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The Tiger and the Criminal.

Post by Solemn-Marauder on Mon Jul 23, 2012 1:53 am

Dragging his feet on his way back home, Sebastian ran a hand through his hair, hitching his bag up higher on his shoulder. The target had been in a position that made it impossible to shoot him for a whole two hours, and the sniper was cold and sore from lying atop a rooftop for so long. He was used to it, of course; the waiting, and the lying still, but the wind had been blowing at his back all evening. Finally making it home, he unlocked the door, calling out a greeting. He wasn’t really surprised to receive no response. Jim was always busy doing something or other. Coming home to an empty flat wasn’t something strange for Sebastian, though after a frustrating job, he would have liked to find Jim home waiting for him.

Well, more likely working than waiting, but having him there would have been nice. He couldn't help but be curious as to where the man was at the moment. The way Jim had been going on about Sherlock Holmes recently, Sebastian couldn't help but be worried. He wouldn't put it past the man to do something incredibly stupid, and life threatening. Genius or not, Jim could do really stupid things sometimes. The worst part was that the idiot knew exactly what he was doing, and what the repercussions were. Of course he did. He just didn't care.

He let out a long sigh, dropping the duffel bag containing his rifle to the floor, leaving it by the door as he kicked off his shoes. He didn't care about leaving his things out, but he knew Jim would probably bitch at him for it later. He draped his jacket over the back of an armchair as he made his way into their rather extensive living room. He had never understood Jim’s need to have such extravagant and expensive things, but he didn’t particularly care. After the war, as long as he had a nice bed, and something to eat, he was fine. The Irishman could worry about what colours matched, and what prime location their flat was in.

Sebastian was still rather chilled, despite the warmth of the flat, so he didn’t waste his time in showering, letting the hot water relax his stiff muscles, sighing. He had no idea how long he was in the shower for, not bothering to even glance at a clock when he got out, drying off and pulling on a loose pair of sweats instead. He flicked the telly on idly, sprawling out onto the couch, only half paying attention.
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Post by JENOVA's SOLDIER on Mon Jul 23, 2012 10:32 pm

“So you meant it, right?” Molly asked, her eyes were locked on her hands where they wrung together in her lap. It seemed physically difficult for her to bring her eyes up to her dark haired companion, even for just one short moment. When she did look at him she gave him a shaky, nervous smile which quickly disappeared along with the rest of her confidence as she looked back down at her hands.

Jim turned to look at her his dark eyes wide and innocent, “Meant what?” He asked, blinking a couple times, the slightest of pouts tugging at his lips. Ha, as though he couldn’t read this pathetically ordinary woman like an open book. There was only ever one thing on her mind, only one thing that she would ever need such constant and annoying reassurance over.

Sherlock Holmes.

“The thing with Sh-… Sherlock. Giving him your number. You said it was a joke…” Her eyes kept flipping between Jim and her hands, “You meant that, right?” The uncertainty in her words and posture was almost amusing. Jim was trying to figure out which motive held stronger in her mind for asking though, the fact that Jim himself had a better shot with the consulting detective than she ever did or the fact that Jim may have been using her to get to him; what amazingly dull and inaccurate assumption. Ha, as though he needed her to get close to Sherlock.

“Of course, we’ve discussed this already, dear.” He said with a large grin and a small laugh. He shook his head and put a hand on her knee, oh yes, casual touching was sure to get her to shut up about it quickly, “I was just playing with him. Such an uptight guy, that one, I couldn’t help make a little joke with him.” He said, squeezing her knee before bringing his hand back to his lap. She went with it, looking from where Jim’s hand had been to his face and smiling and nodding.

The cab pulled up in front of her house and she got out, Jim went to follow her, to be the proper gentleman. But she stopped him, “No, it’s alright I can show myself in. You go on.” She said, “It was a nice evening. I-I’ll call you, alright?” She said, her hand tightening on the door to the cab.

“Feel free.” He said with a large smile. She smiled again with a short whiney laugh before closing the cab door and walking up to her building. Jim rolled his eyes and his Jim from IT character fell away for a second as his boredom and disgust leaked onto his features for a moment. Shockingly enough the cabbie noticed, “Clingy, that one, yeah?” The man asked. Jim pushed the smile back onto his face, “Not at all, sir. It’s just getting late and I’m a wee bit tired. So if you wouldn’t mind…” The cabbie got the hint quick enough and was back on the road soon enough.

