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Jamie Moriarty
 Posted: Mar 13 2017, 09:27 AM
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The air had gone stale half an hour ago.

The dull whine of the machinery was not in any way obscured by the tasteful camouflage of the upholstery - as surprisingly comfortable as it was, cushioning the curve of her spine. To her immediate right was the dim lights of the cabin; to her left was a thick window, full of stark sunlight and a floor of clouds stretching out in all directions. Jamie had put the visor down across the glass, giving her the shallow respite of shadow to see by. The hum of aeroplane engines rumbled on each and every side of her, hemming her into an enclosure of sound.

It wasn’t the only enclosure she found herself in. The piercing light might not be shining her eyes anymore, but they were still glittering on her…bracelets. Barely a twitch and Jamie couild hear the clinking of them, the tiny metallic chime as the chain between them jangled in her lap. And very restrictive ones they were too, the cuffs closely circling her wrists and the delicate web of veins that lay beneath even more so than before. A smile curled on her lip. Someone’s been paying attention.

Then again, he always was.

She leant back in her chair, her blonde hair pooling over the antimacassar. It wasn’t embroidered with any airline sigil nor the one they were meant to be flying with. Everything about the cabin was blank - there was barely a logo in sight. Jamie doubted the other members of the city in the sky were even aware of their presence. They were beyond anonymous, guided by a pilot who had been security checked eight times and drug tested the other two; they would soar the skies namelessly, would land namelessly and would take off namelessly, bound for England; soon enough she’d be writing to Sherlock with an international post stamp.

At least she was leaving this insipid country behind. The vulgarities of America were too loud, too bold, for her select tastes. The very soil screamed in the heat of the day. So did its people under her lieutenants, of course. The web had worked here just as it had in the UK and she had even let some of her adjutants make the journey across the Atlantic too, Gaskar being one of them. But that had been a…miscalculation. He always was ambitious. And they would continue to be, for as long as she was behind bars. Every day that went by her empire was slipping from her fingers, and Kayden had almost been a casualty of that. It couldn’t go on. But she would be a free woman soon enough, and then - then - the madness would stop.

Or so she told herself.

America may not have been to her tastes, but it had suited Sherlock. Moriarty let her gaze slide from the window to the man across the aisle. He was looking better every day, the substances loosening their grip on him every hour he refused to succumb. But it wasn’t just the drugs. It was the mascot, who wasn’t a mascot at all. Joan. Pity she would have to study her from afar now. A most interesting curiosity, of mental architecture even she failed to anticipate….her eyes closed, the thrum of engines lulling her to sleep.

Jamie heard the creak first, a deep groan of alloys and metals and structural supports. She burst awake. The entire cylinder of the plane was twisting and turning in the air and suddenly all the lights went out, plunging the cabin into darkness. The pilot was shouting and she was shouting too, shouting for Sherlock as the cargo in the hold tumbled and slowly, millimetre by millimetre, the nose of the plane began to tip downwards…

She was awake again, only engulfed in a haze of pain. The crackle of open flames, the death rattle of metal as it keeled over in the dirt, the distant sound of birdsong - it was all through the dull ache of pain. Jamie winced, squinting through half closed eyes at trees overhead. She went to move but cried out suddenly, gasping - only that made the pain even worse, her chest feeling almost aflame with pain. She squeezed her eyes shut again but her hand reached out, groping blindly. ”Sher - “ God, that hurt. She mustered up the courage and tried again. ”Sherlock?”
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 Posted: Mar 19 2017, 12:26 PM
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So far since his spiral into addiction and subsequent recovery, Sherlock had been back to England precisely once, in the company of Joan in order to help out his former colleague Lestrade. Of course back then his mixed feelings on going back to England were quite different, since he no longer felt responsible or mourned the death of one Irene Adler, who had never actually even existed to begin with, being it was the woman now sitting across from him on the plane, Jamie Moriarty.

This time his trip back to his homeland felt more of business, in fact he wouldn't have gone at all if it hadn't been for the fact that he absolutely still did not believe for one second that Moriarty did not have plans to escape custody. He believed this so fully that they had even set up plans for a number of decoy plans on how Jamie would be transferred. Sherlock would have preferred if everything could have simply been handled in America, but Britain was insistent that they question her on their soil, for some of the crimes they believed she was involved in, or at the very least could shed some light on who had been the culprits.

He trusted her about as far as he could physically pick up the small private jet they were in and throw it, even now while she was in restraints, though since they were thousands of feet up in the air, he very much doubted she would do anything that could bring harm to herself as well. Sometimes the fact that, somewhere, deep down, he knew he still held some sort of feelings for this criminal, bothered him immensely, something he did his best to hide, not that it had stopped him from carrying on correspondence with her ever since her arrest.

As he sat there, ticking off lists in his mind, going over the various routes, imagining every way possible that things could go wrong and how he could be ten steps ahead of anyone, including Jamie, the dull drone of the engines had him in a bit of a trance. He was aware and observant as always, but in a slightly meditative state. That was until he felt the plane lurch a bit, he could hear the wind pick up outside, he even could have sworn that he glanced some odd purple smoke just outside the plane's window.

