the highs & lows

Dr. Damion Hawkins Possibly Dionysus' son a general physician at the age of 28 ---- "I'm here for a good time, not a long time."

[damndamionx]

bash-alvarez·:

“Makes you an idiot, then.” Bash growled. Anyone should feel intimidated by him if they knew what was good for them, which Damion clearly didn’t. The doctor’s further comment made him clench his jaw. “I should make you one.” Since he’d already given him far more warnings than he ever did and Damion still hadn’t taken the hint, Bash leaned over the table and punched at Damion’s face. 

   What happened next was nowhere near Damion’s control. The next thing he knew, there was a flash of pain and darkness. “Fuck!” The doctor felt his nose actually break, immediately clutching at it. “You dim-witted idiot!” No later, the blood began to trickle down. 

   Bolting as he stood up in his seat, he glared at the asshole dangerously. “You’re going to pay for this, you piece of shit!” By then, Damion couldn’t give a flying fuck whether or not he was making a scene in the midst of the pizza parlor. Kicking the chair behind him whilst holding onto his nose in an attempt to stop the profuse bleeding, the doctor stormed out of the place. 

   All he knew was that Bash was going to fucking wish that he hadn’t lay a hand on him.

-- end.

[damndamionx]

judahfraser-rp·:

Seeing the number of expensive fabrics Damion’s wardrobe obviously contained, Judah had no doubt in his mind as to just how expensive those laundry bills came. Not even counting the danger of the occasional blood-drop or blood-splash. 

“My deal?” Judah said, giving off a half-laugh as he moved over to the kitchenette. He rubbed at the back of his neck, suddenly self-conscious of what he was doing. He turned the facet on and grabbed a glass mug left by the motel, quickly filling it up with lukewarm water. “I don’t really have a deal. Just kinda fuck around town. I mean, I was a troublemaker in high school, now I’m just trying to get my shit together, you know? Kinda hard when you didn’t have the shit to gather though.” 

He paused, looking at the mug before taking a hurried sip. “So, no, no deal for me. What about that club again?” 

   Damion eyed the other curiously, hanging onto his every word. Simultaneously, he nodded along to show that he was listening. He always was a sucker for such a pretty, cutesy-looking boy.

   “No deal at all?” he asked, curious as to how that could possibly come to be. Certainly, everyone had a deal. Either that, or a secret they harbored. “You do realise, that with those looks, you can be whatever the fuck you want, right?”

   At the mention of the club, the doctor sat up on the bed, pulling his phone out from his pocket. “Oh yeah. Anyway, just give me your full name and the name of whoever you wanna bring and I’ll send a text to put you on the list.” he grinned, loving the power he had. “That’s it.”

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bash-alvarez·:

Damion tended to look at Bash like he was something he wanted to study under a microscope and Bash never appreciated it. He glared at the other man to indicate that, but didn’t say anything, hoping that if he maintained silence the doctor would too. No such luck, since Damion opened his damn mouth again and the line of questioning did not improve Bash’s mood. “Cabrones like you asking stupid questions. Fuck off.” It was only because Bash had been drinking that Damion even got that much of a warning instead of just a fist to the face. 

   Others, perhaps, would have been threatened by Bash’s snappy attitude, and would have left by then. Damion, however, was no ordinary, feeble man. He had stood by and watched Bash’s personality for nearly 3 years now; by then, nothing could faze him, really.

   Instead, the doctor merely chuckled, rolling his eyes. It was a typical response from Bash, and he knew it. “You do realise I’m not like the others who gets intimidated by you.” he pointed out coolly, looking up at him from under his lashes. “I’m not your bitch, Bash.”

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silent-cyrus·:

“Um, I was actually … I need to get groceries for my mom,” Cyrus admitted, lifting the paper with the list on it to show Damion. “I just … have no idea where there’s a grocery store around here.” He looked around the street corner before turning back to Damion. “So, um, I guess … we can hang out. If you help me.” He gave Damion a tentative smile. He had missed the other, though he was rather embarrassed to be found in his current state, completely bewildered and anxious. Though, once he thought about it, that was usually how he was twenty-four-seven.

   There never really was a time wherein Damion had bumped into Cyrus without needing to go elsewhere or do something. But as always, he would somehow manage to squeeze in enough of a social bonding for the two of them, regardless of the situation. It was really a dead give-away as to how much attention the doctor wanted from the younger one. 

