Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25151516-20131102191203/@comment-17970636-20140415032509

Julian frowned at the name of his of his old confidante, but it was replaced by a scowl almost immediately.

"Trust YOU? Forgive me Mr. Detective for not making this clear earlier. You and your kind are the LAST people I trust, especially with all your resources. You know everything about me, from Robson, to even all the jobs I've done. It wouldn't surprise me if you knew what my IQ level and favourite smell were at this rate. This previous person was a girl. I met her during a job, and we may or may not have had a casual fling. But that's not the point! Everyone and everything I've trusted is either blown up, going to blow up and some point, or in the case of humans, dead. If you REALLY want to win my trust, then that means letting me get a shot at Johnstone and Elena. I wont kill them, but I WILL terrify them out of their wits, especially since they believe that I'm behind bars right now."

Julian attempted to yank his arm free from the handcuff and was rewarded with a cut for his troubles. Scowling at the mark he turned to Holmes.

"Do we have a deal? If I can get them to talk, you decide what comes next. I won't complain."