sound and fury signifying nothing


Sebastian Moran, 39. Jim Moriarty's chief-of-staff, bodyguard and sniper.


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24
Apr


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24
Apr

+ jamie-rebekka-moriarty

jamie-rebekka-moriarty:

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"No, I stitched myself up and decided to come here."
She moved her hand to her back just above her hip and sighed when her dark shirt was damp with blood.
"Excuse me, unless I’m not allowed to use the bathroom." 

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"You stitched up a wound on your back," Sebastian stated disbelievingly. "Where’s the exit wound? Or did you stitch yourself up with the bullet still lodged inside you? And no, you’re not allowed to yet. There are more important things to establish first - you got shot. There’ll be blood all over the scene, blood that can be traced back to you, and so to us. Gun shots are loud, people will have noticed by now, the police are likely already there. Did you think of that while you were stitching yourself up instead of notifying me or Jim?"


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23
Apr

+ jamie-rebekka-moriarty

jamie-rebekka-moriarty:

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"As if could forget. 
Then I got shot, passed out and woke up in a bathroom in Reading. Please, just leave me alone unless you can say something nice.” 

"You got shot?" Sebastian asked sharply. "Did you contact one of our medics or go to a hospital? I’m going to need details here, sunshine; it sounds like you’ve royally fucked up."


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22
Apr

+ blood-and-ballgowns

blood-and-ballgowns:

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"Do you have a phone I can use?"

"Not one you can use, no."


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22
Apr

+ jamie-rebekka-moriarty

jamie-rebekka-moriarty:

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"If I could fix it, don’t you think I would have done it already? Fuck off if you’re going to be a more annoying version of Jim.” 

"Remember who you’re speaking to, sweetheart. What happened then?"


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21
Apr

+ jamie-rebekka-moriarty

jamie-rebekka-moriarty:

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"I fucked over a job.
Jim won’t be pleased, is he in a meeting? I’m not in the mood to take a scolding just yet” 

"Well, that was stupid of you. What happened? What are you doing here? Why aren’t you out there fixing it?"


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20
Apr

+ jamie-rebekka-moriarty

jamie-rebekka-moriarty:

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"I’ve been better, are you here to worsen my mood?" 

"Ameliorate it, more like. What’s wrong?"


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19
Apr

+ jamie-rebekka-moriarty

"Alright, Kitten?"


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18
Apr

+ blood-and-ballgowns

"Yeah?"


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15
Apr

- But he's dead... I mean you told me he was dead, Moriarty...?
- Absolutely, blew his own brains out...

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15
Apr

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10
Apr
[text] How are ye son?

[Text] Still alive. - SM

[Text] How’s the spawn? - SM

[Text] And you I guess. How are you. - SM

10
Apr

+ death-laced-fingertips

death-laced-fingertips:

      “I didn’t say kill her, but if you must, you must. She’s my nan Sebastian. She stole my favourite tie pin and I want it back. I’m certain she’s got a key or something. Get that back too. Look, when you get back then we can worry about the breach of security, but presently I’m more concerned about my tie pin and the upcoming jobs. Those are very important….” Truth be told he wanted Sebastian out of the house for a few hours. So he could do a few sweeps, bug it again, fix any little holes, maybe do some baking.

Sebastian stared at him for a beat. “You didn’t tell me she was your nan,” he sighed. “You do realise it would be a lot easier for you to walk in there and ask for it back? What are you thinking, boss?”


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9
Apr

+ colonelsemperfidelis

colonelsemperfidelis:

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I just find it interesting that you two can get along.
If you even go to see him whenever you’re not working,
it must mean something, right?
It’s good, though. It honestly is.

"Don’t read anything into it. It pays well to be on good terms with him, yeah?"


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9
Apr

+ death-laced-fingertips

death-laced-fingertips:

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                “Not that the how is particularly any of your business….
                       Miserable old hag poked her nose and gnarly fingers where they didn’t belong.
                       She deserves to have them chopped off.
                       I’m assuming she entered my flat without permission and nicked it.
                       Tie pin. Owned by my grandfather. Zero sentimental value for me, but it’s very expensive and nan always was bitter that I was the one that ended up with it and not her. Shoot her if you have to.”

"You want me to kill a woman over a tie pin?" Sebastian asked wearily. "Surely my priority here should be correcting whatever security breach allowed her to enter your flat in the first place."


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