Snake Eyes

George "Snake Eyes" Grady, a Victorian/Edwardian pimp and proud proprietor of The Maiden's Head, a popular pub. OC; circa 1890-1900 but I'll RP with anyone from any fandom. Multi-verse. Standard triggers tagged, drop a line for something special. He misbehaves bigtime, but don't judge the mun for it.

[itmeansyoulose]

"You an' I are in needin' of a lit'le chat, Snake. Right feckin' now."

"I shoulda' stayed in Paris. Sick of you people."

[takingteainwonderland]

"Possession?!"

She exclaimed and took a step further towards the man. Her eyes were blazing as she uttered the word. What a disgusting way of putting it! "What does he think I am? A thing to be claimed? A thing he can do whit as he pleases? The nerves! The audacity! I though he was scared that I would be attacked or worse, and now it all comes down to him being possessive of me? I´m not his! Never was and never will be. Horrible and despicable man!" She snarled out, her hands were balled up as she ranted. How dare he treat her like this? After all she did for him and the children this was her payment? What was she? A knick knack at a store that had caught his fancy?

[itmeansyoulose]

Snake blinked. He liked this girl--she was a firebrand, wasn't she? He smiled a little bit, flicking the ash off of the end of his cigarette. "That's right, but eh--he does it to everyone."

"Now wot you need is a real job." She would make a fantastic prostitute--young, independent, and didn't take any shit from anybody. That's what he looked for in an employee.

"No more changing nappies, eh?"

[takingteainwonderland]

"Yes, yes I have. I tried to suggest I could work over at the Mangled Mermaid, by cleaning up and being a maid, when I wasn´t needed here. A nice change of scenery and it´s better than being locked up in a depressed Orphanage. Plus I trust Nan and I felt like I could at least help her out when she´s been so kind to help me" Alice frowned and crossed her arms at her chest as she looked at the man. Never seen him before.

[itmeansyoulose]

Snake rolled his eyes, tempted to tell her about the true nature of the business Bumby ran; he'd never been an advocate of it. Children were his weak spot. But business was business, and everyone was trying to get by. "That berk wouldn't listen t' ya even if ya asked to join a nunnery," he said.

"It ain't about keepin' ya safe, it's about possessin' ya--" He cleared his throat and turned toward her. "I'm George-- ah, Snake. Snake Eyes. Woteva."

[takingteainwonderland]

"I kindly offered my help to Nan, and this is what I get in return? I´m not allowed to help her any way. If he thinks he can keep grounded, like a mere child, then the Doctor is surely wrong!"

[itmeansyoulose]

"You havin' trouble with Bumby, love?" The tall man crossed his arms, hunched. "Ain't we all..." This must be the young woman the doctor warned him not to go near. Well, Snake had never been one to listen to doctor's orders.

[itmeansyoulose]

"Don't you dare touch her. She is mine to soil and mine alone, Snake. I will not allow for history to repeat itself with this one. Do you hear me? You are not lay a finger upon this Alice."

"Bumby, wot the fuck’s wrong wi’ya?" At this point, Snake was tired of his mood changes.

[itmeansyoulose]

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[objectsoffancyandimagination-de]

"I truly would have rather had our first in a fury of insults and in a passion of repressed desires. Fighting each other but also what we feel for one another. Until one of us slipped. Only then would we have confessed our feelings for one another. 

Not a heartwarming sap fest as we’ve just had. I’d rather forget all that and continue as if it hadn’t happen. To go along as we had before. Please let us not continue our relationship on such a course. You will find bile upon your shoe if we do.”

[itmeansyoulose]

George blinked a few times, struck dumb at first; what the fuck was this? Who the hell did Bumby think he was? "Well... this may come's a shock t'you, but this is my life, too, and I was perfectly happy wi'ow things worked out."

He took another drag from his cigarette and coughed, eyes screwing up. "Though-- hrn-- at this point, I regret it. Look at you, tryin' t' control me. As if ya could. But if y'wanna play it like that, fine. We're enemies again. You coward."

[akuma-butler]

me and my muse more like

[itmeansyoulose]

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Ayy my internet is going off in a few minutes so goodbye friends I am gone.

[itmeansyoulose]

The doctor just giggles manly at the sight of Snake covered in lipstick. "He had reason for that, you know."

"You’re an ass, you know that?" George turned away and continued to scrub his forehead, grunting threats of murder and worse.

