Got Bad in my Bones

Roscoe Klein | Escaped Azkaban Convict | American

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Break//Roscoe & Jock

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‘Just, tell me what to do’ was maybe one of Roscoe’s favorite phrases after tonight, especially how Jock said it. His eyes flashed hungrily as he just barely touched noses, briefly, before his head pulled back and the distance between them became a chasm. “Meet me out back.” He ordered, releasing Jock and turning without a single glance back as he headed to the back door.

Jock felt the distance like a blast of frost in the face. Suddenly all he wanted was the warmth of another person against him despite the fire in his veins. Without a second thought he grabbed a nearby shot glass of something alcoholic and downed it. He left the other patrons far behind as he half danced half stumbled to the backdoor following the American he’d found. Or maybe Jock had been the one to be found. In any case he pushed open the backdoor and slipped into the alley behind the Hog’s Head.

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Rosoce wasted no time slipping out into the warm night air and lurking to the side of the doorway with a plan in mind. On queue, his little professor walked out and stepped into the street where he was all but helpless.

The dark haired wizard slipped from his wall and pressed himself up against the other man's back, pulling him in close with one hand snaked up to his chest and the other working it's way to his jaw. Roscoe gently pushed against it to shift his head and expose his neck to a series of kisses.

After a few he withdrew to take a deep breath and lead his companion to the wall of the opposite building in front of them, intent on turning the professor about once he was against it to finally get the lips he was craving.

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Break//Roscoe & Jock

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Jock felt himself fall away from the world with every touch and movement between them. He gripped Roscoe’s shoulders tighter and bit his tongue to prevent any sound from escaping. Despite his inebriated state some small part of Jock knew they were still in public and that there was a limit to how close they could get without being kicked out for indecency. His breathe was all but gone as he responded. “I’m a fast learner. Just, tell me what to do.”

‘Just, tell me what to do’ was maybe one of Roscoe’s favorite phrases after tonight, especially how Jock said it. His eyes flashed hungrily as he just barely touched noses, briefly, before his head pulled back and the distance between them became a chasm. “Meet me out back.” He ordered, releasing Jock and turning without a single glance back as he headed to the back door.

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Boiling Point || Denahi & Roscoe

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wise-wolf-denahi-opik:

The mention of threats had Denahi once again casting his gaze toward his brothers’ rooms. He had no way of knowing whether or not Kenai and Koda were in their rooms, they were both such heavy sleepers it wasn’t a stretch at all to think that they wouldn’t hear someone breaking in and cooking an entire meal. The smell would be the most likely thing to wake them up, and if it hadn’t done that already there wasn’t much hope of it doing so at all. That was, of course, assuming they were asleep in their rooms at all. There was also every chance that his brothers were being held hostage at this moment.

“Threaten me all you like,” Denahi said, focusing once more on the intruder and funneling every spare bit of anger he could find into his voice to try and hide the fact he was fully aware that all it would take was a threat to anyone other than himself to get him to do pretty much anything. “I’m not doing a god damn thing for you.“

Roscoe took a long breath, turning about and cocking his head to the side ever so slightly as he looked Denahi up and down, sizing him up finally and taking his time about it. It deflated the mood and the words just shouted at him, but just before it had time to rev up to another set of comments, Roscoe broke it. “Before you work yourself up to another bout of misguided courage, maybe it’s time you remembered that you have two brothers, that are so easily tracked down and about as frail as every other living person. And then, I want you to remember that you definitely have more people in your life that are just as frail and just as easily tracked down.”

“Now...” He sighed and peeked at the salmon, poking it briefly to test, “You will do what I ask, and you’ll do it with gusto. Did that threat work, or do you want me to get more serious?”

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Break//Roscoe & Jock

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Jock was gone now. The alcohol and the music and the feeling of being close to someone again was too much for his senses to control. So he stopped trying and just went with it. At this point there was no stopping whatever this was and he couldn’t bring himself to care. 

