Mephistopheles | Open RP
It had been so simple really. Sherlock had a taste for the over dramatic, an idiot could see that by the popped collar alone. Noooo. No. He was far more cleaver for that. He didn't need the flare of a swooping coat, just a few simple commands and obedient men who would carry them out.
What was difficult was the hiding. Watching as Sherlock dismantled one piece of his network after another... Or so the detective thought.
It was all beautifully planned out.
But the waiting! Oh the waiting was so dull, so boring. It felt so ordinary, wandering around a flat, peering out the windows and waiting. Of course he had to, couldn't risk being seen. The Iceman had such prying eyes.
But the time had finally come. For such a momentous occasion he finally left the small little flat he'd been held up in. There were far better places to be now, picking the lock and breaking in was simple -- almost disappointingly so.
He had to admit he felt a certain thrill jump through him as he flicked on the television; leisurely perched on the familiar couch, one leg crossed over the other, he pulled out his mobile from his pocket, sending a quick text:
The screen as a little message for you.
James Moriarty flicked the telly off, smirk twisting onto his lips, sending another text:
So, did you?
I'm waiting~. ;)
