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 Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2014 3:01 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2014 10:59 am
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Quinton Alexander Maison 
And when I close my eyes tonight,
To symphonies of blinding light!
God bless us everyone,
We're a broken people living under loaded gun.
Like memories in cold decay,
Transmissions echoing away,
Far from the world of you and I,
Where oceans bleed into the sky!
xxxA low groan came from the male. “There’s no winning with you.” The male mumbled mainly to himself. He looked around the familiar street he associated with home before he looked at James. “Sometimes I wonder what it would be life to date you then things like this happen and I realize I’m better off getting paid for it.” The male said as the car came to a stop. He unbuckled his seat belt and grabbed the door handle, but stopped as he looked at James. “Be careful.” The male said as he looked at the other. He looked a little ticked off, but mostly just worried. James didn’t need to be careful for his own sake, but it would be nice if he would be just to maintain the sanity of his bodyguard. Quinton pushed the door opened and stepped out. He reluctantly pushed the car door shut then watched James drive off a little before he went to his apartment complex. He walked inside and chose to take the elevator, knowing full well the stairs wouldn’t do him any good. He rode the elevator up to the floor his apartment was on before he got off to walk down the hall. Once inside the apartment, he locked the door and searched for the small suitcase. He made sure he had everything he’d need, using a bigger suitcase for the clothes he’d need. It took him only five minutes to get everything together. He grabbed a cigarette and a lighter before he walked out onto the small desk. He lit the cigarette and put the lighter in his pocket before he leaned on the railing while he smoked the cigarette. Waiting wasn’t going to be fun for him.
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2014 8:28 pm
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✘ ℐames ℳoriarty ✘
In a world of locked rooms,
the man with the key is king.
And honey..
you should see me in a crown
James couldn't suppress the smile that pulled on his lips when he realized that Quinton was so worried about him. Though it died away when he talked about how he wondered what it would be like to date him. it would certainly be entertaining he thought to himself with a sardonic chuckle. "Aren't I always careful Quinty?" he asked with a innocent bat of his eyes, then once the door was closed he slammed on the gas and squealed down the road just to put Quinton on the edge. Though once he hit the main drag of road he slowed down to the speed limit and headed towards his new apartment building. When he got there he parked on the side of the road and got out of the car. His eyes scanned over the shabby building and he couldn't help but shudder slightly. How can someone live in a place like this? he thought to himself in disgust as he walked up to the apartment building and knocked on the landlords door.
A large man in his mid thirties answered the door. Immediately Moriarty began to inspect everything he could see about the man. Smell of tobacco and yellowing teeth- heavy smoker. The faint outline of a wedding ring- recently divorced given the fading tan line approximately 5 to 6 months. Clothes disheveled and unkempt most likely has a large amount of stress so no time to do proper laundry. His attention was pulled from his deductions when he heard the man speak "yeah what do you want?" Moriarty feigned embarrassment. "i'm sorry uhm.. i'm here about the vacancy.." Jim said with a small smile. "Oh right your Jim Garrison?" moriarty nodded. "Hold on let me get the papers." The man disappeared into his apartment then returned moments later with a clipboard with the required documentation. "Just sign and give me your first payment when you move in. Which should be in the next day or so." James nodded as he took the clipboard and signed his alias's name. "thank you sir." he said politely as he handed the man the clipboard. "uh your welcome." and like that James had an apartment in this wretched little building.
Once he was alone James let out a snort of disgust as he looked around the ratty little landing. Shaking his head he walked out the building and nearly collided into the detective. "Oh man I am sorry" a tall red headed detective apologized, reaching out to steady Jim who was pretending to be shaken by the collision. "its.. its ok I should of been watching where I was going." he said shyly as he peered at the other through his long lashes. "Oh, are you the guy who is buying the apartment above mine?" the man asked curiously. Jim smiled slightly then nodded "yeah I guess so." The detective held out his hand and Jim reluctantly shook it. "well it is nice meeting you, if you ever need anything. Like, help moving in. don't be afraid to ask." James chuckled lightly "thank you, you are so kind." Jim smiled bright and watched as the other went to go inside the apartment. "bye." he waved slightly, acting almost like a innocent school bye. "c'yah!"
After the detective disappeared into the apartment a small smile crept James' lips. this is going to be a lot easier than I thought. he thought to himself as he sauntered over to his car and got into the drivers side. He started the engine and headed back to Quintons place. The entire transaction, plus the drive took a little over a hour and a half , and Jim drove extra slow just to have Quint waiting a bit longer. As he pulled up to Quintons apartment building he honked twice, not in the mood to get out and actually go get Quinton himself.