He shivered when he felt Roscoe’s chest brushed against him and his hands unconsciously sought somewhere to grab to steady himself. They wound up on the other man’s shoulders and Jock felt like he was loosing his breath. He wasn’t quite focused as he gazed at Roscoe. “I don’t want you to show me your moves.” He pulled himself closer to whisper hotly in Roscoe’s ear. “I want you to teach me.”

Clearly this gangly dancing professor had consumed more than what he was capable of handling, but Roscoe wasn’t about to turn down an opportunity, no matter how morally wrong it might have been. The man wouldn’t have a bad time, though. Ros would make sure of that.

craning his neck, Roscoe tilted his head to the side just barely brushing cheeks with Jock before withdrawing and letting his own whisper through, “Teaching you might require... hm... vigorous instruction.” he said, ensuring the words pierced. Of course, he didn’t stop swaying and even emphasized the word ‘vigorous’ with a slightly longer movement of his hips than usual.

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lostkidjane:

Jane’s customer service smile immediately dropped from their face. It had seemed like a lifetime ago now, but this was the man they thought they’d seen hurt–possibly kill–someone else. When the man who had murdered a second year had been brought to justice, they honestly thought it had been the man they’d met in the alleyway. Apparently not. And if he was still on the streets, maybe they hadn’t seen the situation correctly…or maybe the man just hadn’t been caught. After all, they hadn’t reported him.

They were cautious, but they pushed through it, forcing a smile back on. “Well, we’re hoping to have some events around town and beyond once we get settled in the school. You can sign up on our contacts list if you’d like to get information on any of that,” they offered, just as they did to any non-student who had passed. Perhaps it wasn’t the best idea to be inviting this guy around, but they weren’t about to turn him away either.

Roscoe took a breath, noticing the discomfort on the features of the kid and loving it, “And what do I get out of the information? Just more notice of posters going up and leaflets being handed out? What sort of events are going to happen, I’m curious.”

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dogs-bite:

“Well that’s good. I hope you can find a good successor..” Darren trailed off when Roscoe said the comment about the cigarettes Darren couldn’t help but smile. “Got to be honest I didn’t expect to hear that from you.” The Alumni dropped his cigarette and stepped on it. Darren watched Roscoe turn into the recognizable man he met at Azkaban. “That’s a nice trick you got going. If it wasn’t for the voice I wouldn’t have realized it was you. But besides that it’s been a while Roscoe.”  Darren commented nonchalantly with a smirk.

Roscoe nodded, “Maybe. It would take some doing to get him in position, but it’s possible.”

As soon as the guise was dropped, Roscoe watched the cigarette hit the floor and be snuffed out as a familiar smile greeted him. “Thank you. Had to take some practice lessons here and there to perfect it, but the best disguise is the simplest one. I’m attempting to run a low profile for a short while... at least until I can get some affairs in order. How are you holding up? I noticed you’re keeping the original look.” He asked, pulling out a pack of nicotine gum and offering one as he popped his own piece.

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eenie-meanie-mertle:

Mertle shrugged.  “One can be an observer of practice from a close distance and one can be an observer of theory from a greater distance.  Just an inquisitive question.  No need to get your panties in a bunch.”  A drink was placed down in front of her by the passing server and she took a sip.  “I’m neither.  Just making light conversation with you.”

Roscoe sighed, “Now it just sounds like your mixing and matching words to make a point.” He said, though with the same even tone he had been using. “But... how about we go for a lighter topic? One of your choosing this time.”

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this is too damned funny.

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Boiling Point || Denahi & Roscoe

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wise-wolf-denahi-opik:

The stranger in his kitchen spoke as if this was a friendly chat, which really only served to make Denahi angry. If this guy was going to break into his house the least he could do was drop the act. It was pretty clear that whatever was going on here it wasn’t something friendly. People without nefarious motives would send a letter and set up a meeting. They didn’t wait in your kitchen for you to come home after work.

