to perfection.

How well I stay IC: Honestly, not always IC. But when you are, you’re very IC.

How interesting my RPs are: I stalk most to all of them. I’d say very.

Any RPs you’d be interested in having with me: Always!

Also: Please tell me WHY you followed? You were one of the first Jim’s I was introduced to. I stayed because you’re fab.

If not always IC, how 10/10? IDGI