   And right on cue, the answer, as always, was with Damion. With a glint of mischief in his eyes, he was easily in a playful mood. “There just so happens to be a bodega that you can go to.” he shared, “It’s a bit of a walk from here, but it’s definitely the closest one that I know of. And I know the city like the back of my hand.” There was no missing the haughty tone he toted. “I’ll take you there.” he announced, tenderly pulling Cyrus by the arm closer.

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bash-alvarez·:

Bash’s glare only intensified as Damion questioned him. The answer seemed pretty obvious to Bash. “Have you met me?” He deadpanned, giving Damion a look. This wasn’t much different than how Bash usually acted so Damion shouldn’t be surprised. His pizza arrived and he set about starting to eat it, hoping to ignore Damion for the rest of the time. Knowing the doctor, though, he probably wouldn’t take the hint. 

   It was typical of Bash to act like everything annoyed him, like everything was an inconvenience to him. And frankly, Damion, in his own professional opinion, didn’t think that it was anywhere near healthy. Something must have screwed Bash up in the head, at least, that was what he liked to believe. Anyone born into the world with a disposition like that with no catalyst to change was just, simply, sad.

   Even as the other began to eat in silence, the doctor wasn’t backing down. Resting his elbow onto the table to rest his chin on, he observed the other curiously, paying no attention to anyone else. “You know, you’re weirdly mad at the world for no apparent reason. I wonder who fucked you up.” he merely stated, just putting it all out there.

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judahfraser-rp·:

Judah watched Damion continue to bring out more and more clothes, reminding him of a magician’s act. He tilted head, squinting at Damion. He could definitely pull off the whole magician thing for sure.

He was taken out of his thoughts with Damion’s next words. “A bar sounds cool, really, but I don’t need to hook up with anything but a drink. So I’m good on that,” he said, grateful for Damion’s offer. “But checking it out sounds fun.”

He had never been to a “cool” bar. Troy’s was about the closest thing and lately, it was feeling more and more tense.

“Those clothes are kinda fancy. Do you wear scrubs over them or something?” he asked, curious with Damion’s whole attire. “I bet it sucks getting blood out of them.”

   “Just let me know you’re hitting the bar. I can get a few things arranged.” Damion gave the other a sly wink, before turning his back to properly stack the clothes in the cabinet. He was simply warm and welcoming, particularly to his own turf. 

   Shutting the cabinet door, he promptly faced Judah. “I wear scrubs if I need to operate, but usually a doctor’s coat does the trick.” Getting blood and other contagious contaminants on his clothes weren’t really much of a worry to him, not when you can toss them out if they were messed up. “But yeah, my laundry bill’s a bitch.” he whined, heading back to the bed to throw his now-empty bag onto the floor. 

   Lying on the bed with his arm propping up his upper body, Damion eyed his roommate. “So, tell me more about yourself, Judah.” he said, taking on a sing-song tone. “What’s your deal?”

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       such HIGHS and lows ;                     you put on quite a s h o w !

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bash-alvarez‌:

Damion mentioned following him and Bash frowned. He hadn’t noticed? Fuck. That was not good, especially just back in the big city. Maybe he shouldn’t have gotten so drunk, needed to stay sharper now that they were back in Chicago. Apparently Muddy had dulled his senses a bit. 

“Don’t fucking follow me.” It was sharp, more like his usual tone instead of his more amenable drunk one. In either state, Bash didn’t like that idea. He narrowed his eyes and shook his head. “What’s to reconnect about? We’re back in Chicago. There. Reconnected.” Damion should know Bash wasn’t much for conversation, but maybe the doctor was hoping to take advantage of Bash’s less than sober state in that regard. 

   Damion was nowhere near surprised that Bash was, as usual, pissed off. His guards were obviously down at that time, giving the doctor a chance to track him and follow him. For someone like Bash, that clearly didn’t bode well.

   Rolling his eyes, Damion sounded unfazed. “Jesus, what’s got your panties in a bunch?” he retorted, unable to figure out why the other always sounded like he was on the verge of rage. It wasn’t a good look on him, to be honest. “Why are you so bitter? Are you okay?”

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silent-cyrus·:

Cyrus nearly jumped out of his skin, as he heard the throat clear behind him. He flinched automatically, as he felt the hands wrap around his arms to pull him close to someone, his heart pounding rapidly. But then he registered the voice, and the nickname, and he immediately relaxed.