“Could have started off by not breaking into my home,” Denahi said, the angry bite to the words serving to hide the fear for the moment. He had no intention of moving any closer to the man in the kitchen, and even less intention of eating anything the man had prepared. Too little too late the paranoia that had never quite left after Gaston’s death kicked in, telling him that he probably should have stunned first and asked questions later. But he hadn’t. And what’s done is done. Denahi had lost the chance to surprise the stranger so it probably was better if this went civilly. “But unless you’ve got a time turner, we can’t go back for another first impression so introducing yourself seems like a better first step than grilled salmon, don’t you think?”

“hmmmm. I could have, couldn’t I?” Roscoe said, rolling his eyes, but not truly caring, “But I wanted your attention, and this honestly seemed like the best way to get the most undivided version of it. I don’t care to undo it, it did its job.” He finished drying his hands and placed the cloth back on the peg before picking up the spatula, gesturing it toward Denahi and then to the chair, “Sit, so I can tell you what yours will be.”

He turned back to the pan, almost entirely unaffected by the fact that Denahi did potentially have a wand and was able to stun him. Of course, within a minute of waiting for the younger gentleman to sit down and not hearing any movement, Roscoe took a slow deep breath, “I suppose you want threats? I can make them, if you think it would motivate you more. I’m all about efficiency, so the sooner we can get this done the better.”

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Break//Roscoe & Jock

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Jock was pleased to see his new American friend had decided to join him though he was now down a dance partner and they weren’t dancing yet. This just simply wouldn’t do. “Well I wasn’t really trying to do anything. But I am pleased with my results.” He looked him up and down for a second before lifting his eyes to stare through his long dark eyelashes. “Did you come over here to watch or are you going to show me how you gents do it across the pond?” 

The scotch was burning through his body now and he all but wanted to peel his skin off to relieve himself of the fire coursing in his veins. He felt incredibly happy and energetic and this man in front of him suddenly looked incredibly attractive. Jock bit his lip in nervous habit. A tiny part of his mind was warning him that this could be just like last time, that he could get hurt again. He squashed that voice inside and embraced the pain. He slid in close and did something he hadn’t done in years. He rolled his hips expertly against Roscoe in a grind that sent shivers up his spine, too far gone to realize what he was really doing.

Roscoe smirked, “Sure you weren’t. But I bet you I can show you some moves.” He shifted, slowly at first, working his way up to a full on dance. Typically he was old enough to not be one of the ones on the dance floor. 

Their dance didn’t take long to immediately go from friendly to thirsty. As Jock rolled his hips immediately upon the slightly-younger wizard, Roscoe felt himself yearn for that lip bite for a very different reason aside from dancing. Immediately, his hands went to the gyrating hips near his own and matched pace, ensuring their chests brushed together just lightly.

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dogs-bite:

Getting rid of your second in command was risky. Very risky. “Getting rid of your second in command..You don’t trust him? Well what ever the case..It would probably have to be very permanent..I mean if you fire him and if you have any competition he could easily run to them. Adding with the fact maybe some workers won’t agree with your decision..All I’m saying is that it could be very risky.” Darren had been out of the game for a while but he could easily see this situation end badly unless Roscoe handled it correctly. He didn’t doubt Roscoe’s skill it was just a situation that could go completely wrong on a drop of a dime. 

Roscoe shrugged, eyeing the cigarette in Daren’s hand, “Not as much anymore. And yes, very permanent, but obviously only after he catches his successor up.” Of course, he didn’t address Daren’s comment about Jimmy running off to a competitor. Jimmy wouldn’t be able to run after his ‘firing’, nor would he be easy to identify. 

However, while all this playing back and forth was fun, it was time to end it. The mob boss took a deep breath and eyed the cigarette, “You know, DeSoto, cigarettes kill. Best to put it out now and save yourself the trouble later.” Which sounded downright rich coming from a-pack-a-day Roscoe who easily smiled his sweet little grin. 

Slowly taking out his wand, the wizard gave a light wave of it, letting his charms on his clothing, hair, skin, and face disintegrate into the usual dark-hair, light skin, proper features, and dark suit.

