Live For The Chase, Die For The Capture

Looking for entertainment, sweetheart? Me, too. Though, this'll probably be way more fun for me. Showrunner & Executive Producer of "The Scapegoat" on GBC. Watch LIVE at 9/8c. [Indie OC role play account. No fandom affiliation. Sideblog of drelliotbaldwin]

[obiwaen]

                        “Daddy , let’s play outside!”

[itsjamiedornan]

Jamie Dornan as Pat Quinlan in Jadotville (2016)

[dornansteele]

Jamie Dornan on the first trailer of “The 9th Life Of Louis Drax”

[everythingjd]

[niftyshadesofmelissa]

[lxmbard-blog]

A short breath exhaled through Philip’s nose, and he grinned, shaking his head as he looked away from Isaac. The man was insatiable. Though there was a reason Philip was in the business of ending peoples’ lives, he didn’t do it because he enjoyed it. He did it for the money. He couldn’t imagine itching to end someone so badly that it bled into other parts of his life, but… to each their own, he supposed. He wasn’t in a position to judge, anyway. 

❝It’s unfortunate – ❞ Philip mused, looking back to Isaac. ❝She’s cute. Much more likable than last season’s scapegoat. That one deserved… whatever you did to him.❞ He quirked a brow. ❝I don’t normally feel bad, but this one just begs for sympathy.❞

He knew it was a waste to even say such a thing – they all got the same treatment, regardless of their performance on the show. It was genius, really. Isaac had managed to build the perfect cover-up in his empire. If he’d had the same inclinations, Philip might’ve been jealous.

❝There’s only two episodes left,❞ he added, almost reassuring. ❝You can hold it together until then. I’ve seen you do it.❞

[liveforthechase]

“Of course you’ve seen me do it. I do it every year,” Isaac muttered, tapping his fingers on his desk in an attempt to alleviate some of the urge he felt. He needed to move. To strike. To kill.

Which obviously was something that was only affecting him. Philip seemed relatively calm. Maybe a bit worried... Perhaps a bit sad? Isaac narrowed his eyes in response, leaning forward.

“...Wait ...Don’t tell me you’re soft on this woman?” Isaac said, his voice just above a whisper, as if it was some big secret. “We’ve gone through how many seasons together and you’ve seen plenty of attractive women go through the meat grinder we call a show. And you’re soft on this one because she’s ‘cute’? Holy shit, Lombard. Now is not the fucking time to go all gooey on me.”

[liveforthechase]

the chase

@hey-ms-monet

Isaac watched Moira's faux torture from multiple camera angles on several screens in the control room with a dark intensity in his eyes. In silence, he pondered how anyone could buy into the bullshit the first few episodes sold. They'd switched from stage blood to pig's blood in season 4 because the viewers had mentioned it looked off, not that the pig blood changed much. It was closer in texture to human blood, but in the wrong lighting, it was too transparent and watery, showing off the work of the special effects team. No matter. They'd be switching to a more gruesome reality today. "Take camera two," Isaac directed his technical director. "Push in on her face. Camera three, prepare to get the money shot." The technical director chuckled, and pressed a couple of buttons on the switchboard. It was a little crass to be using porn terminology for this sort of thing, but it was the only way the majority of the crew could stomach it, so Isaac allowed the gallows humor. As long as they were on his side in one way or another, and as long as they did their jobs, they could do whatever they wanted as far as Isaac was concerned. Isaac switched radio channels and moved the mouthpiece of his headset closer to his mouth. "Make the switch," he muttered. "I'll be out on set in a moment. And make it a good hit. The audience wants blood and I want a real scream. Deliver it." The showrunner quickly exited the control room and walked on set just in time to see the masked torturer -- who had become a staple of the show -- walk towards Moira. The younger woman was already covered in pig blood and some carefully placed silicone makeup pieces, but this... this would be the first real act of violence on the show. This was the beginning of the end.

The masked torturer stood before Moira and spun a hammer in his hand like a tennis racket. Isaac bit his lower lip. He hated this part of the season. For all the horrible acts they would come up with and then commit over the season, Isaac had never enjoyed any of it. Physical torture was completely unnecessary, in his mind. All it did was destroy a perfectly good face -- the reason Isaac tended to step in if it ever got too bad. He couldn’t mount a fucked up face. That just wouldn’t do.

Isaac turned his head away as the hammer was raised. He resolved not to turn back until he head the resounding crack of bones and cartilage in the woman’s face being crushed.

Poor girl.

[lxmbard-blog]

The seeping warmth from the praise given to him by his employer was short lived – it disappeared as soon as the other man raked a hand over his hair. It wasn’t as though he’d had it done to perfection, but it had still been presentable at the very least, which irked him. Philip scoffed and raised a palm to the front, attempting to smooth it back into place. When it was short like this, he had to pay attention to it or it would curl into a wild mess.

❝Yes, well,❞ he replied, voice short as he listened to the same spiel that Isaac tended to give him every time he was given a hit. ❝Have I ever given you a reason to worry? This should be easier than most – I won’t have to do much aside from re-wire a few things. Maybe shave down a few wires to make it look like a mouse thought they were candy.❞

Philip met Isaac’s stare with his own. ❝Oh, please – has someone been giving you hell lately? Is that why you’re giving me the ol’ one-two?❞ He crossed his ankle up onto his knee and leaned back in his chair. He’d been in Isaac’s good graces – and given him reason to be – long enough that he could tell when his boss was looking to take frustration out on something else aside from whatever it was that was bothering him. ❝You and I both know that when you give me a job, I’m good for it. You sure there’s not another one on your plate that you’re itching to hand out? Someone around here, perhaps? Some of your assistants are complete morons.❞

[liveforthechase]

Isaac groaned aloud, dropping his face into his palms. “I hate it when you do that. If I wanted a psychologist, I’d find one for myself.”