Every fairy tale
needs a good
old-fashioned villain.
((sorry if this is really bad, I haven't been able to get out a cohesive sentence and I don't know why.) |
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2014 9:24 pm
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Quinton Alexander Maison
And when I close my eyes tonight,
To symphonies of blinding light!
God bless us everyone,
We're a broken people living under loaded gun.
Like memories in cold decay,
Transmissions echoing away,
Far from the world of you and I,
Where oceans bleed into the sky!
xxxQuinton couldn’t do much as he waited. He didn’t want to get too comfortable. After he finished the cigarette, he went back inside and locked the door. He opened the window to his bedroom halfway and moved the stuff by the window away and laid out a few towels in case it rained. He didn’t want his room to get stuffy. He stripped the sheets from his bed and put on cleaned ones before he made the bed, keeping everything tight. He did some more cleaning up and organizing before he pulled the blinds in his room. He grabbed a couple books just in case he needed something to do while he was at James’. He didn’t know if the guy was going to be at the house or not while Quinton was there; he heard ‘watch’ and that made him assume the male wouldn’t be around. Did he like that thought? Yes and no. It meant he’d get some peace from the male, but it also meant that he couldn’t watch the guy. He’d probably worry himself sick, so that really meant him calling every day to make sure the guy didn’t get himself into anything. He eventually sat down one the sofa and looked at the clock. It felt like James was taking forever to do whatever the hell it was.
xxxThe brunette nearly fell asleep, but he heard a car honk twice. He got up to look out the window to make sure it was James. He grabbed the suitcase, locked the door, and took the elevator down to the ground floor before he walked out of the building. He walked over to the car and tossed the suitcase into the back seat before he sat in the passenger seat. He did a quick look over James to make sure he was all right. Quinton relaxed a little after seeing the man wasn’t hurt in any way. “Are you going to explain now, or do you plan to tell me later then run off before I can possibly do something to keep you from following through with it?” Quinton questioned as he put his elbow on the ledge of the car door where the buttons were then rested his chin on his hand while he stared out the windshield. Clearly Quinton wasn’t pleased with any of this, his tone said it all even if he didn’t know what James had planned. The idea that he had to house sit wasn’t something he was fond of.
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2014 11:00 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2014 11:25 pm
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Quinton Alexander Maison
And when I close my eyes tonight,
To symphonies of blinding light!
God bless us everyone,
We're a broken people living under loaded gun.
Like memories in cold decay,
Transmissions echoing away,
Far from the world of you and I,
Where oceans bleed into the sky!
xxx“Kind of.” Quinton replied before they got to the mansion. Once parked, he got out of the car and shut the door. He followed James into the house and grunted when he was asked to grab whatever package may have been on the front step. The brunette headed to the front door then pulled it open to scan the front step. A box sat in front of him, which somehow just made the male sigh. He grabbed the box then closed the door before he headed to the living room where he placed it on the table in front of James. He sat down on the other end of the couch with a sigh as he leaned his head back to stare up at the ceiling. “So, how long?” Quinton asked. It was vague. How long what? James knew what Quinton was asking. How long until James left? How long until he saw James again? How long was this new ‘mission’ going to take? How long would he need to watch the house? Quinton didn’t expect answers for everything, but some things so he knew when to expect to wake up to no brunette barking orders and making snide comments. It was rare for Quinton to seem mopey, which he was now. He’d be like this on the last day he got to see James as well, if that wasn't today. One would expect the guard to be happy; he was basically getting vacation, paid or not, and got to spend it in a mansion! Of course the male didn’t see it that way. He’d wonder around the large house that had more space than he knew what to do with, wondering if James was okay, trying to find something to occupy himself with, and so forth. Maybe he did have other things to occupy himself with: he needed to buy a new rug for James still, contact some family since it had been a month or two since the last time he spoke with any of them, maybe spend some time with friends, etc. Dull almost matte colored mint eyes stared blankly at the smooth ceiling as he waited for answers to his vague question from the man seated on the other side of the couch from him, who was likely more interested in his shiny new package than the guard.
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2014 12:00 am
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2014 12:24 am
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Quinton Alexander Maison
And when I close my eyes tonight,
To symphonies of blinding light!
God bless us everyone,
We're a broken people living under loaded gun.
