blood on my hands

Danny / 23 / blogger I'm sorry about the blood in your mouth

[ingridhvwk]

instigating | lis + danny

If she had to get out of the game, at least it wasn’t from someone running up and screaming at her. The doctor had been casual about it, and it gave her a clean escape as Henri wasn’t by her side. Of course the party was too much, after so long having only one on one conversations, could she really have been thrown into a full blown party with no warning? The moment they’d walked in, all she could think of was to leave and finally she had her opportunity. She left her drink on the table and slipped out the closest exit when she thought the coast was clear, following the hall until she got out to fresh air. The deck was completely empty, just about everyone on the boat must have been packed into the banquet hall for the party. It certainly felt like that.

The night breeze was refreshing, she hadn’t realized how warm she’d gotten from talking to all the different people until it blew against her face. It felt like she could breathe, and for the moment everything was calm. It could only be a brief moment, after all  she couldn’t really disappear. Henri found her no matter what. She stood on the empty deck, struck with the fact that she had absolutely nothing in the world she wanted to do.

The sea stretched out on either side of the boat, illuminated by only the moon. It was peaceful, and it was something that only she had for this moment. A short lived moment, even the breezes and lapping of waves couldn’t drown out the sound of someone’s footsteps approaching. She turned quickly to see that it wasn’t Henri, instead it was just another passenger. In an effort to distract from the completely terrified look that must have been on her face, she attempted a greeting. “Not enjoying the party?”

[dannyvanderbilt-blog]

Danny had been enjoying themself for the most part. It’s not like they were unused to fancy dress events and pretending to be someone they’re not. Even if usually they were pretending to be a snobby, self-concerned, elitist instead of a tattoo artist that lights fires for fun. They hadn’t expected to get out so quickly, truth be told they didnt expect to get out at all but introsecption told them that was a ridiculous thing to think, but the woman was polite enough about the situation so Danny found themself unable to get about it.

Deciding that since there was no use roaming about the hot, packed ballroom Danny decided to go outside for some fresh air and maybe some stargazing. Walking onto the deck all they could see was the inky blackness of the water. Not wanting to stand around they began to stroll with no particular destination in mind until they saw a figure. Conversation was always nice when it wasn’t overwhelmingly serious so they let themself make more noise to alert the person that someone was approaching.

The girl whipped around a terrified look on her face for an instant before it slid back into something looking more uncomfortable than anything. “I wouldn’t say I wasn’t enjoying it, I just got bored.” Danny shrugged. “What about you? Why are you out here by yourself instead of at the party?”

[cooperxaddison-blog]

Cooper had been happily chatting around all night, but now they wandered alone, drink in hand. Absentmindedly they considered who they could talk to, their eyes wandering about the room. Eventually, their gaze settled on Danny: someone they’d met before who remained a complete stranger to them. They walked over, intrigued as ever. “Hello again,” they said, out of character for one of the first times that night. “Could I…get you a drink?”

[dannyvanderbilt-blog]

The irony of the night wasn’t lost to Danny but they still were enjoying themself more than they had in a long time. This was certainly different from the snobby parties they were used to where people wouldn’t dream of being anything other than their perfect selves. They were trying to decide if they wanted a drink or a snack when Cooper approached them, obviously out of character. Danny smiled glad to not have to act like an idiot in front of someone as cute as Cooper was. “Hello to you too.” The said, a wide smile still on full display. “A drink always sounds good and I think I’m going to need one to continue acting like this.”

[audreybeckctt-blog]

Audrey brushed off their first comment, taking the other’s hand in her own before shaking it once with a friendly smile. “Good to know. There’s so many people that I can’t trust in this place, like all these idiots saying horses are real. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Tate.”

[dannyvanderbilt-blog]

“There’s people saying horses are real? Why would I have one along with the several other tattoos on my body? Getting a real animal tattooed is ridiculous.” Danny smiled as they played along, enjoying the night as much as possible. “Believe me officer the pleasure is all mine.”

[audreybeckctt-blog]

“The name’s Welsh,” Audrey said with a grin as she pushed the pair of sunglasses higher up the bridge of her nose. This whole role playing thing seemed to be fun, even if she’d already broken character twice laughing at people’s lack of acting skills of the sheer ridiculousness of their characters. “Audr– fuck, no, Officer Welsh. See any murder lately you’d like to report?”

[dannyvanderbilt-blog]

“Not lately, officer.” Danny murmured, as they sauntered towards the girl. “But if I see anything suspicious I’ll let you know.” They smirked, then offered their hand. “I’m Tatum Tatt, but you can call me Tate.”