Turning, he looked up at Damion, swallowing hard, pretty sure he’d never been so glad to see someone in his life. “Y … you’re here too,” he said, which was a rather silly thing to say. Of course Damion was there. He was in Muddy Waters when it flooded, so naturally he’d be relocated to Chicago as well. He grimaced.

“I-I mean, of course you’re here. I guess I just meant … what-what are you doing here?” He glanced around the street corner, thinking this was a pretty strange coincidence.

   Seeing Cyrus, out of all people, had his heart skip a beat. Easily, it put the brightest smile on his face. He hadn’t seen the younger one for ages, owing to his own busy schedule. The number of times that doctor was tempted to go looking for Cyrus was wildly numerous, to be quite honest; the only thing that had stopped him was truly his work (and maybe a little shame). 

   As Cyrus turned, his hold on the other one’s shoulders slackened, letting go. “Of course I’m here. Chicago is my town.” Damion reminded him, in any case that his little Bambi forgot. This was literally his territory, his turf, so to speak. And in any case, he would rather be here than anywhere else, in the wake of the tragedy that had befallen Muddy. 

   Pointing his thumb towards the cafe across the road, the man grinned. “I had just finished having coffee with a friend of mine when I saw you.” It’s not like he was stalking Cyrus or anything. Perhaps fate was just really on his side. “Now, is there anywhere you need to be? I’d love to have a little catch-up with you. I haven’t seen you in ages so you can’t tell me there’s no reason to.” he pouted, crossed his arms over his chest. Eyeing Cyrus keenly, a little smile peeked on his lips. “And I’m not taking no for an answer.”

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judahfraser-rp·:

“Sketchy works too, I guess,” Judah said, watching Damion look around for a place to hang his clothes. “I think I saw a cabinet somewhere by the bathroom and the kitchenette. It should be by the door. I think you have too many clothes to fit inside of it though.”

That was an understatement of course. Judah was pretty sure Damion’s clothes outweighed him.

“Tipsy Tomato, that’s an interesting name. Is it a bar too? Sounds like all they sell is bloody mary’s and pizza.” That wasn’t exactly bad either, but it sounded like old ladies and hipsters would be the only customers. 

   Luckily, Judah picked up his wordless cues. It was good to know that someone was sensitive still to those sort of things. “I just need to stow away a few, not all.” he replied, heeding the other’s directions, as he felt for the cabinet door, before popping it open. All he needed was to make sure he had a few days’ worth of work clothes out and ready at any moment’s notice. 

   Busily stowing away his first pile of clothes, he walked back to the bed to get more out. “Nope. If you want a bar, that’s Topaz. No wait -- it’s called Passionfruit now. It got renovated and got a few cool upgrades, last I heard.” he shared, perfectly serving as a fountain of information about the city. “If you want to go, let me know. I’ll put you on the guest list.” With all his connections, Damion was more than happy to help out pretty boy.

   Getting out a pile of neatly folded pants now, he walked back to the cabinet. “You know, score a girl or something.” At least, he assumed that Judah was into girls. His radar wasn’t picking anything up from him. 

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silent-cyrus·:

To say Cyrus was terrified of being in Chicago would be an understatement. Never in a million years would he have guessed that he’d be standing on a sidewalk corner in the middle of the Windy City, clutching a piece of paper with a list of groceries on it, desperately trying to figure out which way to go. As soon as they’d arrived, his father had gone off to check out whatever bars or gambling tables he could find, leaving his mother in the motel room with no groceries or anything to use for entertainment. So she’d instructed him, her son with zero experience in a city, to go out and get her things.

It didn’t take him long to get completely turned around. He had no idea where he was going, having no cell phone to look things up on Google Maps, and the noise and general crowdedness of the city had him struggling for breath, on the verge of a panic attack.

This definitely wasn’t how he saw himself getting out of Muddy Waters. And, much to his dismay, he found himself wishing he was back there among the familiar.

Knowing he wasn’t going to get anywhere standing frozen on a street corner, he swallowed hard and turned to the next person that passed him.

“Um, e-excuse me. D-do you know where there’s a grocery store nearby?”

   Being back in his city meant that Damion could leave the wretched motel room in favour of the luxe living he was accustomed to. Sure, he might be sleeping in a sorry excuse of a motel, but everything else in his life was back to his grandiose swing of things - the finest shopping centers, the finest food, surrounded by the finest people. Oh, what he would give to be back here for good. 