It didn’t take long to pull up in front of Jim’s flat, a nice place on the expensive side of town. Paying the cabbie Jim, with a little skip to his step, heading up to the door and proceeded into the living room her paid for and low in behold his freeloader was sprawled out on the couch watching TV. “Hello~”? Jim chimed, throwing his keys down and tugging his pants up a little higher. He looked Sebastian over for a while, “Long day?” He asked, “No matter. I have more important things to spend my time on.” At the moment it was the mundane task of changing his clothes and getting out of character. It was always a chore, changing his attitude back to normal. He moved himself into the bathroom, washing gel and hairspray out and washing the trace amounts of eye make-up off his face. Why did gay men have to be so glitzy, as much as he could appreciate a well done up person, he wasn't a fan of the make-up like this on himself.

"I had a lovely dinner with Molly." Jim said from his spot in front of the sink, knowing he was speaking loud enough for Sebastian to hear, "I'm thinking about having her over after our next date. That's something a normal couple would do, yes? Go over to one's house. You don't mind, do you?" He ended with an upward infliction though he honestly didn't care about an answer. Poking reactions out of normal people was sometimes the only amusement he could find.
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Post by Solemn-Marauder on Mon Jul 23, 2012 11:25 pm

Sebastian ended up dozing on the couch for a while, the television fading to the background, eyes drifting closed. His military training jerked him out of his sleep instantly at the sound of the door, hand reaching for a gun that wasn’t there before he realized it was probably only Jim. This was confirmed as the man walked into the living room. He raised his eyebrows as Jim pulled his pants up, having been riding them rather low, which was odd. He knew it was for his stupid disguise, but it was still strange to see. He mumbled a lazy greeting, stretching his arms above his head.

He rolled his eyes when the criminal asked him a question, which he assumed wasn’t really a question, before moving on so quickly. Of course he had things to do. He always did. He hummed a short laugh to himself when he heard the tap running, knowing Jim had to get rid of the crap he’d put all over his face that morning. Mood rather dismal to begin with, Sebastian could only scowl when Jim started speaking over the tap. He could hear his boss easily over the running water, but he was none too pleased with the words that came out of his mouth.

“Of course you did,” he muttered under his breath at the initial statement, knowing full well that the man had probably hated every minute of it. He just wanted a reaction. Crossing his arms, the sniper sighed. It was going to be difficult not to rise to the bait. As soon as Jim mentioned bringing the stupid girl from the morgue home, Sebastian sat up, all intentions of not reacting forgotten.

“Yeah, of course I don’t bloody mind,” he all but snarled, sarcasm dripping from his voice. He couldn’t care less that Jim probably wasn’t looking for an answer, simply glaring in the direction of the bathroom, scowl firmly in place. “It’s bad enough she’s in the picture in the first place, I don’t want her here,” he crossed his arms stubbornly.

He knew that there was nothing he could do to change Jim’s mind, or influence his decisions, but he had to argue anyways. He always did. It wasn’t in his nature to sit there and be pushed around. One of the many reasons he was discharged from the military. ‘Insubordination’, they said.

Sebastian hated the fact that he had to share Jim in the first place. Even if it was a fake relationship, with some stupid bitch. He knew his own relationship with the Irishman was dubious, but he didn’t share. If there was one thing Sebastian hated above all else, it was sharing what was his. Nobody touched his things. He knew if Jim knew that he considered the man his possession he would be skinned in a heartbeat. It was bad enough that this ‘Molly Hooper’ was in the equation anyways, but if he had to see it, there was no way he could be held responsible for his actions.
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Post by JENOVA's SOLDIER on Tue Jul 24, 2012 9:43 am

Jim hummed to himself as Sebastian spoke, of course that sparked something in him. Having himself cleaned and changed into something a little less flamboyant, he moved himself into his room. The bed was narrow and clearly not as expensive as the rest of the things that littered the apartment. It wasn’t as if it was used very often. Why spend the money on something that won’t be used.

He turned on his computer and left it to warm up, yes, he was expecting a message anytime soon. With the smallest skip in his step he headed back out into the kitchen, “Shame, she’s a nice girl. Dumb as a rock and see through as a piece of well-polished glass, but nice. You didn’t touch my timer did you?” He looked at the small kitchen appliance seated on the table and found that it was still exactly as he had left it, except the number had dwindled considerably. Of course this wasn’t the only thing counting down; he just liked the sound of this one more. His computer and his phone would beep a couple times but this,… this screeched like a banshee when it hit 0:00, it sounded much more like a final ‘Game Over’ than a couple of mechanical beeps.