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DeSoto stayed silent as Roscoe talked. Everything the blonde said could be easily connected to a mob. Well at least to Darren it could. Especially “ cleaning up the fall out if they don’t “ That had an obvious connection. Darren smirked “Sounds like you got a lot on your plate. Do you run a business? With all the things you listed it sounds like you do at least…  Me? I’m unemployed at the moment. I actually just arrived in Hogsmeade earlier today. ”

Darren shrugged at the other’s next comment “I can agree with that. Less people to worry about in smaller towns like this. Less prying eyes..” Darren trailed off. He was referencing the aurors in the last thing he said and if this was truly Roscoe he would most likely pick up on that. 

It was a glorious little dance with words they were doing, one that drew out a smirk far estranged from the simple innocent smiles he had been delivering before. That Klein devious grin showed itself for a moment across the blonde wizard’s face. 

“I already said I did. It started small, but it’s grown. It’s in London, though. Unfortunately it looks like there will be a lot of sleepless nights in the future. I’m thinking of firing my second sometime in the near future... assuming I can conjure a replacement.” Of course, by that Roscoe meant Jimmy was loyal, but he’d seen far too much and knew too many weaknesses that his leader possessed. He was getting cocky. A proximity to power often gave way to an overestimation of one’s own abilities. Jimmy was slowly starting to suffer from this and if DeSoto was looking to get back in the game, there was no better place than Roscoe’s side, right near the top.

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dogs-bite:

Business could mean many things. Darren did not like that answer. It was too vague and didn’t help him at all. “Business..Well that’s vague.” Darren was annoyed, but he didn’t want to push too much on the subject just in case.

A small smile tugged on the corners of Darren’s mouth “You have that correct. Not much here..There is Hogwarts that isn’t too far away but besides that nothing much is around besides some run down bars.” Hogsmeade was a pretty normal town besides the gigantic castle that was practically next door.

Roscoe shrugged, “Wonder if it’s intentionally vague or not?” He teased calmly popping the gum into his mouth, “But I don’t quite know what else to call it. Lots of meeting with clients, hoping they like my proposals, and cleaning up the fall out if they don’t. Managing people... ensuring book-keeping goes according to plan. Assigning jobs. Finding capable managers... All the things that make up ‘business.’” It wasn’t as if he lied. Roscoe had a very active participation when it came to his mob-boss ruling in London. The more he did, the more he stayed on top of things, the less time anyone had to hide something or keep the actual goings-on from reaching his ears. “And what about you? What’s your employment?”

“hmmm. True. The castle is impressive, the bars less-so. However quiet little towns are sometimes exactly where one wants to hang his hat rather than reside permanently within the big city of London.”

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dogs-bite:

One thing Darren definitely wasn’t was an idiot. He knew who’s voice that was. No question. He couldn’t forget that voice, but the face did not match. Probably concealment magic but Darren couldn’t be too sure. DeSoto knew it was him but he didn’t want to risk it. So he decided to test the waters.

 Darren took a drag of the cigarette and was silent for a moment “So you’re from America…The accent is pretty obvious. Don’t mean to pry, but what brings you across the pond?”

Roscoe smelled the tell-tale scent of a cigarette and yearned to have his own nicotine release. That, and his lungs automatically withered at the taste. With a swallow, he began breaking out his gum--the last hold-out for his addiction. “Business. I don’t look like I’m ready to go touring, now, do I? Besides, I severely doubt this sleepy little town would qualify itself as a must-see destination.”

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Boiling Point || Denahi & Roscoe

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wise-wolf-denahi-opik:

It had been so long since Denahi had worked the late shift that he’d almost forgotten how miserable it was to drag himself home after a full day. He was exhausted, but his mind had not gotten the memo and continued to go through the myriad domestic tasks that needed doing sooner rather than later. Why was it always that he thought of all this stuff when the only thing he wanted to do was crawl into bed and sleep?

Denahi unlocked the door and made his way inside, too tired to realize that none of the cats were there to greet him. Usually, even if it was late, at least one of them would meet him at the door. It was just one of those little things that had become tradition as Denahi had made the transition to living in the house full time. But it didn’t take long after stepping over the threshold to realize why the cats were nowhere to be found.

