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thoughtformed2012-02-22 06:51 am
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Ordinary lives.
Who: Jim (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
seemeinacrown) and Ianto (rlylikethatcoat)
What: Jim meets his newlive-in roommate
When: Backdated to the 18th
Where: West 205
Warnings: Excessive lying and acting may occur.
Moriarty had formed no less than twelve opinions of New Moore within the first ten minutes of his arrival. He had always been especially talented at adapting himself to new situations, and this was no exception. Yes, it was annoying to have to rebuild his wealth and contacts from the ground up, but not impossible. It could even be fun. With Sherlock out of the picture, he was going to need a new challenge to keep him from becoming irrevocably bored with how dull life was. Surrounded by ordinary, tiny minds and boring lives.
Soon he would make them dance for him, and watch them twist and bend to his games. They always did, sooner or later. It was so simple, when you knew what strings to pull and buttons to press. Jim liked to press their buttons and watch them tick.
First, he had one little matter to deal with. His roommate. A certain Ianto Jones. Welshman. Suit and Tie, quiet chap, reserved but not what he would classify as shy. Distrusting. Chronic liar, if Moriarty were to take a guess. Not quite as dim-witted as most, but still not near clever enough to reach Jim's level. The way he walked, too. Moriarty had to school his expression against a smirk. Sleeping with unknown man. He had a faint smell that clung to him. Coffee grounds and metal.
Every observation tucked away as useless until proven useful. He was a liability. A potential witness and observer, and a loose end.
"Hi." Casual, slapped on smile, slightly vacant, lost expression, and a rumpled appearance to his suit. Moriarty certainly looked the part of an uncertain new arrival. As he should. He made certain he would. A short, nervous laugh escaped his lips as he looked around past the open door. "Is- Is this West 205? Sorry, only I think I'm supposed to stay here. Is this the right room?"
seemeinacrown) and Ianto (rlylikethatcoat)What: Jim meets his new
When: Backdated to the 18th
Where: West 205
Warnings: Excessive lying and acting may occur.
Moriarty had formed no less than twelve opinions of New Moore within the first ten minutes of his arrival. He had always been especially talented at adapting himself to new situations, and this was no exception. Yes, it was annoying to have to rebuild his wealth and contacts from the ground up, but not impossible. It could even be fun. With Sherlock out of the picture, he was going to need a new challenge to keep him from becoming irrevocably bored with how dull life was. Surrounded by ordinary, tiny minds and boring lives.
Soon he would make them dance for him, and watch them twist and bend to his games. They always did, sooner or later. It was so simple, when you knew what strings to pull and buttons to press. Jim liked to press their buttons and watch them tick.
First, he had one little matter to deal with. His roommate. A certain Ianto Jones. Welshman. Suit and Tie, quiet chap, reserved but not what he would classify as shy. Distrusting. Chronic liar, if Moriarty were to take a guess. Not quite as dim-witted as most, but still not near clever enough to reach Jim's level. The way he walked, too. Moriarty had to school his expression against a smirk. Sleeping with unknown man. He had a faint smell that clung to him. Coffee grounds and metal.
Every observation tucked away as useless until proven useful. He was a liability. A potential witness and observer, and a loose end.
"Hi." Casual, slapped on smile, slightly vacant, lost expression, and a rumpled appearance to his suit. Moriarty certainly looked the part of an uncertain new arrival. As he should. He made certain he would. A short, nervous laugh escaped his lips as he looked around past the open door. "Is- Is this West 205? Sorry, only I think I'm supposed to stay here. Is this the right room?"
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"No, you have the right room." He left the door open, stepping back so Jim could come in. "Ianto. Ianto Jones. I'm your roommate." He didn't offer his hand for a handshake but he did force a small smile. Might as well attempt to be friendly. No one chose to end up on this island, after all.