Then he heard it, the small chime from his computer. “It’s here!” He called literally jumping as he turned around and skipped to his computer a large smile on his face, it was like Christmas and all he was doing was playing a game. He had it figured out, he opened up a window and began to type out his reply. After it was sent he pranced back through the flat picking up a few stray items. “I’ve just become significantly busier,” He said to Sebastian, the grin on his face large and the glimmer in his eyes a wee bit more insane than cheerful, “Don’t bother me. Turn off the TV, the sound in the background is a distraction.”

“’Apply 221b Baker St.’ his modesty astounds… But nine hours… Hardly a high score…”He muttered to himself as he walked back into his room and sat himself down. E-mails were sent, phone calls made. Every detail had to be perfect and it all had to be done in the next couple hours so he could get the call out in the morning and have his little actor ready for their debut performance. Of course the rest of the night was going to be dedicated to setting things up, making sure things were place where they should be, precautions were taken, and the likes. He didn’t have time to take care of himself when this was so much more entertaining.
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Post by Solemn-Marauder on Tue Jul 24, 2012 1:55 pm

Sebastian scoffed and rolled his eyes. A nice girl, how lovely. He couldn’t count the times he had heard “Nice people are so boooring, Sebby,” whined in that telltale Irish accent. He didn’t even bother to answer the question about the timer. Jim had to know he wasn’t stupid enough to touch his timers. Not the brightest, no, but he wasn’t a complete idiot. Half of him hoped that Holmes would fail to pass Jim’s tests, and the criminal would get bored of him, and have him killed. The other half wanted the detective to pass every test, so he didn’t have to hear the shrieking of that goddamn timer ever again. He’d heard it in the past, and threatened to shoot it if Jim didn’t turn it off.

Sprawling back against the couch, running a hand through his still damp hair. He glanced up briefly when he heard the faint chime of Jim’s computer, knowing what it was even before the criminal’s excited yell. He couldn’t help but give a short laugh at the uneven sound of Jim skipping back to his room. It was almost cute, seeing him excited like that, even if he didn’t like the reason for his excitement. When the man flounced back through the flat, he raised his eyebrows, giving a slight grin in response to Jim’s manic one.

“Yeah, yeah. I got it, Boss,” he hummed, hitting the button to turn off the television. Sebastian knew he wouldn’t see the man for the rest of the night, unless he decided to go looking for him. Jim would shut himself up in his room all night, making negotiations, and planning the next step in his stupid ‘game’.

Lying on the couch in the silence, the only noise was the muffled sound of Jim’s voice every once and a while, making calls. Sebastian couldn’t help but be curious about what exactly he was planning. He knew the general idea of the plans, but he was spared the details, most of the time. He knew better than to ask Jim about it now, but he would ask in the morning, when he was finished his plans. He knew what happened when Jim was interrupted while working, and this was more important to him than just work. Jim loved his games like nothing else.

After a while, Sebastian decided to clean his rifle, before it sat all night and got jammed up. He didn’t need much sleep, though he slept much more than Jim did. He would sleep after tending to his guns. They were always more important. Retrieving his bag from the front door, he set everything out on the coffee table, methodically taking the weapons apart, and wiping them down, the quiet clicking of the rifle being taken apart the only sound in the silence, and Sebastian was fairly sure it wasn’t loud enough to bother Jim.
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Post by JENOVA's SOLDIER on Thu Jul 26, 2012 12:37 am

Jim had everything set up and he hadn’t looked at the clock since he sat back down at his computer but now he did. Two in the morning. He was done sooner than he thought he would be. He nodded to himself before standing up. The sound of Sebastian cleaning his gun was long gone and he didn’t know whether his flat mate would be awake or not at this time.

He walked into the living room, no, by this time Sebastian would have migrated to his room whether he was awake or not. Jim turned on the coffee machine in the kitchen; it was almost a guilty pleasure, caffeine. He had survived on it for so long when he was younger that it stuck with him into adulthood. Sometimes tea just couldn’t do it.

He removed the shirt he had put on and folded it as he draped it over the back of the couch where he sat down. He rubbed at his face; maybe he would end up falling asleep before his coffee had even finished brewing. His phone went off and kept that from happening quickly enough. An agent working under Jim was giving him more details about the police going in and picking up the little bomb he had set up.