[cooperxaddison-blog]

mind block || cooper + danny

Surprisingly, Cooper’s readings so far hadn’t been terrible. Their head had cleared enough to recognize spirit guides on the other side and get them through every question they were asked. Their mother had always told them that if they just followed their intuition, they could always get to where they needed to be. They felt bad for doubting her. 

As the next VIP made their way up to Cooper’s table, they pulled on an actually genuine smile. “Hi,” they shook the other’s hand, a time typically used to get in touch with the customer’s energy. Strangely enough, Cooper couldn’t feel anything. They cleared their throat, trying their best to focus on both realms they were in. “I’m Cooper.”

Their hand pulled away from the stranger, but their attention did not. Cooper focused their eyes on the new customer, not noticing the way their brow furrowed and their smile disappeared as they tried to understand why they didn’t feel any connection to this person just yet. They’d never met anyone they couldn’t read at least a little. Usually, they felt an energy the second they touched someone. For a moment, they thought about sitting, as they usually did after a proper introduction, but they were too concentrated to move. Cooper’s eyes continued to train themselves on the Danny.

[dannyvanderbilt-blog]

Despite their usual view on such activities Danny was enjoying the convention so far, going around to all the different stations and meeting various members of the show’s cast and crew was exactly the reason they’d paid absurd amounts of money to go on this trip. After finishing up at the tech booth, featuring an incredibly unenthusiastic man, they decided to get in the line up for a clairsentient reading realizing the line was only going to get longer. They weren’t stupid enough to not consider the possible risks of having someone sense their aura but Danny wasn’t going to miss the chance to meet their favourite cast member.

After listen to two middle age women squeal over how hot all of the male cast members were for almost 10 minutes all Danny felt when it was finally their turn was relief, and maybe a little bit of nerves. Putting on their best smile Danny reached out to shake the offered hand, almost missing the flash in the other’s eyes that they read as confusion. 

“I’m Danny.” They said, keeping their smile firmly on their face as they released Cooper’s hand. It was a little unnerving to be watched, especially with as much concentration as Cooper was putting into it but Danny didn’t let their smile slip a bit until they cleared their throat. “So, how exactly do we do this? I’ve never been to a reading before.”

[miloxbeckett-deactivated2016072]

This kid reeked of pretentiousness, and Milo knew that before the cruise was over there was a 90% chance they would beat the shit out of each other. “Right. Okay. Great answer, really. Maybe if you tell your butler they can pinch your nose shut.”

[dannyvanderbilt-blog]

“Hm, I don’t think Martin would like that very much, he has a thing about noses. He does a great job of wiping my ass though.” Danny said with a smirk fully aware that they were only going to piss the guy in front of them off.

[miloxbeckett-deactivated2016072]

“Yeah. Are you expecting me to do something about that?” Milo asked, a look between amusement and annoyance on his face. “Or do you typically just complain out loud and hope someone agrees with your whining?” 

[dannyvanderbilt-blog]

“I’m normally right so people usually agree with me.” Danny quipped, with a shrug. “It’s just something I’ve gotten used.”

[ambitionandmerritt-blog]

“Or maybe they’re just trying to keep things clean. Maybe you don’t know, but this ship is probably a cess pool for germs. I personally like that they’re trying to keep up with the cleaning.”

[dannyvanderbilt-blog]

“I’m fairly certain I know enough about germs to tell you that so much harsh cleaner is not necessary. Especially in such a small space with so many people, it’s either ignorance or idiocy.”

[henriolivixr]

“It’s like a cross between a hospital and a mall; Harsh cleaners burning your nose, but you can’t seem to escape the distinct stink of too many people packed into a small place.” Henri agreed. “Perfect breeding ground for a new strain of the plague, even out our population a bit.” It was a joke. –Not really, but no one usually took his darker comments seriously. 

[dannyvanderbilt-blog]

“Exactly, it’s a suffocating smell. I pity those that have to work in it.” Danny shook their head, more a gesture of disbelief than anything, before letting out a laugh. “We could only get so lucky.”

[ingridhvwk]

“May-maybe they just want the cruise to be nice.” Elisabeth glanced nervously at the person who addressed her. She’d picked the small sitting area tucked at the end of the hallway for a reason, it was empty. Not for long though. “It’s not so bad, is it?”

[dannyvanderbilt-blog]

Danny shrugged, throwing themself into a chair across from the girl. “I suppose I’ll get use to it eventually but it gives me a headache and I didn’t bring enough Tylenol to take one every six hours.” 

[burkeberkgoose-blog]

“It’s actually to kill germs, because we’re in a relatively contained environment with almost 3,000 people.”

[dannyvanderbilt-blog]

“I’ve lived in an obnoxiously clean house my entire life and it never once smelled like the inside of a bleach factory. This is an overuse of harsh cleaners, not just some germ-killing.”