   Unfortunately, the remnants of the idyllic town followed him, as he knew their fates to be in the big city as well. Running into them was all a matter of avoiding their faces before they could even recognise him. But it didn’t apply to everyone. 

   He had just stepped out of a coffee catch-up with a dear friend of his when he wondered where to head on next. And it was then, as his eyes wandered around for a new setting, that his gaze landed upon a face he had missed dearly. Cyrus. Without further ado, the doctor smoothed his suit and vest as he headed over the younger boy, completely ignoring the fact that he was speaking to someone else. 

   Walking up to him, Damion stopped short just behind him, clearing his throat to catch his attention. “Muddy, Chicago... I always seem to end up finding you, Bambi.” he teased, pulling him close from behind to fully end the current conversation Cyrus was having in favour of his. . 

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bash-alvarez·:

When Bash was sober, it was nearly impossible for someone to follow him without him at least picking up on it. He was just that aware of his surroundings and generally mistrusted most people so he kept an eye out at all times. Drunk it was a little different so he hadn’t picked up on the fact that someone was tailing him. He hadn’t even realised he’d sat down across from someone he knew until Damion spoke. Well, at least the other guy was easy on the eyes. 

“It’s good pizza.” Bash didn’t usually offer explanations for why he did anything, even when asked, but he was always a little more amenable when he’d been drinking. “Why are you here if you don’t want pizza?” It seemed silly to come to a pizzeria if that’s not what you wanted. 

   If this was Bash’s standard for good pizza, well, Damion was suddenly having his doubts. At best, it was decent pizza - the kind of pizza you eat because you needed to sop up the alcohol in your system, or the kind you try because locals call it as their own brand of pizza. But good? He highly doubted. 

   Tilting his head to the side, the doctor eagerly listened to his associate. He seemed to be boozed up enough for a decent conversation. “Following you, of course.” he plainly stated, giving the other a smile. “I haven’t had the chance to reconnect with the others lately, and well, lucky me,” the man’s tone was easily teasing, “I saw you.”

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judahfraser-rp·:

“Yeah, Muddy’s weird,” Judah said, “it’s both the most boring town on Earth and then one of the busiest. Something is always going down it seems.”

“So, do you know any good bars and stuff? Places with cheap pizza, but like regular pizza?” Judah asked, noticing how often the doctor looked at his phone. He was clearly expecting something on it.

He watched the doctor head to his things. “You sure brought a lot of stuff. What’s in there? Dress shirts and vests?” Judah said, already teasing the other. “That’s nice you had enough time to get what you needed.” Which was apparently a lot.

   Walking to his luggage, the doctor began to unpack his things, tossing a bag on his bed. “I think the term that you’re looking for is sketchy. As in, ‘Muddy Waters is sketchy as fuck’.” Damion casually pointed out. The town was small, by any size, but it seemed as if they never run out of weird happenings. Just when he thought things were clearing up, suddenly, they weren’t. And that was a grand statement, coming from someone whose job was to constantly snatch people from the clutches of death.

   Turning to face Judah, he gave the other one a haughty look. “I know all the spots.” If it wasn’t clear before, then it was certainly clear now. Attending to his bag, the man unzipped his first of many, pulling out a stack of finely-pressed clothes. “Check out Tipsy Tomato. Everyone flocks there, so you know the pizza’s good.” Not that he thought it was good, but it was the locals’ dining spot, which counted for something.

   Ignoring the teasing in his tone, Damion looked around, looking for a place to store them. Surely, there should be a cabinet around? “Oh, my bags are always packed. I haven’t had time to unpack in Muddy. I was rooming with a friend of mine as well, but I was honestly antsy to get a place of my own. Hence the preparedness.” he replied, walking around the room to somehow feel for a cabinet somewhere.

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judahfraser-rp·:

“Hook me up, alright,” Judah said, hesitantly entering the room. He walked to the couch and picked up his flung backpack, briefly looking inside before walking over to the bed closest to the bathroom. “I’ll pick this one. So you can have the other,” he decided, dropping his bag on it. The other bed felt more claustrophobic, being more in the corner than this one, plus it would offer him an escape if he needed a locked door in-between them. 

“You lived here before you came to Muddy?” Judah asked. He couldn’t sense much of an accent in Damion, but he did have a specific way of talking. “Must have kept you busy, with all the gang violence and stuff.” 

Glancing at Judah’s claim for a bed, Damion merely nodded his head in acknowledgement. “Good choice.” He was more accustomed to a corner bed anyway, seeing as his things were already piled neatly in the corner. 