The words he exchanged with Sherlock ran through his mind, all 77 of them. It was such a shame none of them had really been in person. He flipped his phone around in his fingers and he couldn’t help but wonder if Sherlock would call him. He smiled and laughed, the affect this man had on him was astounding. He was making the boredom ebb away, how could he not be completely obsessed with this little discovery, this little pocket of fun in his otherwise dull and monotone life.

The coffee machine let out a shrill beep to tell him that it was done. He slipped his phone back into his pocket and stood up again. He picked up a mug, a black glass with a white pattern of a crown screened onto the side of it. He poured himself a glass before sitting back down on the couch. He curled himself up and stared up the corner where the walls met the ceiling. He hummed to himself, fingers tapping on the side of his hot mug as he took small sips of it.

He didn’t know how long he sat there or how long he would continue to sit there, but his mind never stopped whirring as he continued to think about all of this. This game. To beat Sherlock Holmes, though even he had to admit to himself he didn’t want this game to end too soon, it was just starting to really get fun.
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Post by Solemn-Marauder on Thu Jul 26, 2012 1:22 am

Thoroughly cleaning his rifle, Sebastian was absorbed in his work, though his hands worked automatically. His guns were his babies. They were always in top condition, clean and in working order. Nobody touched his guns. Ever. Not even Jim, unless the man was trying to piss him off. Putting the last piece of his rifle down on the table, he looked over the parts in front of him. This was what he had left of his military career. This routine, this habit. Always keeping his equipment in top order, doing it methodically and carefully. Everything else about him had changed since the military. After dragging him off the streets, Jim had almost remade him, where his habits were concerned.

Putting his rifle back together easily, the sniper grabbed it, and his bag, and took them back to his bedroom. Dropping the bag to the floor, he stowed his gun away with all the others, in a custom made cabinet. Glancing at the clock, he sighed. It was just after midnight. With nothing left to do, he dropped into bed, flopping onto his stomach. He hadn’t bothered with the light, so he simply got comfortable, one arm curled above his head on the pillow, the other underneath the pillow, gripping the handgun he kept underneath loosely. Always good to be on guard.

Sebastian had only managed to doze lightly when he heard movement in the kitchen. He identified it easily as Jim making coffee, and a glance at the clock told him it was much too late for him to be up. He was well aware of how spotty Jim’s sleeping habits were, but with all the work the man was doing, he really did need his sleep.

Rolling over, he dragged himself to his feel, running a hand through his messy hair. He sighed, hearing the telltale beeping of the coffee machine, exiting his room. He squinted at the light for a moment, allowing his eyes to adjust briefly before he continued out.

Finding Jim sitting curled up on the couch, he leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms, just watching him for a minute. Sebastian could tell he was done working for the moment, or else he wouldn’t be sitting on the couch with his coffee, he would have taken it back to his laptop. Or he would have taken the machine with him.

“You should really get some sleep,” he said after a few minutes of silence, unsure if Jim even knew he was there or not. He knew he was silent when he moved, part of his training, drilled into his very core, but sometimes the criminal just knew things. Quite often, as far as he knew. “You’re done for the night, right? Bedtime, Boss.”
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Post by JENOVA's SOLDIER on Fri Jul 27, 2012 8:10 pm

Jim could easily tell that Sebastian had entered the room. Being aware of his surroundings was second nature to him by now so someone entering a room, no matter how silent, was incredibly obvious to him. Changes in the way the air circulated in the room, sometimes he could hear their breathing or their heartbeat, or smell them.

“Sleep…” Jim repeated shaking his head, “Sleep is for the weak, Sebby dear. I don’t need to sleep.” He said before looking over at the sniper. “Besides, who could sleep when they’re having so much fun?” That manic little smile was sneaking back onto Jim’s face his eyes lighting up.

“I’m never done for the night.” Jim said with a shrug turning back to look at the wall again. He brought his mug to his lips and took a very generous sip of the warm beverage. He let out a loud ‘ah’ as he swallowed it. The smile slid right back onto his face and he stared at the one spot on the wall for a long while more.

His phone went off in his pocket. He pulled it out and looked over the messages he had received. His new bomb was being set up as he sat there. Very good. This one was going to be fun as well. He stared at the words on his phone and his smile grew even wider, “Oh Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes, I can’t wait to see you dance this time. Just getting more and more frantic. How fun.” He said with a small laugh. He pressed the top of his phone to the top of his lip before slipping it back into his pocket.
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Post by Solemn-Marauder on Fri Jul 27, 2012 10:41 pm

Sebastian raised his eyebrows as Jim spoke, turning his head to look up at him. He rolled his eyebrows at the statement, letting out a long sigh. “No, you get weak, if you don’t sleep,” he muttered, running a hand through his blonde hair, which was already rather messy, having gone to bed while it was still damp. After the war, he appreciated every minute of undisturbed sleep he could get. Every little bit was like a blessing.

