Jim Moriarty met Sebastian Moran for the first time in one those pointless upper class event one evening. The day had not turned out to be as exciting as our dear Jim had hoped so he decided to entertain himself and actually mingle. Mingling with ordinary people sounded such an good idea at first in his head, but it turned out to be even more boring. He was already starting to feel the numbing effects of boredom creeping up to him. He’d gone through the guests and did the mental notes about them. They were so boring and not even remotely interesting; One banker who was having an affair with his secretary and took her to luxurious trips to Hong Kong. What the secretary didn’t know that the bank was on the verge of an bankruptcy and that the banker had loaned Jim some amount of money to keep it all together. It wouldn’t be too long now when the banker would realize the money wasn’t enough and came back crawling to Jim. Another banker with an fetish for fingernails and had secret bank accounts in Caiman Islands. Those accounts were owned by Jim of course.
And the Caiman Islands for that matter.A vice president of an big oil company who owned Jim plenty of money. Basically, Jim Moriarty knew everyone in this miserable place, but they had no idea who he was. They had no idea that he was their biggest fear.Jim was listening to an old woman, who blabbered away something about how the banks were not to be trusted. You couldn’t be more right Jim mused in his head while keeping up an solemn face and nodding once in a while. He wasn’t sure how long he’d endured this sheer torture, but he was certain he couldn’t do this any longer. The old woman with a ridiculous lilac hat apparently had asked him something. Jim painted a smile on his face and for a fleeting moment he wished that the woman would leave him be. He was starting to get peckish and those crab cakes looked awfully tempting. Luckily, the old hag saw someone she remotely familiar, perhaps an old shag, excused herself and left. Jim exhaled. He wasn’t done yet. He was masochistic enough to continue mingling. In a way, he was intrigued how did the mind of an ordinary person work. What made them tick? And most importantly, why were they so bloody dull?
46 ways how to skin these people in the most funniest way.
By the time the crab cakes were almost all eaten - not by Jim I’m afraid, but he did let himself gorge one too many of those things - the mood of the party was exactly the same as it was earlier. Jim hadn’t had anything interesting to do expect engage in pointless conversations about the weather or about the world business. He made a mental note while talking to an important looking businessman to bankrupt his company. He liked doing that. Bankrupting companies or banks was a thrill when you saw them struggle. They were like little tiny insects that had fallen on their back and their little legs squirming in the air helplessly. Then you squished them. Or ripped them apart slowly. Everything depended on Jim’s mood.
He was bored. There was no going around it. So bored, he scanned the premise, desperately hoping to spot something interesting. Maybe he could start a fight. Or a quarrel. He loved those. He loved watching people pull their heads off just because of some rumor that wasn’t even true. Once again Jim found himself thinking how funny ordinary people were.
His dark eyes eagerly took in what he saw even if they were just normal people talking. It was then when Jim Moriarty spotted Sebastian Moran. He was standing in the corner, away from everyone, with his tall and rather grim complexion. He wasn’t like anyone else in this place. Jim could sense that. He could see that. Jim licked his lips, unsure how long he had actually stared at the other man and in that moment the other man turned to look at Jim. Their eyes met and for a first time in quite some time Jim couldn’t think of anything to do. His mind was blank. Now, that was a first. He couldn’t think of anything else to say or do, but to let a grin escape on his features - one of those really utterly moronic looking grin if I may add - and lift his hand for an awkward wave.
To his surprise, the other man waved back.
Sebastian Moran. What an unordinary name.
trolololol i don’t know.
(Source: jim-from-eyetea, via ireneadlered)
^^^Yup, that’s me. Hahahhaha
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