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Post by severin moran on Mar 23, 2013 22:45:29 GMT 1
The prison walls were radiating cold that seeped into everything, Severin's arms erupting with goosepimples that trail down his back as he stares around. His eyes darted back to Jim with every other step, looking for a form of comfort. He wasn't prepared for this, but then again when was he ever ready for anything? The guards moved aside, guiding him to the visitation room, this one separate from the others, seeing as this was their most dangerous criminal. At least that was what Severin was told.
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Post by Moriarty on Mar 24, 2013 10:17:59 GMT 1
All Jim offered was a reassuring smile and a pat to the young man's arm. After a long moment of hesitation he had decided to come along after all. Of course he was fully aware of the risks attached to his decision but he had to get a glimpse of the sniper. The cameras just did not produce the result he had hoped for and when he saw that Moran had been put into solitary confinement he knew he could not fight his urge any longer. Of course he was in disguise, although he had not bothered with anything as ridiculous as a wig or make up. He was wearing sun glasses though and an outfit that consisted of washed out jeans, a leather vest and a t-shirt with a sassy print, a long scarf wound several times around his neck, hiding the lower part of his face halfway. All that was missing was a book and a paper cup of coffee.
He hoped that Severin had understood and remembered what he was supposed to talk about and what was a no-no. Especially the news of Jim being still alive had to be dropped in subtle hints and he prayed Moran would keep his temper in check and not start ranting and throwing things around. If the sniper would stay calm he'd give him a visit too but for now the younger Moran brother would be alone with his sibling.
"Don't worry, darling, I'll be right here waiting for you." he cooed before he sat down on a bench in the waiting area of the visitor center, taking out his mobile with the intent of hacking into the CCTV so he'd get a few nice pictures of the two Morans as they spoke. If he could get some sound too he'd even listen in and that was far better than reading a newspaper or a book. "Your brother will be happy to see you. Go now. Don't worry, everything will be alright~"
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Post by col. sebastian moran on Mar 24, 2013 15:45:27 GMT 1
A week in the cooler was all the punishment Moran received for his outburst. It wasn't a long time, but it left him disorientated enough to stumble through a mandatory shower and take twice as long to eat a proper meal, hands shaking. The news of a visitor reached him after the latter and, seeing as he didn't get visitors that didn't want to kick his face in to retrieve information, he wasn't particularly looking forward to it. To say he was surprised when he was guided to the visitor's centre instead of the interrogation room would be an understatement.
The centre was all but deserted as he reached it, its current inhabitants consisting of no more than three guards and two volunteers keeping an eye on the Child Facilities. Sitting down at one of the empty tables, he rubbed his tired eyes, cared little about the dark circles around him, and made half an effort to brush back his hair. Whoever it was, he hoped they'd get it over with soon, so he could catch up on his rest.
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Post by severin moran on Mar 28, 2013 22:12:12 GMT 1
Nervous, and more excited than he perhaps should be, he followed the guard down the corridor, submitting himself to the search. Bluntly patted down, he eyes the door that he supposes they're headed towards, the cold sweat on his palms ignored in favor of putting on a brave face. This was Seb. His brother. This should be as happy a reunion as could be expected when faced with the fact one of them was stuck in prison.
"In through here. The prisoner is waiting inside. Your visit will be supervised, understandably. If at any point you'd like for the visit to be cut short, just say so, and you'll be escorted out." Severin nodded at the guard's words, working his shoulders back for a moment before walking through the door as it was opened for him. He stopped a few steps in, the guard moving in and closing the door behind him before being stationed by it.
"...Hi, Seb," Severin breathed. He stared anxiously over his brother's face. He seemed so different. So much more worn and weary. What did I expect? With a smile he approached, taking the seat opposite Sebastian and suppressing the flood of questions. "Fuck- I-" He bit at his lip, eyes locked onto his brother as though trying to fathom the last few years just from his face. "I missed you."
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Post by col. sebastian moran on Mar 30, 2013 20:00:14 GMT 1
Sebastian wouldn't have been able to guess his visitor's identity even if he had been paid good money to do so, and really, there was little Sebastian wouldn't do for the correct sum. He hadn't seen his brother since Severin was just a little kid, and he would've sooner expected Mycroft himself to march right in. Unsuspecting, he waited at the table and mustered the smallest amount of curiosity. In any case he hoped the visit would be over with soon. Surprise visits at Pentonville were rarely ever something worth getting excited over.
Despite his wavering interest in regards to his visitor, he showed no sign of surprise when the guest turned out to be his brother. This, however, was mainly due to the fact that he did not recognise him, and blatantly stared past the young man for several moments, waiting for his own visitor to arrive. His gaze didn't settle on Severin's face until the man sat opposite of him and spoke up, at which Sebastian's brows twitched into a hint of a frown and his expression shifted into a wordless statement of 'You've got to be joking.'
"Little Severin," he murmured, slowly took in the man's appearance, and cracked a crooked smile. "Here for advice on how to live your life, yeah?" He ignored the 'I miss you' in favour of snorting and leaning back in his chair, observing how time had treated his little brother.
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Post by severin moran on Apr 2, 2013 8:21:22 GMT 1
Severin doesn't know what he had expected. He was a stranger to Sebastian. Nothing more than a memory of an idiotic kid. Suddenly all of this didn't feel like such a good idea. It had been a risk coming to London without much money, but it had been even more of one to think that his brother would actually want him. He smiled with his eyes growing almost cold, considering the man before him.
"Looks like you could learn a bit more from me than I'd want to know from you," he said, his hands meeting in a loose clasp in front of him. Getting angry would get him nowhere. Especially not if his brother was as stubborn as he remembered. That didn't stop the slight glint of betrayal from showing in Severin's eyes. "Why didn't you come back home? Not a single fucking word, Seb. Years. What- Got busy? Meant to phone, but couldn't find the time? You...left me with them. Maybe if you had said 'Fuck off' to me in the beginning I wouldn't've made the bloody mistake of assuming you'd come back."
He hadn't meant to sound venomous. Hadn't intended for all of this to go south so quickly. In his perturbed state, the message he was supposed to deliver nearly slips his mind. He hasn't forgotten, no...but it can fucking wait. Never in his entire life had he been more disappointed. He gave a quiet curse, leaning back in his chair as he scolded himself internally.
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