[objectsoffancyandimagination-de]

"Yes, I believe in a sense we do deserve to be happy but for men like us to find said happiness, especially in another person. Well that’s truly a different tale. With what i’ve experience, we are not to find happiness for what we’ve done. Only mere teases and tastes of it to torture us into believing we can be good men. Perhaps that’s how the devil has his fun before we met our end." 

By that point the doctor was rambling. Words were simply falling from his lips and a certain someone was in need to stop him.

[itmeansyoulose]

George watched Angus blather away, his brow creasing--the man was distraught, and nervous, and George knew exactly how he felt. Not that he understood much of what was being said; in his hazy mind, it was all a jumble. Something about the Devil, and teasing... sounded like Bumby's usual tripe.

"Angus," he said, leaning to the side on one leg and grabbing Bumby's shoulder. "Just shut up already." With that, he leaned in and placed a kiss on the doctor's lips--it seemed the natural thing to do. The tentative kiss became firmer, and their lips locked, and George's hand went to the side of Angus's face.

[itmeansyoulose]

/sad grunt

I lost a follower

IS IT BC OF THE HOMOVERSE u loser

[itmeansyoulose]

declarationoftheirpedigree replied to your post:/sad grunt I lost a follower IS IT BC OF THE...

//the couldn’t take all that angsty homo.

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[itmeansyoulose]

/sad grunt

I lost a follower

IS IT BC OF THE HOMOVERSE u loser

[itmeansyoulose]

The doctor just giggles manly at the sight of Snake covered in lipstick. "He had reason for that, you know."

"You’re an ass, you know that?" George turned away and continued to scrub his forehead, grunting threats of murder and worse.

[objectsoffancyandimagination-de]

After a moment the doctor came to join him on the floor. He’d become well acquainted with it as of late. It was only then did he notice how red the man’s eyes were. Snake looked ill but now was not the time to mention the observation. This matter was more important to be addressed. Knees up against his chest as he watched him. Enjoying the slight silence of just their breath and the creaks of the bathroom where they sat. Until he broke it with the question.

"What are you to do about it?"

[itmeansyoulose]

George gave a bitter laugh and dropped his hands into his lap, looking at them with a scowl. "Who knows..." His brow smoothed out quickly, however, and he looked up at the doctor.

"D'you think people like us deserve to be happy, Ang?" he asked, his voice low. Sure, they were products of their childhood--what they had become wasn't entirely their fault. But they still were--they were those monsters. "What good would happiness do, at this point..." 

George wanted to reach out and hold Angus, and for him to do the same--but he was afraid of looking like a child.

[itmeansyoulose]

The doctor just giggles manly at the sight of Snake covered in lipstick. "He had reason for that, you know."

"You’re an ass, you know that?" George turned away and continued to scrub his forehead, grunting threats of murder and worse.

[objectsoffancyandimagination-de]

Only then did he stop talking. No one had ever apologized for what they’d done to him. Not even his mother. For what they’d taken, for when they left him. He stood stunned in silence at those two simple words. The doctor did not move an inch from where he stood. Merely watching the pimp before him. It was odd, no far more than simply that. What he felt was different. As if a vail of all the horrific things which have happened to him during these past months was lifted, if only a little.

His heart seemed to beat again as he waited in the silence. 

[itmeansyoulose]

"I'm sorry," he mumbled again, as his hand slipped from his eyes down to his mouth, muffling his words. "You were right, y'know? I do flit in and out like it's nothin'... I wish I knew why." George shrugged hopelessly and finally let go of the sink, carefully sitting on the bathroom floor with his legs crossed. Angus was standing in the adjacent bedroom, only about ten feet away.

George looked up at him, his blue eyes less distant than before--ringed with red which made them all the more blue. He sniffled, wiped his nose with the back of his hand, and then looked away. "Alice didn't deserve that. Christine didn't deserve it. Emma didn't deserve it, or my mum, or Philippe. And you don't deserve it either..."

[itmeansyoulose]

The doctor just giggles manly at the sight of Snake covered in lipstick. "He had reason for that, you know."

"You’re an ass, you know that?" George turned away and continued to scrub his forehead, grunting threats of murder and worse.

[objectsoffancyandimagination-de]

"I don’t know what it’s like?!"

At that point he truly could have killed him. To wrap his hands around his throat and strangled him as he’d done his father. As he’d done Lizzie. Had he not the sense to calm himself in the slightest, he’d not have stated these words from where he stood.

"No, I suppose I don’t know what it’s like to be a man as you. One able to simply flit about and leave with out a word. So do explain to me what it’s like."