Before Denahi got much of a chance to take in the fact that the house was full of the smell of something cooking a voice met his ears. A voice that didn’t belong to either Kenai or Koda. The blood in Denahi’s veins turned to ice, but he forced him to step into the house so that he could actually see who had broken in. He couldn’t help sending a glance over toward his brothers’ rooms, hoping to every god there was that neither of them were here right now. “Who the fuck are you?” Denahi tried very hard not to sound as scared as he felt as he returned his attention to the man in his kitchen.

Roscoe smirked to himself, still not deigning to glance at the young man that had just come home to a stranger. He wasn’t worried, especially as the kid asked him who he was. Had he been a real threat spells would already be firing or wands drawn, at minimum. People who were dangerous didn’t fuck around with stupid questions.

“Someone I hope you’ll come to know in time.” Roscoe said with a lilting calm to his voice that was worked up with years of practice. He ran the sink, dipping his hands under the water to clear them of the left over rub he had used on the salmon that sizzled in the pan. “Or at least know to be respectful to.”

Once he was done, Roscoe shut the water off, flicking it from his fingers as he turned to catch the eye of one Denahi Opik. He reached for the dish cloths hanging on a peg within the kitchen. Smoothly, calmly, he began toweling his hands off. “You should sit. It’s much easier if this goes civilly. And since you were out late working, what better way than to start off with a good home-cooked meal?” He smiled, all too sweetly. 

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It was Darren’s first night back in Hogsmeade. Everything was going great no Aurors chasing him down and everything was peaceful. Since he had escaped Azkaban he was jumping from town to town laying low and getting rid of anyone that suspected who he was. It was fun but after so long Darren wanted to get back in to the swing of things. Sure his mind wasn’t set on which side he was going to end up on but both sides started in Hogsmeade for him. 

So Darren decided to talk a walk around the town he used to visit quite frequently as a student in Hogwarts. After walking around for a bit the man decided to sit down on one of the many benches that lined the streets. After a moment he took out a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket and began to light one, but before he could someone sat down on the other side of the bench. The man did not think anyone would be out at this time, but he was wrong. Seriously? Why couldn’t this idiot sit somewhere else? Darren sighed and lit the cigarette and turned to the other “Do you realize there are other benches in this area..?”

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Some faces you never forget, and some people you never get over. Friends that move away and can’t be contacted are the hardest to remember, unless it’s true and genuine. They usually fade away, in time, and it isn’t long before their voices sound foreign, their features hazy in the mind, and even personalities whither to bare shells of what was once remembered. Roscoe Klein had very few people in his life that he would consider genuine and even fewer he even liked. Distance, this time, hadn’t faded a single moment of the memories he had cultured of this one, particular person.

He followed for a short bit, watching the cigarette come out and the lanky, beautiful man sat down on the bench. Roscoe did the same, ensuring his glamours of blonde hair, a slightly off skintone, glasses, and a light suit we’re all in place. When Darren turned, the criminal boss feigned surprise with a glimmer of innocence across his face, thrown in for effect.

“Hm? Oh me? Why…” He looked about, “…I suppose there are. However I find that I quite like this for the moment. I can see I’m not alone in my appreciation." His American accent as thick as it was the day he first entered through the doors of Salem.

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Boiling Point || Denahi & Roscoe

Roscoe heard the sizzle of the olive oil as it began to heat up in the pan he had prepared. A few crushed cloves of garlic soon were scooped from the chopping board into the pan and and left to simmer for a moment while he finished the task at hand.

A bit more salt and... done. His rub was finished, and as he reached into the bowl to begin encrusting his hands with the scent of all the spices while he rubbed them into the dead flesh, the sound of a jingle just outside the door caught his ears. Well, this was certainly sooner than he wanted.

Roscoe hurried up his rub, ensuring every bit of the pieces of pink meat were covered before shuffling them off into the pan that awaited them. The crackle grew louder as they made their way in just as the door swung open. He didn’t bother turning to even fully face the owner of this little kitchen. “Late night tonight, was it?”