Why Can't We Be Friends?
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starkingenuity"See, I really appreciate this actually." The scotch it good, the company is interesting and he's got a gun training on the back of his head. It makes him smile because Tony Stark isn't always in his right mind. Danger is a turn on. It means he's not bored and likely not alone. Both of these things are the utter bane of his existence.
He smiles at the shorter but equally impressively dressed man. Irish. Snarky. He gets that it's pretty rare to get a meeting like this.
"The invitation, I mean." By invitation, he really means kidnapping. Oh well. "But you know I can't do what you want. Stark Industries is out of the weapon's biz."
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Date: 2012-10-04 12:23 pm (UTC)Stomping around and acting like a pissant, however, is very in character and he gladly embraces it as he does just that. Stomp stomp stomp. Assholes.
The sound of springs signal that Moran's fallen into bed and Tony sighs.
"I'll give you the number of where I got Pepper. Very good."
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Date: 2012-10-04 12:42 pm (UTC)"Let Tony out and do stop sulking Moran. I'll make it up to you, I have a fun job for tomorrow."
And he knew Moran would like it, it was needlessly violent and somewhat pointless but it was going to help them cement if Tony would ever be willing to do change his mind or not. Jim was still voting no.
"And while you're in there, get that number?"
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Date: 2012-10-04 12:49 pm (UTC)Tony's still hanging there, sort of swinging to and fro like a strung up skeleton on a withered tree. He doesn't make eyecontact but he does sort of topple happily into Moran's arms when he's let down.
"Think your boss will let be have a band-aid?"
Sebastian grumbles but eventually packs up the wound and wraps it properly.
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Date: 2012-10-04 01:01 pm (UTC)Which is still one of the main reasons he loved Moran, weird but come on, how many people did things like that? It set him apart from everyone else. Determination, amorality and intelligence.
"Has Pepper ever killed a tiger, Tony?"
... And now he was thinking of the cereal, he looked over at Moran and raised an eyebrow, assuming he was probably thinking the same. Maybe he could kill another 'tiger' after all.
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Date: 2012-10-05 11:08 am (UTC)"Geniuses only." It's a growl.
And Tony is of course offended but he laughs and takes the floor where Moran smashes him. He's not feeling hopeless yet. They're not completely off the grid. Someone will find him.
Pepper will need him to sign something--
Right? Maybe?
Who knows. His head hurts and he tries not to think about it as Moran calls down for Frosted Flakes.
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Date: 2012-10-05 12:22 pm (UTC)And he was going to kill Tony eventually so why not have fun.
He sat on the bed, eating a bowl of cereal and watching Glee on his laptop as they still had yet to get a new TV. It was a dreadful show that Moriarty didn't actually like that much but it was funny making Moran sit through it. He always looked so amazingly awkward and unimpressed.
"Americans make the worst TV, it's brilliant!" Moriarty said brightly, just for the benefit of the two Americans in the room with him.
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Date: 2012-10-05 12:29 pm (UTC)"You really let him talk to you like--" He gets a boot to the face, something he's only ever seen in cartoons, and immediately shuts up. Moran happily sits through the rest of the show and then goes back to setting up the television.
He'd gotten it before Tony came out of the bathroom, killed the lovely couple next door too -- which calmed his nerves a lot -- but he's having a hell of a time setting it up.
And he wants to watch Big Bang Theory.
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Date: 2012-10-05 12:42 pm (UTC)"He's adorable, isn't he? Would you believe that he has an IQ only 20 points below yours?" Moriarty remarked cheerfully to Tony. Everyone in the room was clearly of high intelligence and yet there was still a remarkable amount of stupidity going on.
He wasn't going to openly brag about his own IQ, that was a private matter. Naturally.
"And yet he can do as he's told and you can't. Is that the difference? 20 points from a life saving decision. Maybe we should start working on that brain yours till it's average and willing."