[dannyvanderbilt-blog]

“I hate the way ships smell like the crew is trying so hard to not let the ocean breeze fill the air so they dump bleach on every surface. We’re in the middle of the sea it’s kind of expected.”

[thekillingrp-blog]

“The Five of Coins can also point to a time of being alone, feeling abandoned, ignored and unwanted.”

Jesse Fowler is twenty-three years old and is a passenger aboard The Sapphire. They are a blogger. Jesse is represented by the Five of Coins Tarot card.

Trigger Warning: Death, Murder

Born to one of America’s most famous old money families Danny never wanted anything material in their life, the same could not be said about their more primal wants. With their father always away doing business and a socialite for a mother Danny spent most of their childhood until he was old enough to go to school with one nanny or another since their mother was never satisfied with how the women she hired handled her child. It took a while for Danny to realize that their parents never actually wanted children, their lifestyle certainly wasn’t sustainable for them at least, and while it didn’t really matter to them it was the last brick in the path to cutting off all ties with their family and no longer speak to anyone else with the last name Vanderbilt.

Danny’s behavioural issues began early; seven years old to be matter of fact. He was never a particularly content child and being forced to sit in school all day just made things worse. It started with them just disrupting the class during quiet times, humming or whistling just to attract attention. their mother dismissed any comments from teachers about the restless nature of her child and told them they were the problem before letting them know any further complaints to her about young Danny would be met by complaints about their teaching ability. As with most things that go untreated, things got worse. Class disruption became school disruption, became taunting and teasing in the playground which all culminated in what has been dubbed by Danny’s memory as “The Incident”. The Incident happened on a balmy spring day not long before the end of the school year, one particular boy in fourteen year-old Danny’s science class was sick of being mocked for everything he did and had the audacity to tell Danny that if their mother cared more about them then they wouldn’t be so miserable and well, no one like to be told that their mother doesn’t love them, no matter how true  . That was the first time Danny ever hit something with the intent to hurt and you won’t hear them say they didn’t enjoy it. It took two teachers to pull them off the kid, who by that point was a bloody quivering mess under them, and even they had issue’s containing them.

Danny’s mother was called to be informed that her child had been expelled and her only response was to ask for suggestions as to what school to send them to instead. The school Danny was sent to was a turning point of them. The reputation he’d developed for themself seemed to follow them and they fell in with what most people would call the wrong crowd. At just past fifteen Danny could sell you the best kind of crack on the market—or get you in touch with someone that can take care of any… problems you might have. It wasn’t until shortly after the one year anniversary of The Incident that they finally were able to recognize the feeling they felt when they remembered the warmth of blood on their knuckles: excitement. From that realization spawned a fixation for that feeling again; it started with back alley fights, for a while the thrill of a fight in conjunction with the rest of their desires was enough to satisfy them but eventually the blood from a cut lip didn’t cure them of their bloodlust. Danny, while lives intelligent, was never a particularly studious person and research done on the quickest and most bloody way to kill someone really didn’t change that. He’d like to tell you that they reasoned it away to themself with a mantra of “nobody misses homeless people” but in all honesty he didn’t even bother reasoning it at all. He’s come a long way from slitting people’s throats with a pocket knife and he never wants to go back.

Despite alienating themself from their family the last name Vanderbilt still carries a lot of weight around the city. Those that would call themselves Danny’s acquaintances see them as a well-mannered young person with a sparkling wit and an impeccable sense of who is and is not trustworthy—including a time where they told someone their new assistant wasn’t going to last long and the man was gone the next day. In his free time Danny frequently goes hiking, a fact that surprises most people, and like most that enjoy spending their time among the trees he feels most content in the forest, a place where there is no pressure or expectations from anyone.

Personality

+ intelligent, persuasive, quick witted - cruel, short tempered, unpredictable

Headcanons

Danny’s drink of choice is always tea but people seem to assume that they prefer coffee and they for the most part don’t correct them because then people ask too many questions.

They believed that doughnut holes were actually cut out of doughnuts until they were 15.

Despite being full of inappropriate jokes, any time conversations regarding sex became serious Danny gets incredibly uncomfortable, so uncomfortable in fact that it’s easily noticeable to everyone, including people they’ve just met. This does not mean however that they are a virgin, that’s a secret they keep to themself.

A long time fan of the show Danny jumped at the chance to go in a cruise with the cast of their favourite show.

Danny isn’t sure they’re going to be able to hold back their urges for the duration of the trip but they’ve gotten so good at covering up they aren’t worried about it.

Connections

Lorena Hunt - internet friends Grant Dane - friends Merritt Daley - enemies

Danny Vanderbilt is portrayed by Richard Harmon and is taken.