songs and ultraviolence

Indie RP blog for Alex Delarge, from Stanley Kubrick's "A Clockwork Orange." FC is Malcolm McDowell/Evan Peters. This blog is NSFW and contains triggering content.

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Droogs Don’t Run !!

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  She shrugged looking up at him "Actually, I was looking for something to do, and to my misfortune, I didn't so I have nothing to do."

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"Nothing at all? That's a shame, miss, a real shame." Alex tutted softly and shook his head, a smile coming over his face again. "I always find entertainment in my droogs -- that's my friends, if you please -- but I'm afraid they're off and away somewhere, leaving me all on my own."

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get on with the rain || open rp

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  "You don’t have to stop. I was just asking." Mary shrugged. "Sure. A glass of moloko. Then home." She nods, pulling out her phone and checking her messages. "I hope I don’t regret this." Mary was usually up for trying things at least once.

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Alex grinned. It wasn't an innocent grin, but it wasn't his usual one, full of piss and vinegar, either. Alex was by no means a good person, but he could always pretend to be, as he was doing now. Playing the right little gentleman, taking the lady out for a glass. He tapped his cane against the sidewalk as he walked, humming to himself as the rain poured down and drenched them both. Once approaching the milk bar, Alex was the one to hold the door open for her, ushering her inside. "My lady."

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A Clockwork Orange - The Droogs

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  "I know but I hope your intentions are good" she said looking up at him as she walked. She would smile when she heard his accent because, let's face it. She was a sucker for them

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"Of course, of course!" Alex would have tipped the brim of his hat to her, had he been wearing it. He missed it suddenly, and couldn't wait to  meet up with his droogs tonight. Perhaps they could target this little pretty instead of their usual random pick of devotchkas. "Tell me, what brings thee out so late? Midnight stroll?"

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  She smiled wide as she nodded hooking her arm on his and walked with him. "I live a couple of blocks away if you don't mind the walk." She said softly as she looked up at him

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Alex was quite glad she trusted him so much. It would have made things quite difficult, had she not. "Not at all, not at all," he assured her in his thick accent, grateful for the arm in his own. In the back of his mind, he imagined what it would be like to have her on the floor, or over a countertop, and wondered just how open she was to the more casual side of the old in-out, in-out. "Quite trusting of a stranger like myself, miss, if you don't mind me saying so." There. Playing the gentleman. 

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get on with the rain || open rp

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  Mary considered it. If he tried anything then she could always stab him. She shrugged. “Why not.” She sighed. “And do you always talk like that?” She watched him. It was so weird. 

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That made some small, angry part of Alex twinge itself awake, and his smile faded, and instead he took on a bored expression. "Would you rather I stop? Can miss not keep up with the Nasdat?" It was the common slang, for him and his droogs; his peers of fifteen, sixteen, even those up to twenty-one spoke this way. The older crowd hated it -- which, really, was why they continued to speak the way they did. "A drink it is. A glass of moloko -- that's milk, if you like -- and then I'll walk you home, yes?" He began leading her toward the direction of the milk bar, which was where he'd been heading anyway.

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+just-call-me-lydia-martin entered the milk bar

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  She smiled up at him and spoke softly “The name is Lydia. Lydia Martin.” She offered her hand

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And a friendly one too! One that didn't immediately run away at the sight of him. Likely hadn't heard the news about the recent break-ins, then, or else just didn't care. He gave a dramatic bow, taking her hand firmly. "Alex DeLarge, if it pleases thee," he said, then stood straight again. "Rather a lonely road for a molodoy devotchka like yourself to be wandering all oddy-knocky," he said, feigning concern. "Mind if me humble self walks you home, miss Lydia Martin?"

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(( Gonna be posting pics of my Halloween costume wheeee ))

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get on with the rain || open rp

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  "Are you asking if you could buy me a drink?" Mary blinked as she stared at him. Considering what happened at that party, she didn’t know if she wanted to trust having a drink with this guy. Then again she wasn’t the same girl she was back then. Now people are afraid of her. At least the people who know her are.

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"A glass of moloko," Alex corrected, "if miss would include that as a drink." He knew she meant alcohol, and no, milk-plus wasn't alcohol, not exactly -- though it did have other things in it to help psych up the youthful population. Or even the older crowd, who all looked down on Alex and his droogies like they were animals. 

"If miss would include moloko as a drink," he said slowly with a smile spreading over his features, "then yes, my humble self is asking thee out for a drink. Dost thou accept?" He tipped the brim of his hat to her, all charm and smiles. 

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