And it just so happened that Sherlock Holmes came along. The man was, by far, the most interesting person he had come across for as long as he could remember. An 'admirer', Jim was, finding himself fascinated by the detective and his work. He was extraordinary; different; a challenge that Jim was willing to take part in. It was something new that he had never come across.
However, getting to the man was certainly proving difficult. Jim had had to think it over, plan what course of action he would take and how he was going to go about that. At first, finding a way into Scotland Yard using a simple disguise seemed the perfect plan, but then something else had come to mind. Holmes also occasionally visited the morgue at St. Bart's on a regular basis and the criminal had found his perfect opportunity.
Today would be the day he went for a job interview there, hoping to be employed, preferbly something not too boring and unbearable. This meant acting out of character and pretending to be someone with a completely different personality than his own (he had already figured everything out).
The clothes he wore were plain - a boring t-shirt and jeans. Jim hated them. They were nothing like his well-tailored suits that fit him comfortably, unlike these awful pieces of clothing that felt horrible against his skin. Ugh. How could people wear such filth? He looked so ordinary.
On any other occasion, Jim would have refused to wear them, but they were essential to fit in with everyone else - much to his distaste. Acting normal was a terribly mundane task, he noticed upon reaching St. Bart's. People brushed past him without so much as a second glance, hurrying off to work and other places. It was lunchtime, and London was always undeniably busy at this time and loud, so it was a relief to get inside the building.
There was no sign of anyone. The Irishman assumed they would be eating lunch and whatnot, meaning he would have to wait a while before speaking to someone or have them guide him toward the right place. To distract himself, he stared uninterestedly at some posters and leaflets pinned to a billboard to make himself look busy, a frown fixed upon his languid expression.
[[Hope this isn't too long for you! ._.]]