Something was wrong, but before Sherlock could call out or even utter a single word, the plane felt like it was suddenly being tossed about in a blender. The world seemed to both speed up and stand still at the exact same time. Despite the chaos around them, Sherlock had time to notice one thing, that even for a plane crashing this felt odd, like something wasn't quite normal, as far as plane crashes could be normal. Ripping and tearing of metal, screams of pilot that ended abruptly, thuds and scrapes, wind and chaos reigned around him.

Then there was blackness

Sherlock felt the pain first, a sharp stabbing jab up his left leg as he tried to move, there was a seat from the plane that had come dislodged and fallen with him, landing on top of him, not quite pinning him but not making it easy for him to move either. He looked up, a forest, they were in a forest. He could feel wetness on the side of his face, as blood trickled down his jaw from a wound on his forehead. He tried to sit up on his elbows and get a better look, but every move was met with pain.

Then he heard her voice try to call out his name and he was filled with both fear and relief at the same moment.

This prompted him to fight through the pain, extricate himself from under the seat and move in her direction. "Jamie..... Jamie are you hurt?"

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Jamie Moriarty
 Posted: Mar 22 2017, 02:07 PM
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Deep breaths, deep breaths. But pain blossomed behind Jamie's eyelids anyway and she could only flutter between gasps, her chest seizing with every movement. She froze, paralysed and trembling as she let the waves of pain wash over her. A plane crash. I'm in a plane crash. The observation was not without merit but her mind struggled to think clearly, stuck like a broken record on that singular thought while everything slurred in her mind's eye. Clarity - clarity...yet she was lethargic with pain with only one thought through her mind. Sherlock.

She dragged open her eyes to look up at light shining down, hitting her straight in the eyes. A dull pain pulsed in her temples and she winced, turning her head a fraction to see a dappled haze of sunlight through a canopy of leaves. She squinted and looked further just enough to see Sherlock shambling towards her. "Sherlock!" He was alive! He'd survived! But the rush of relief at seeing him was tempered by her chest again and Jamie groaned, her head rolling back as she waited for it to pass.

"Ribs." Her voice was shallow as she tried to pull herself up. Her arms travelled further than she expected and looking down her wrists, although a little red, were free of the cuffs. The reason for why came moments later when she saw the mangled metal twisted almost beyond recognition a little further away. They must have come off in the crash. One blessing. She sat up gingerly, every movement however minute painfully, agonisingly drawn out as she reached for Sherlock for support.

But looking at him made her pause. "Sherlock...your face..." She reached out near his forehead. He was bleeding too - was he hurt badly? She couldn't tell, although already her mind was beginning to free itself from the shock, questions rising in her consciousness like bubbles breaking to the water's surface. Jamie looked around at the forest around them. The twisted metal of the plane was all around them, seats jutting out of the ground and remnants of luggage scattered by tree trunks. The wreckage was strewn around them, little fires burning in places. It made her think of something. The fuel. They had been lucky - it hadn't made the small plane become a fireball on impact.

But someone else was less so. Even through the pain Jamie could see the twisted husk of the pilot's cabin, almost bent out of recognition. "What - what happened?"

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 Posted: Mar 30 2017, 08:56 AM
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His face? What was she going on about. He slid a hand up to his face, and then felt the blood, oh right of course he had a head injury. From how he felt he was fairly certain he might even be concussed, not that he was a doctor, but in his educated opinion. He was also fairly certain he had at least one cracked rib, something was wrong with his left arm considering how much it hurt, and he had some cuts on his right leg from the crash, though as far as he could tell nothing had hit any important arteries and such. He'd need medical attention though, sooner rather than later, they both would by the looks of Jamie, and at the moment he had no idea where they were. He was trying to go over in his head, the flight plans that he had memorised before they left. He had gone over every detail of the plan a hundred times, based on how long after they took off, where they left from in Upstate New York, the approximate air speed. He felt like perhaps they were in Maine somewhere, perhaps Canada even. His head was aching even more as he tried to think, and that was agitating him, he needed a clear mind.

"Oh, right, it's nothing, I'm fine. We crashed, though the skies were clear beforehand, I don't know what happened, felt like we hit a tornado, but that's absurd. As far as I can tell the others are all dead. Can you move? Is anything broken?" There was more worry ins his voice than he normally might have allowed to show, but with his injuries his head wasn't quite in its usual composed place. He wasn't panicking or anything, but as the front of his mind went to work on the task at hand, survival, seeing to their wounds, figuring out where they were and how to get help; another part of his mind was pondering the question of how exactly they had crashed. The rationale part of his brain wanted a reason, a solid concrete scientific reason for what had happened, but another part couldn't help but feel like as everything had gone tits up, he had seen a strange purple smoke and what appeared to be an actual tornado in the middle of the clear sky. Something wasn't adding up, and Sherlock didn't like a riddle he couldn't solve.