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Date: 2012-10-05 12:50 pm (UTC)"IQ's not something I really take note of," Tony says, striking up a good conversation. "I'm good with structures is all. I understand things easily. So stuff like that? That's easy. For me. I don't think I'd be a good sniper though."
And yes. He knows that's what Moran is. They've eluded to it enough. And he reminds him a little of Barton.
He almost wants to ask if Moran can track something with his eyes and shoot another without looking at it.
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Date: 2012-10-05 12:58 pm (UTC)Only once. And he'd blown out the back of his head to do it. The scar was well hidden in his hair down, it had been very lucky to survive that one. Bless Moran and his ability to beat sense back into him even with a head wound.
"It's not important to me at all but it's important to others. People react on an emotional level, not a logical level. And that makes them stupid and weak. Which is why if I was to of, say, planted a bomb in the middle of a lovely little kindergarten in midtown manhattan and it's set to go off when all the kids sit down for story time, you're likely to want to stop it... despite the fact that you can't."
He smiled at Tony. That sort of dead unsettling smile. And then he looked away once more.
"Try putting the scart lead in the other socket, Sebby."
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Date: 2012-10-05 05:27 pm (UTC)At all.
Tony frowns at that. In another world, another life, they might have gotten along so well.
They seem to have the same sort of mentality.
Or at least the same need for order and a little bit of fun. Anything that doesn't lead to the drags of boredom.
Moran returns to the bed and flops back down, stretched out. He and Tony sing along to the theme song.
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Date: 2012-10-05 07:56 pm (UTC)He didn't disturb the other two, he literally just got off the bed and walked out of their room. Only Moriarty would ditch his own hostage in favour of amusing himself.
But Moran knew the drill, he knew to watch Tony while he went out to find what he wanted. He was only gone for half an hour anyway. He broke into next door, the room Moran had stolen the TV from. Stepping over the dead bodies, he proceeded to raid their luggage till he found the items he wanted. Packing them all up in the dead mans backpack, he dragged them all back into their room.
"They had tea brewing, you could of been polite and let them have it first," Moriarty scolded as he clambered back onto the bed, pulling the bag up with him. He opened it up and flashed it to Moran so he could have a peek. Yep... guess who found the booze, lube, condoms and a curler. They got very hot, he wanted to see what damage it'd do to Tonys face.
He near enough climbed onto Moran, making things highly suggestive. "Want to play with our new toy?"
they gave her steroids. She had another episode but they think shes fine
Date: 2012-10-06 02:32 am (UTC)As good as he's sure it's going to be, Tony's eyes search frantically for a way out. Five minutes...and then they're going to play. Play what? That's one question he never wants answered.
"I like one show. I sit through yours and I want thirty minutes to myself. No. I want twenty-two minutes to myself." Damn commercials. He usually has to get up and get drinks or kill someone during commercial breaks. "So. Five. Fucking. Minutes. Got it?"
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Date: 2012-10-06 11:54 am (UTC)Which probably wouldn't be the end of it. Moriarty didn't make denials of what he wanted very well and Moran was lucky he wasn't suffering any further.
His fondness for Moran was making him weak... this wasn't a good thing and he knew it but he didn't care.
"I don't get the appeal of this show anyway. Sheldon is just a less cunning and active Sherlock."
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Date: 2012-10-07 03:19 am (UTC)Five minutes and then he's all Jim's. If Jim will even let him hold him for that long. Tony's giving them looks, as if trying to decide something.
And that will be beautiful. He'll have no real idea on what this is or how Sebastian understands that he's a no one one. A nothing. Jim will kill him as quickly as anyone else when he's through.
And he's okay with that.
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Date: 2012-10-07 09:36 am (UTC)His favourite were mostly mouth related. But fingers had his interest.
They waited till the credits finally came up and Jim heaved a sigh and reached up, childishly patting Morans face. "Awake now? Alert? Happy to of watched that mess of a show? Great! Grab the hostage."
And with that, he rolled over onto his side and let Moran go for it.
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Date: 2012-10-07 01:01 pm (UTC)"Good, I need to stretch."