Like memories in cold decay,
Transmissions echoing away,
Far from the world of you and I,
Where oceans bleed into the sky!
xxxThe man wasn’t happy with the answer he got, which could be seen by how his nose crinkled up. He looked down at James when his head rested on Quinton’s shoulder after he asked his questions. “Both.” The male said before the statements came. Oh, this was not going as smoothly as James would have wanted it. Two could play at this little game and Quinton wasn’t going to react how James wanted him to. Screw being mopey. Quinton sat up straight, arms folded over his chest as he stared at the man that had moved away from him. “Then fire me.” The male said in a taunting tone. “Go ahead, Jimmy; tell me how you don’t need me to make sure no one turns a gun on you when you don’t carry your own, how you don’t need somehow that puts you up on your high horse, how you don’t need someone to make sure you eat and sleep, to make you less angry or miserable. C’mon, love; fire me.” A cocky smile formed on Quinton’s face. Oh, yes, he knew James wouldn’t fire him and if he did then he would only mean it out of anger. Quinton stood and walked up behind James. “You know, if you ever did fire me you’d have to hire someone else, but who else could you bring yourself to trust after all the s**t you’ve put me through? I’ve beat people bloody just for looking at you a certain way I didn’t like.” A chuckle rose from the male’s throat. Maybe that had been a little too much, but the truth was the truth and if it ate James a little while he was on his mission then Quinton would feel a little victorious.
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2014 10:20 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2014 10:50 pm
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Quinton Alexander Maison
And when I close my eyes tonight,
To symphonies of blinding light!
God bless us everyone,
We're a broken people living under loaded gun.
Like memories in cold decay,
Transmissions echoing away,
Far from the world of you and I,
Where oceans bleed into the sky!
xxxEyebrows raised when Quinton saw how James shuddered. Well, that was new. The man obviously wasn’t applaud by anything which left Quinton empty on a reason that caused the male to shudder like that. The brunette chuckled at what James said. “I’m stuck with you all the time, so I’ve learned some things.” The male replied before he scoffed at James’s words. “All work and no play makes Quinton a dull boy. Someone has to give you a little push now and then. I don’t think the world could handle the likes of a bored James Moriarty; you’d likely kill someone or have me do it.” Quinton laughed a little as he moved away from James. “For now? I can’t see you firing me. You have too much fun with this.” The brunette said as he walked past the couch, but stopped a foot from it and a chair as he looked back at James. “How many people have you slept with just so I’d get upset? I’m surprised I haven’t ruined more things with the blood of strange men.” The smile left as he gave James a hard look. “If you even pull that while you’re gone… Oh, don’t get me started.” The male warned. He wouldn’t be in the mood to beat people up until he didn’t need so many bandages or until sleeping didn’t hurt so much.
xxxThe warning glare fell when Quinton shrugged. There just wouldn’t be much he could do. He looked around the living room and noticed something he hadn’t grabbed. He had left his suitcase out in the garage, but that thought lead to another: if James would be gone for a while then he’d be staying someplace. He was sure that James wouldn’t give him the address until he knew Quinton wouldn’t come barging through the door every other day to make sure James wasn’t in any form of danger. Then again, maybe Quinton just wouldn’t know until the man was actually in some kind of danger and needed help. “You should probably finish getting ready for wherever you’ll be at if you haven’t packed yet. My things are still in the car.” The male said with a sigh the followed the sentence. He turned around then headed towards the garage so he’d be able to get his things.
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2014 12:03 am
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2014 8:44 am
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Quinton Alexander Maison
And when I close my eyes tonight,
To symphonies of blinding light!
God bless us everyone,
We're a broken people living under loaded gun.
Like memories in cold decay,
Transmissions echoing away,
Far from the world of you and I,
Where oceans bleed into the sky!
xxxThe male stopped before he got to the garage door when he heard the number that James shouted. “It’s nice to know I’m loved!” He called back with sarcasm before he pulled the door to the garage open and went over to the car. He pulled his suitcase out of the backseat and carried it inside before he headed upstairs. Once in his usual room, he plopped the suitcase onto the foot of the bed, unzipped it, and started to unpack things. He put the clothes in the closet and dresser, he put his toiletries in the bathroom next to the room, and he placed some other items onto a small table before he went downstairs. He put his mug into its rightful place in a cabinet before he put some other things away. Once every thing was put away, the suitcase was set in the bottom of the closet. Quinton sat down on the edge of the bed and picked up the books he had placed on the nightstand. He looked through the titles to see which one he’d want to read first. He hadn’t read any of them. The books were a gift from a friend and due to his line of work, Quinton hadn’t had any time to read them until now.