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Jamie Moriarty
 Posted: Apr 5 2017, 02:23 PM
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How badly was he injured? Once Jamie had assessed her own condition her attentions were naturally turning to him. His health was secondary to her own, although by no means inessential. Her eyes flitted over him quickly, trying to appraise the damage. It looked like he hadn't been aware of the injury to his face at all and if they had been anywhere else but the site of a plane crash Jamie would've found amusement in that, that it had somehow been beneath Sherlock's notice to even recognise he'd been hurt - that it was an afterthought to him. But for now she was anxious, unsure about the true extent of how much trouble they were in. He seemed to be doing better than her but whether he had internal injuries or was - in his style - far more injured than he was letting on was hard to tell from just an 'I'm fine'.

Jamie's eyes narrowed.

Not that she had the time nor the energy to question him. He was plunging on, talking about how clear the skies had been beforehand. She frowned. He thought it was a tornado? Though that was the only thing it really could be, surely. The turbulence around the plane had been stronger than any normal storm. Had it been a freak weather incident? The odds seemed unlikely - no, impossible, here in New England. Something still felt odd, though the pain she was experiencing was hindering her analysis. She raised an eyebrow. "Once you've eliminated the impossible, Sherlock..."

"Can you move?" "Yes." Jamie gingerly skimmed a hand over her own chest. The skin there was delicate and she gritted her teeth to the twinges of pain. It was enough, though, to tell her what she was dealing with. "I've either fractured or broken a rib or two." Nothing else was broken from what she could tell. She was going to be covered in bruises later and she might have cuts elsewhere but all she could concentrate on was the pressure on her chest, preventing her from taking normal breaths for the moment. She slowly got herself up to a sitting position and was able to prop herself up on her arms, wincing a little at the effort. "I'll need help to walk but I am otherwise unscathed." She'd done worse and survived worse, and didn't need to tell Sherlock that. Yet somehow she felt the urge to do so.

The question as to how they got here remained unanswered...as did where they were. And despite every intellectual cell in her body thirsting for the answer as to how they had crashed on a secure flight in easy weather in the middle of the woods the pain in her chest was enough to root her in the here and now. She could think of little else but their immediate surroundings - woods, for the most part. They were somewhere in New England, though where Jamie couldn't be sure. "I'm assuming," she said, with a slight wheeze as she propped herself up better on the ground, "You have more of an idea as to where we are than I do." She gave him a wry smile. "You may recall I am not privileged with the knowledge of our flight plan." Not when she could pass it on to her lieutenants.

Jamie cast a glance around, her smile gone as swiftly as it had appeared. She began to struggle upwards, her hand outstretched to Sherlock for support. Even standing - as dizzy as her vision was for a moment before it cleared - it was hard to see anything but trees. "There should be a First Aid somewhere. Did they let you take a phone on the flight?" She doubted it. But considering the stress Sherlock had placed on them all about the danger of moving her maybe the powers that be had allowed a mobile on the grounds of safety. If not...Jamie didn't want to consider that.

Wounded, unable to get help and in the middle of nowhere. The odds didn't look good.

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 Posted: Apr 21 2017, 06:33 AM
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Of course, once the possible have been eliminated, but at this point he was having a hard time wrapping his head around what the possibilities even were, realistic or absurd. Purple smoke, maybe he'd been dreaming, maybe there had been a loss of oxygen before things went tits up, maybe that explained for what he thought he'd seen. The problem was brewing in the back of his mind, but for now it had to stay just there, in the back of his mind because he had more urgent pressing matters to attend to. Namely their injuries and figuring out where they were so they could get assistance.How far in the woods had they fallen, there were some pretty dense forests in Maine and Canada, for all he knew they could be kilometres from any help. Perhaps for now the best course of action was to figure out what resources they could salvage and just stay with the plane.

Yes well, figuring out how this happened is currently the least of our concerns, first and foremost we need to make an inventory of what can be salvaged. I'm not sure it would be the best idea trying moving far from the plane, as a last resort perhaps, but there's no telling how far these woods go on, there's no telling precisely where we are, for all we know we could end up walking further into the forest."

Sherlock glanced over at the wreckage, there was something rather unsettling about the pattern, the way things had fallen from the sky, something that wasn't adding up but of course that was the fact the plane had been sucked into a portal and essentially spit out above the forest, he didn't know this yet, and until he did he would continue with the nagging feeling that things weren't adding up the way they should, the way the evidence around them was suggesting.

"The plan had been to re-fuel in Canada before carrying on across the Atlantic, based on my estimation I do not believe we were in the air long enough to have reached Canada, if we're in the Northern Maine woods, well from my studies of the maps there are forested areas in that state that could put us quite a bit of a hike to the nearest towns. As far as a mobile, of course you were led to believe none of us had phones on us, however....." Sherlock managed to make his way back over to what he was pretty sure was the seat he had been occupying before the plane crashed and tossed everything all about, and slipped his hand into a carefully concealed spot on the seat that he had used as a sort of secret compartment to hide his mobile before Jamie had gotten on the plane. He pulled it out, the screen was slightly cracked, but seemed it should still work, however when he turned it on it said he had roamed outside his coverage area. "Well, that's odd, I know my phone plan quite specifically should give me global coverage, I should have service whether I'm in the US or across the Pond, it says I'm however roaming, either way the signal is too weak here to get a call out."

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