He does a few squats, knowing Tony is watching him, and when the Super Hero opens his mouth to grumble or yell or, more likely, say something annoyingly clever, Moran grabs him by the hair and drags him up from the bottom of the bed to the pillows. Tony cries out, startled, until Moran lets him go.
"Hey! Watch the hair!"
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Date: 2012-10-07 05:03 pm (UTC)Smirking playfully, he sat back and turned to head to Moran. He was ready to cause a little chaos and let Moran get his hands dirty. He had no desire to do that himself.
"If you decide to do it the hard way and not pick, we'll go to the defacto starter. Every mans favourite place."
And he'd probably cut it off. How would a playboy go about things if he didn't have anything to put in? guess he'd have to be shagged by a bunch of blokes or something? The concept left an amused smile on his face.
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Date: 2012-10-07 05:22 pm (UTC)Moran shrugs. "Yeah, but it's fun."
"Wow, really? Nice going, psycho."
Sebastian gives Moriarty a look. Does he really have to wait? Really? Can't he just take off his fingers and be done with it? Tony smirks. He hates him. He really hates him.
"All right, we'll play. Nose hair first."
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Date: 2012-10-07 05:36 pm (UTC)Though it wasn't technically what they wanted, he could work with it. Pulling out the lighter he always travelled with, he tossed it to Moran.
"See how many hairs you can burn off using just the lighter and...." he rummaged around before pulling out a receipt from their coffees earlier. "This piece of paper."
Removing the bag, he sat back with a curious look. This would be good.
"You can change your mind on the body part any time in the first five minutes."
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Date: 2012-10-07 05:43 pm (UTC)He'll think about it later. If they give him a choice.
Tony slips to the end of the bed and defiantly lifts his head. "There's a few difficult ones in there, Jim. I kept thinking about waxing-- What do you think?"
Moran thinks their hostage is as nuts as Jim is.
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Date: 2012-10-07 05:54 pm (UTC)Humming playfully to himself, he didn't pull back till he was sure he'd gotten most of them. blowing out the blacken piece of paper, he offered a second receipt to Moran.
"Do the other one, darling? It's a forest up there."
Tony was brave and wreckless, of course he'd be stubborn at things like this. But it was easy to break men like that, they were less likely to beg for help which means they were more likely to be pushed to their physical and mental limits.
"I get to pick the next body part, I've got a good one in store!"
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Date: 2012-10-07 06:04 pm (UTC)He makes an exaggerated sigh and crumples up the receipt. "It'll be faster with just the lighter."
Tony doesn't quite yelp, but he moves like he might just be about to. Good. He likes having the man afraid of him. It's probably why Jim likes him too. Moran can share in their favorite pastime.
He flicks the lighter and the flame, as it nears Tony, flickers with each breath before the man closes his eyes. The smell of singed flesh outweighs the hair, but at least it's done with.
Moran flings the lighter over his shoulder and shrugs.
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Date: 2012-10-07 06:14 pm (UTC)"He's not a very mighty super hero," Moriarty complained as he hopped off the bed and fiddled around with the pre-loaded ipod they'd been given by the hotel. All boring modern rubbish but every now and again, he found something that sparked his interest. Slipping it into the dock, he turned up the speakers and filled the room with the sound of Beethoven's ninth symphony second movement.
It was always wise to have music playing over things like this. If he did start crying out, they were in trouble.
"Break all his fingers on the left hand. If he cries out even once, break all the fingers on his right hand."
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Date: 2012-10-07 07:43 pm (UTC)Breaking fingers is a good torture device. He knows it. He's used it before. It's not elegant and he's not as good at it as say, Mitchell or Barger is but he'll do in a pinch.
His breaks aren't that clean, though. He doesn't just pop knuckles out. He snaps them.
It's not as satisfying as a bullet. But watching Stark swallow his pain?
That's pretty remarkable.
After the third finger, there comes a huff. "Does that count as a crying out?"
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