Focusing on his phone again, the second time around, the doctor barely glanced up to grace his room mate with an answer. “Yep. Was here for a good 3 years before moving to Muddy.” Making plans to meet-up and party was the next important thing on his to-do list since moving back to town. “Oh, it was alright. I got a few stabbed guys taken care of in the ER. A few with gunshots, that sort of stuff.” He spoke with such nonchalance; nothing fazed him anymore, particularly with gangs. 

“So glad I had a break from all of that in Muddy. Nothing ever goes on in your town.” he commented, finally getting on his feet as he walked towards his luggage.

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judahfraser-rp·:

Cute? Judah couldn’t help but grimace. He hadn’t realized the doctor was like this. Weren’t they supposed to be professional, or was that only on the clock? “Yeah, I’m the pawn shop guy,” he said, preferring to stand by the door as he gave the room a look. 

The room was bearable in itself, in fact, nice by his standards, but considering who he was sharing it with it already felt cramped. This was gonna be a fun few weeks. “I’m actually going to take the couch for the night,” Judah said, “so feel free to pick whatever bed you want.” 

   Arching a brow at him, Damion wondered what to make of him. He was cute alright, with a little timid, shy vibe. And usually, that was his type, but it wouldn’t surely work in his favour if he ended up banging his roommate. Particularly when he wasn’t sure how long they’d be rooming together. 

   Sighing, he brought his legs up on the couch, spreading himself to lounge properly. “There’s literally 2 beds in this room. Just pick one.” Only a fool would sleep on the couch, or someone who wanted back pains.

   Pulling out his phone, the doctor began to fiddle with it, uncaring as to what Judah would do. “Oh, and Chicago’s my town. So if you need anything, let me know. I can hook you up.” he added, briefly looking up to smile at him. Though he wouldn’t usually offer such niceties, the man was notably known to make exception for the good-looking ones.

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bash-alvarez·:

It was late but the pizzeria was still busier than Bash would’ve wanted it to be. Welcome back to Chicago, where everywhere was always more full of people than he wanted it to be. He’d already gotten used to Muddy Waters and the smaller amount of humanity there, but Chicago was a whole different ball game. Still, he was more mellow about it since he was coming from the bar than Bash would have been. It was only a vague annoyance since he was feeling pretty good and not actually intent on getting into a fight. Well, another one. There’d been one earlier in the evening and Bash still sported the bloody knuckles that spoke to that fact but he barely even felt the sting of that anymore. What he craved right now was some good, Chicago deep dish that he could sit and eat, hopefully by himself. There were still some open tables but, in a moment of clearly drunken foolishness, Bash hit the bathroom first before claiming one and by the time he got back, they were all full. It was a Friday night, he probably should’ve considered that. 

Vaguely annoyed, Bash still didn’t want to have to take a pizza all the way back to the motel, which meant he’d just have to sit with someone. He spotted a table with only one other person and sat down across from them unceremoniously. “We don’t have to talk. I just want somewhere to sit and eat. Deal?” He hoped they would take him up on it. If he’d been sober, he would’ve just yanked them out of the table but his violent tendencies were always curbed a little after a decent amount of alcohol. 

   Coming back home to Chicago meant that Damion could revel in the nightlife once again. Oh, how he missed spending hours in a bar, drinking away to his heart’s content, as well as occasionally coming home with a partner worth doing. But maybe it was because he had been in Muddy for a while now, that he found his attention to be completely preoccupied amidst the comfort of a proper bar. What had Muddy Waters done to him?

   Instead, he caught sight of a fellow Syndicate, who was on his way out. Suddenly, it felt like a good idea to follow the man, just for the kicks. Drinking the last of his martini, Damion paid off his bill, and followed Bash out of the bar, keeping his distance to make his presence unknown. But when he entered the pizza establishment, the doctor all but groaned at the place. Why here? Nevertheless, he followed suit, taking a seat in one of the empty tables, as his target disappeared into the bathroom. 

   And what good it did, as the place began to fill up with folks who just needed a bite of that signature Chicago-deep dish pizza. He, on the other hand, just wanted to talk. It came to no surprise that Bash ended up on his table, seeing as it was the only one with more than one spare seat to offer. Being a known face also helped, surely. 

   “If you wanted to eat, then why here, of all places?” Damion chastised, as he lounged in his seat, pleased with how his plan to follow Bash turned out.