xxxThe male turned his head to the door when he heard James yell for him to help. He put the books back on the nightstand in the other he wanted to read them in before he stood up and left to James’ room. Once at the room, he stepped inside and looked at all the boxes and the two suitcases. Quinton gave a heavy, almost saddened sigh before he grabbed some boxes and walked out of the room without a word. He still wasn’t happy with all of this, but what could he do about it? That’s right: nothing. Absolutely nothing. He walked down the stairs with the boxes, his muscles and nerves screamed at him in response to the unwelcomed weight that they had to hold up. The most Quinton did was make a slight face that faded away. He set the boxes down once he was at the garage door and grabbed a rubber stopper to prop the door open to make things easier. He picked the boxes back up then walked to the car. He opened the truck and the back doors before he put the boxes in. It took a few trips up and down the stairs between both of them before everything was packed into the car. Quinton closed the trunk then looked at James. “Are you sure that’s everything?” He questioned. He wanted to be sure there was nothing James forgot that made him drive down the street only to come back for it.
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2014 12:47 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 31, 2014 4:28 pm
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Quinton Alexander Maison
And when I close my eyes tonight,
To symphonies of blinding light!
God bless us everyone,
We're a broken people living under loaded gun.
Like memories in cold decay,
Transmissions echoing away,
Far from the world of you and I,
Where oceans bleed into the sky!
xxxThe brunette didn’t seem happy with those words. He wanted to go with, he wanted to make sure James would be all right, and he didn’t want to be left alone in this huge house. Quinton nodded when James said he should leave and listened to the sound of the keys as the other male played with them. He seemed to scoff at James word, “Try not to miss me too much.” Oh, the male would likely be a wreck by the end of the week. Then something happened that left Quinton in pure shock. He felt hands grab his chin the pull his head down only to be at James’ eye level. Mint colored eyes just blink in confusion at James and he would have said something, but a pair of lips pressed themselves again his own. Eyes widened and it seemed almost like they’d pop out of Quinton’s head. He froze in place, unable to move even when James moved away. His eyes jus followed the other with his mouth slightly open in disbelief. It took a moment for the male to finally straight up and respond with a, “Bye.” He watched the car pull out of the garage and then watched the garage door closed as the car drove off. “That little s**t.” Quinton muttered bitterly as he glared at the garage door. “xxxSure, the man had gotten used to such teases since James just loved to mess with him even though they meant little to the other male, but sometimes Quinton got a little annoyed afterwards. It was because they were so empty, that’s what upset Quinton. The rest of the day was spent sat in front of the television or on the internet until he chose to make dinner. The silence and boredom would be the male’s undoing at some point. He showed then went to bed. The whole week was full of repetition: Quinton woke up anywhere between seven and nine in the morning, ate breakfast, changed, did something with technology, read outside, made and ate lunch, read the news online, read some more from a book, watched a few television shows, made and ate dinner, watched another show or two, showered, one last show, then went to bed around nine or ten. There wasn’t anything to really do. During some of the days he managed to get little things done like some paperwork, he got an expensive new rug for James’ room (to replace the one he had ruined), and some other things. Quinton’s cycle was soon broken. The week after James left, on Saturday, the male got a call from a friend, Eric.
xxx“Hello?”
xxx“Quinton! Hey, do you want to go out for drinks tonight? Mikey and Steven are coming.” There was silence between the two for a minute as Quinton thought. He could send everyone home early and say James wanted everyone out. They wouldn’t know any different since they never see the guy. “Quint?”
xxx“Sure. I’m kind of on vacation for a while anyway.”
xxx“Great! I’ll see you at the pub!”
xxx“Usual time?”
xxx“Yep!” The line dropped as Eric hung up. Quinton walked around and told everyone to tell others to leave early for the day. Since it was only two, the brunette had some time to do whatever before he went out to the pub. He met up with his friends and have a good time and only one drink. They talked him into going on a date with some blonde the next day. Quinton had agreed and gave the guy, Alex, a call. The blonde agreed and said nothing fancy but knew a nice pub that served great food. Some classy place. Again, the male agreed to go there for dinner the next day and hung up only to get cheers from his friends before they left an hour later. Quinton felt it was about time he had a little fun or tried to move his mind of James again. He need some distraction and he did want an actual relationship, which James wouldn’t be able to provide. Sunday night, the male dressed up after his shower and made himself look nice. He combed his hair back, put on a nice outfits (he was put off suits for a little while), and some of his own cologne before he left. He picked up Alex and they went out to the fancy pub for dinner. The food was great, but the both had too much to drink. They ended up in the hallway of Quinton’s apartment building making out by the door before Quinton opened it. They stumbled inside, closed the door, and ended up in the bedroom where they were for the red of the night until things cooled down.