The showrunner sighed, running a hand through his brown curls. He shifted his gaze back to Philip, somewhat apologetically. His normally sardonic demeanor faded. “It should be pretty obvious to you what at least some of this is about,” he said. “End of the season is coming up. The closer we get, the harder it is for me to see our scapegoat and not want to pull her off set and just... do what I do.”

Isaac had been itching for a kill for weeks now. The downside to putting your darkest desire in the hands of Big Brother was that, even though they allowed it, they determined the when and where. And the wait was torture. A cat can only play with his food for so long before going in for the kill.

“So unless you want to take on POTUS and his fucking boy scouts...” Isaac’s voice trailed off. “Well... Y’know...”

[hey-ms-monet-deactivated2024120]

                { my makeup may be flaking // but my smile still stays on }

joshua ~ simon curtis // don’t sit down cause i’ve moved your chair ~ arctic monkeys // jailbreak ~ awolnation // animal ~ chase holfelder // dust hymn ~ purity ring // hurricane ~ 30 seconds to mars // paralyzed ~ the used // stockholm syndrome + wicked games ~ one direction + the weeknd // don’t mess with me ~ temposhark // kill of the night ~ gin wigmore // under your skin [deadbeat remix] ~ aesthetic perfection // do you really want to hurt me? ~ denmark + winter // irresistible ~ fall out boy // sell your soul ~ hollywood undead // the show must go on ~ queen // killer ~ the ready set // falling in love will kill you [hunter square remix] ~ wrongchilde // novocaine ~ fall out boy // stockholm syndrome ~ muse // familiar taste of poison ~ halestorm // stillness in woe ~ purity ring // famous last words ~ my chemical romance

                                                                { listen here }

[lxmbard-blog]

He rolled his eyes but said nothing, returning his focus back to the file folder in his hands. When Isaac spoke again, he glanced up, giving his boss his full attention.

Philip hummed at the idea, tracing his bottom lip with a finger as he thought. ❝It’s possible,❞ he murmured, contemplating the ways he’d be able to overload the computer. Perhaps he wouldn’t even need to do that… he’d have to call in a few connections, but it wouldn’t be hard to rewire the outlet the computer was plugged into in order to attempt what Issac asked… 

❝What about an electrical fire? Surely that would keep anyone from asking too many questions. And –❞ He raised an eyebrow. ❝You get your electricity. It’s a win-win.❞

[liveforthechase]

Isaac’s eyes lit up. An electrical fire. Why, that’d be just the thing!

“Now there’s an idea! Clean, very little to suspect, it happens pretty often -- it’s perfect,” he said, smiling. “God, I don’t know how your brain works, Philip, but I love it! Make this happen.” Isaac grabbed his employee’s head and mussed his hair. What a smart guard dog he had in the darker haired man.

“Oh. And, uh, you know... don’t fuck it up. Your ass is on the line with this one. And you know me -- I don’t like getting my hands too dirty. But If I don’t get a ‘kill confirmed’ from you in 48 hours, I will make damn sure your definition of the word ‘pain’ changes forever. Capeesh?”

Isaac steepled his fingers and leaned forward on his desk. He stared directly into Philip’s eyes. “No excuses. Just executions.”

[omikesilva-blog]

there is no hotter man than Jamie Dornan. Fact!

[damiegifs]

[50shades]

[liveforthechase]

[ "Pissed off and wearing a sweater." I'M DYING XD ]

[Isaac can't help loving sweaters. They're comfortable and roomy and that helps combat the pissed off part XD]

[damiedaily]

[anothereverythingandnothing]

Jamie Dornan | HUGO BOSS |S/S 2008

[mylittlegeekery]

“I am indeed judging you, Mr. Chase. It is what I do,” Abel shifted so he stood straight rather than leaning on the bars of his cell door. He arched his eyebrows to give his eyes a wider, wilder appearance. “I judge every person I see and meet. We all do, though no one wants to admit it. I like that dress. I hate that hair. Is he parking in a handicap zone? I don’t see a tag on that car. What an asshole. It is well within my right, just as it is for you to do the same.”

His eyes glanced upward as he made an uncertain sound. “About endangering your employees?. You did just by bringing them here.” His gaze dropped back to Isaac. “There’s always a chance that something could go horribly wrong. For the record I would have let your make up artist doll me up. I do like attention from pretty women.”

[liveforthechase]

Isaac rolled his eyes as the inmate blathered on about judgment or whatever it was he appeared to be so thoroughly concerned with. It wasn’t exactly new material for the showrunner. To him, it seemed as if a lot of these high society killers just liked to hear themselves talk. So boring.

And then, a silence.

“Oh, thank god,” Isaac sighed sarcastically, dropping his chin to his chest and checking his watch. “For a minute there, I thought we were going to reach my next birthday.”

He paused briefly, then looked back to Dr. Gideon. “Oh, and by the way, don’t give me that philosophical, Great Gatsby, society-is-inherently-judgmental bullshit. Okay? I’m well aware of it. Hell, it’s what I do for a living: I put together a TV show that caters to that exact need.”

Isaac crossed his ankle over his knee and sat back in his chair. “Now let’s just get this over with,” he muttered, motioning for the crew to start the cameras rolling.