[itmeansyoulose]

"Angus," he whispered, screwing his eyes tight and locking his limbs in place, "please. I need you... to stop talking..." George was sure if he challenged him one more time he'd turn around and strangle the doctor to death. He remained in silence, hunched over the sink, staring into the drain with distant eyes. Alice was dead. And she'd died mere days after he'd left...

...and Bumby. Angus. Angus had been put in an asylum, and Lord only knew what sorts of awful things had happened to him then. He'd run, and he'd been pursued, and he'd spent months on the street and in alleys, his condition worsening... no doctors who spoke his language, no kin. Maybe he could have gone to his family, but they would never have him back.

George raised a shaky hand out of the cold water still sitting in the bottom of the sink and pressed it over his eyes, mouth twisting in a grimace.

"I'm sorry."

[itmeansyoulose]

The doctor just giggles manly at the sight of Snake covered in lipstick. "He had reason for that, you know."

"You’re an ass, you know that?" George turned away and continued to scrub his forehead, grunting threats of murder and worse.

[itmeansyoulose]

declarationoftheirpedigree:

"How was I to simply chase after you when you hadn’t given me a lead of where you’d gone!? All I asked was a single word of your existence in the world of the living. A whisper you lived but all I held was hope that you’d return. But not a few days later that I realized you’d gone, Alice had hung herself and I to find to her corpse. For what I hadn’t done and what she’d done with you." It was true, and he still felt guilt for that. He’d always feel pain of guilt for her death. Simply because he’d been too broken to take her. She was the lone he’d ever told of what had happened to him. Now she lay buried in the ground.

"My mind was already in ruins when I had met you! Splatter did far more than simply break my heart. He crippled my mind. To the point where my children where taken from me. As I was deemed unfit to care. To the point where after you left not more than a fortnight after, I was to be committed into Rutledge Asylum. I’d been tricked into thinking they’d allow me to care for another patient when in truth, I was to fill their bed.

So do tell me, how I was to chase after you?”

George listened tiredly to his drawn-out story, his jaw becoming slacker with each word. He hadn't been telling Bumby the whole truth--Paris had not been a picnic in the least, and he'd only said it to hurt the doctor's feelings, which he almost regretted, now.

"Stop trying to make yourself the victim, you stupid sod," he mumbled before turning away again, gripping the sides of his sink until his knuckles were white. The news of Alice's suicide hadn't reached him until just now, and he was having a hard time digesting it.

"We... you... you don't know what it's like," he said, tucking his chin in the dip of his clavicle, which protruded under his unbuttoned shirt--he was sick. So sick. Red nose and eyes, bloodshot, never getting enough sleep, always wheezing. Traveling had only aggravated it. And now his friends were dying off one by one.

"Angus..." George's voice was little more than a whimper.

[itmeansyoulose]

The doctor just giggles manly at the sight of Snake covered in lipstick. "He had reason for that, you know."

"You’re an ass, you know that?" George turned away and continued to scrub his forehead, grunting threats of murder and worse.

[objectsoffancyandimagination-de]

He couldn’t deny the slight pain in his chest of that last bit. It hurt to hear the truth. Truly it was better when he thought the man dead. At least he still had his pathetic hope to cling to. “Just like Jack, why on earth did I believe you to be different. Have you ever thought why you hate him so much, hm? Perhaps because it’s as if looking in a mirror.” The doctor spat. Always left for a damn whore. Was he simply not good enough of one for them to stay? It was clear now.

"Yes it certainly would have, but you’d still come out with far more than I. You still got to live your life and not be haunted my memories of could have beens. Not waiting by the window as I had. As i’ve always had." Always waiting for his prince to save him from himself. Who ended to be charmless. He romanticized the pimp to the point where the emotional daggers became cupid arrows.

"You don’t deserve those three words I told you. You never had.”

[itmeansyoulose]

George watched the doctor's face betray his emotions just long enough for the pimp to pick up on it--but he got no pleasure from it. In fact, it even angered him a little that Bumby was trying to get under his skin like this. George Grady was rather monstrous, but he couldn't stand to see a woman cry--and he doubted he could stand to see Bumby cry either. It might hurt the doctor even more to know that the girl who had been chasing him had been a woman of vast intellect, and had just as much a mind to turn him into the police as to bed him.

"If you had come after me--" He cut himself off and took a step back, appalled by his own words. But there was no taking it back; the truth was revealed. He'd wanted Bumby to run after him, and there hadn't been a day the pimp didn't watch his back for him. But he never came.

George was silent for awhile, his arms falling to his sides. "...Well... I had to come back, didn't I?"