xxxQuinton woke up around seven thirty in the morning with an arm around Alex, who was asleep on his chest. Both males were completely naked, but covered by the blankets. The brunette would have gone back to sleep, but then he remembered that it was Monday and James would be at the house to check on things. He woke Alex up, who met the male with a kiss. Quinton was able to tell Alex he had to leave for work. The blonde took his time getting dressed and fixed up before he left. Quinton took his time making breakfast and showering. He could just tell James he went out and ended up at his own apartment for the night without any more details than that. What the male forgot was that his cellphone was on the kitchen counter at James’ mansion. He had no code that needed to be put in to unlock the phone. So, when the phone rang several times and then the alert for a voice mail flashed on the screen likely when James got to the kitchen, it would be easy for the male to just listen to the message Alex had left.
xxxHey, Quinton; this is Alex. I had a great time on our date and I hope we can do it again along with the amazing sex.
xxxAfter about an hour or two, Quinton got in his car and drove off down the road feeling rather good. He parked his car in its usual spot at the mansion before he got out and went inside the large house. He pulled off his jacket and hung it up as he slipped off his shoes. He patted his pants for his phone, but only felt his wallet. Maybe he had left it at the mansion or at his place; it would be easy enough for got back home to grab it. For now he’d look around the mansion, so he headed into the kitchen where he last remembered using the phone.
AnimaMule Edit: Forgot to change the outfit. |
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Posted: Fri Aug 08, 2014 10:29 pm
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StolenAnima ✘ ℐames ℳoriarty ✘ In a world of locked rooms,
the man with the key is king.
And honey..
you should see me in a crown For the next week James was completely submerged in his character, never once breaking his act to contact Quinton or go back home. he managed to get a job at the café his detective Frequently visited and gotten extremely close to the woman that fancy's him therefore knows a good bit about him. In fact he had asked her out on a date and it had gone rather well, ending with a sickening good night kiss and talk off another date. It took all of his self control not to skin this woman during the first date, he had no idea how he would be able to tolerate another one! However it did prove to be useful since it seemed as if she and the detective were very close and she offered a plethora of useful information on him, she even introduced them.
He found out who he was close too, who he did not like and what family he had left. though when they met his detective was rather uninterested in him, but Jim understood that since he was portraying one of the ordinary people. He knew how this detective hated ordinary people almost as much as James did. It was such a shame that this man was not on his side, they would make the perfect criminal duo.
The process he was making was definitely worth the pain he was going through with the small cramped apartment and intolerable company. However soon he found he had a day off from work and his 'girlfriend' was busy with her own job. So he decided to go and check on his mansion and on Quinton. He still could not get over the look on the other face after he had kissed him, it had been priceless. Now as he made his way back to his home he couldn't help but wonder what Quint had been doing to keep himself occupied, he better of kept the mansion in order.
Once he was parked in his garage he stepped out of the old beat up car and went into his home. Oh how he missed it. Immediately he noticed that no one was there and by the looks of it haven't been here since yesterday evening. "hmm." he wandered up to his room and quickly changed into a simple black and white three piece suit, sick and tired of the boring clothing he had been wearing for the last couple days. As he was leaving his room he heard the familiar sound of Quintons ringtone from downstairs in the kitchen. However by the time he reached it, it had already gone to voice mail.
James grabbed the phone and noticed that the voicemail was from a number he did not recognize. He clicked the button and brought the phone to his ear, thinking it was harmless to take the message for his guard. However the words that rang clear into his ear had him seeing red. The very first thing he did when the message ended was drop the phone into a blender and turn it on. He watched with a stony glare as the cellphone broke and cracked until it was nothing but a bunch of little pieces. He turned the blender off then heard the familiar sound of someone coming in through the garage. oh I am going to kill him. He thought as he poured the contents of the blender onto the table then took a seat in one of the wooden chairs, facing the kitchen entrance with his legs crossed.
As Quinton walked through the entrance to the kitchen Jim picked up a broken piece of his phone and chucked it at him. 'Welcome back Quinton. I do hope you had such a wonderful time on your date." James spat with as much venom as he could muster. "Cause I assure you it will most likely be your last." the desire to kill was evident in his jet black eyes. Every fairy tale
needs a good
old-fashioned villain. |
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