Shaking his head at the subtle changes in Jim’s expression, the sniper moved to drop into one of the armchairs in the room. He tipped his head back as he let out a sigh, wondering what it would take to persuade his employer to go to bed tonight. He usually found one way, be it bribery, force, or coercion.

“You’re not doing anything else. Messages can wait for the morning. I’d say that counts as being done for the night,” he shrugged. Tilting his head back down, he fixed his eyes on the slighter man. “You’ve been busy for so long now, and I have a feeling you’re going to be busy for a while yet. Get at least a few hours of sleep, Jim,” he said a bit more firmly, giving him a stern look. He didn’t want to have to be the one dragging the criminal to bed once he’d worked his body as far as it would go, until it was forced to rest, whether he wanted to or not.

Sebastian’s eyes turned from the dark haired man to the device that was being pulled out of his pocket, a scowl slipping onto his face rather easily. Oh, what he would give to drill a bullet between Holmes’s pale blue eyes. It would at least make Jim finally shut up about the man.
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Post by JENOVA's SOLDIER on Tue Aug 14, 2012 8:53 pm

Jim leaned forward to put his phone down on the coffee table and took the mug with both hands. “I don’t get weak. You don’t get weak with a mind like mine.” He said, he was past trying to convince himself that was true; of course he knew the repercussions of not sleeping. But twenty-four or thirty-six hours without sleep… his statement could easily hold true. Sebastian had seen Jim go longer than that without sleeping and although he hadn’t been in good condition he was stubborn that the lack of sleep was not affecting him until he had passed out.

On the other hand, Sebastian didn’t seem willing to give up. It was going to be one of those nights… Sebastian was going to continue trying until Jim was in bed; whether he went of his own will or ended up strapped down… well they’d have to wait and see where this went.

“I have far too many things in the works right now. I cannot afford to sleep until I know everything is ready. Don’t want my toys to get to far ahead of themselves.” He said before taking another sip from the dark mug. “I also have to deal with a few other things, the sort I’ve been putting on the back burner since this fun little game started. I have a reputation to live up to, Seb, I can’t disappoint the people who need me.” He said with a grin putting his mug down on the table. But he made no move for his phone, no move to get up and go back to his computer. He just met Sebastian’s eyes and grinned.

“Are we really going to go through this whole thing where you try to get me to sleep. It was fun the first couple times, but now it’s just tedious.” Jim said keeping the grin on his face as he uncurled himself and put his feet down on the floor. He crossed his arms over his chest and held his back straight, challenging.
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Post by Solemn-Marauder on Wed Aug 15, 2012 3:03 am

Raising his eyebrows at the statement, Sebastian barked a short, humourless laugh. “Yeah, all right. Your mind might not, but it’s the vessel that needs the sleep. Your body’s more human than the rest of you,” he pointed out. He was well aware that Jim knew the repercussions of not sleeping. He found them out first hand often enough, and he was a bloody genius to boot. But James was stubborn. That was the problem at hand. He was stubborn, and proud.

Sebastian crossed his arms, scoffing slightly at Jim’s next argument. “Oh please. You’ve always got a million things going on. I’m sure these idiots can wait a few hours, while you take a nap. I really hardly doubt people are going to start thinking twice about how they see you, because they aren’t priority for a few weeks,” he pointed out, shifting his feet almost impatiently. “And since when do you care if people need you?” Letting out a short sigh, the sniper wondered how long it would take him to get Jim to bed this time.

“Yeah, this whole thing was tedious for me from the beginning,” Sebastian muttered, rolling his eyes. “You’re just a stubborn git who doesn’t want to do as he’s told.” The taller man had no problem mouthing off to his boss. He knew he could be punished, he had been in the past, but most of the time, he got away with it. Sebastian was sure that Jim was just secretly amused that somebody dared go against him. “But I’m not going to play this game for much longer. I’m tired, and I’m not going to sleep, until you do.”

His patience was wearing thin with the slighter man, straightening his own back and squaring his shoulders, his own stance defiant to Jim’s challenging one. His own form was more intimidating, though he knew there was no way he would intimidate Jim. It was the message it got across.
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