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LUCIAN KING: forty eight year old visionary with the world in the palm of my hands.

[lucian-king]

mstaffordmd:

Since she was on her break between surgeries, Madeline decided to go and get her usual mid-morning coffee. She had been up since five, and most likely would not be going home until later that evening. It was a tough job, but it was absolutely worth it. The sophisticated blonde was dressed in a black skirt, burgundy top, and her white lab coat. Adding to that, she wore her signature black stiletto heels. Fashion had always been important to her. After getting her coffee, Madeline spotted a familiar face that she did not plan on socializing with at all, so she swiftly approached a random person and took a seat at their table. “Do me a favor and pretend like we are having just the most fantastic conversation, alright? I’ll buy you a coffee or whatever your drink of choice might be.”

there was no better way to start your morning than with a five mile jog followed by a steaming cup of bold brew. lucian’s mornings always managed to operate on a very repetitive time sensitive schedule. this had always been the case even from a young age. his mother believed in keeping a decent schedule, even when the weekends came to follow. she also believed it was a good tool to promote productiveness. somewhere along the line lucian too began to think this way.  the woman taking a seat before him had certainly taken him by surprise, yet it wasn’t the first time someone had occupied his space in hopes of averting the presence of another. the corner of the males lips curve upward as her shoots a subtle smile. “i am many things--though i will say i have never been much of an actor.” he notes. “but, i think i am capable of portraying such a thing. no need to buy me anything, all i ask is that you fill me in on who we’re avoiding but making an impression for.”

[lucian-king]

alexshhepard:

    alex could feel his heart racing beneath his shirt and tie, and he knew he was letting lucian get the better of him —- the chances of the man in front of him knowing anything about his own past was extremely unlikely. and yet, the way lucian’s eyes met his own wide ones… it felt unnerving, and now alex felt anger mixed with fear. “this isn’t about money or race,” he shot back, his voice sharp. he swallowed, trying to calm himself. “doesn’t matter,” he retracted, trying to back out while he could. even if he did know something, alex wasn’t about to let him have more leverage. besides, what alex had against him was heresay at the best, a mere rumor, and it wouldn’t be enough if the time came to use it against him.

the amused chuckle that emitted from the husky male was truly a genuine one. he had struck a nerve. the others actions had momentarily reviled this. lucian was a man of words and a man of actions. though he tossed out subtle jabs and half cocked smirks, he initially knew when to back down. not out of weakness but out of knowing there was a time and place for everything. so maybe he had poked first, it was in his nature when driven by mere curiosity. “ so you say but what you fail to understand mr.shepard is that is my reality. graze over that portion if you wish. i am no enforcer of the law just a mere man who takes all things into consideration.” he tosses back at the male. the others short yet sharp response was enough for lucian to cock a brow. “have i said something off-putting? i do apologize if that is the case.” he pauses briefly, only to continue again. “just wanted to be sure you were aware on where we stand.”

[lucian-king]

wtfwarren:

“You’re our father. You have four children and we wouldn’t be your children if  we didn’t take a moment to disagree that you’re always funny. There’s a thing called ‘dad jokes’ remember?” Warren only laughed louder when his old man dramatized how hurt he felt. The sentence that came after, however, made Warren gently tap his dad on the arm. “Oh cut it out. You’re better than those comedians. Even with your dad jokes. Never liked Hart —he’s so loud and Chappelle… well you don’t make rape jokes. If you’re serious about giving us a show tonight, I can schedule it now. Can’t wait to see the CEO of Kingman National Bank make the headlines tomorrow.”

“ dad jokes? just what is this thing you call dad jokes?” lucian was well aware of the term and the kind of jokes that fell under such a category, however he always found solace in poking fun at his sons statements. warren had always managed to remind lucian of a younger him, a past him. “ these new age comic’s lack depth. hart is fairly loud and chappelle has poor taste. no one will live up to fill the shoes that richard pryor and redd foxx left behind. it is impossible.” he smirks. well aware that not many younger individuals ever looked back on comedians from his era of growth. “ son, i was born with the intent of making headlines just as you are. granted i prefer to stay out of the spotlight-- but when has life ever allowed that to be the case. as us kings like that say, duty calls. schedule me now and i will tell you this, it will be a fully house. the fullest you could ever imagine.” 

[lucian-king]

onia-k:

“I hate to break it to you daddy but you should stick to banking. I mean, I’ve heard your jokes and to be honest with you, you’re not very funny. You must’ve wooed the hell..I mean, heck outta mommy. Speaking of the comedy club, I heard about the brawl that took place there. Not good for business.”

"have you been discussing this with your mother? have you and all your siblings been congregating behind my back about by comedic skills? because i must say the king tribe is starting to sound like one of the same.” shaking his head in defeat the male can’t help but sigh. “my jokes aided in your mother falling in love with me. no matter what she tells you, just know i am speaking the truth.” scratching the back of his neck, that memory alone was so vivid, he could still remember the lecture his parents bestowed upon him about it all. “ dark liquor does not suit everyone baby girl, it changes you as a person very quickly.” 

[lucian-king]

adiraking:

“Sweetheart, that’s because you aren’t funny. This is why people think I married you for your money and not your personality. I only laughed back then because of how bad you were.” she could only smile thinking back to his so called performances and though he did have his moments comedy was most definitely not his calling. the woman touched his face affectionately adding, “ I gave you an A for effort though and being handsome helped a lot.”

“now that, that is were i draw the line. there is no way that you were able to laugh the way you did all those moments if my jokes were that horrendous. i have seen the extent of which you put up with things. your patience cannot be that forgiving.” you could almost hear the denial settling into his tone. he was far past believing any of which his wife had to offer. “ so that’s what it was in the end, my handsome looks. my charming personality, these piecing eyes of mines? i can go on, please tell me when to stop.” it was as though every time he laid eyes upon his wife a piece of him managed to fall in love all over again. every time. “ i am funny. not by effort, but by natural born skill.”

[lucian-king]

alexshhepard:

tenseness rolled through alex’s shoulders and his face stiffened at the words the other man said. how did he know?  "i don’t know that you would want a lawyer for a simple ‘did you see’ scenario,“ he started, debating whether or not to fire back. self-defense won out, and he narrowed his eyes. "but i could understand wanting to be safer than sorry – in your situation, mr. king.”

   lucian would always feel a sense of joy when ruffling the feathers of others. contrary to what the stalky male might have assumed he was in the know about. lucian himself had not a single clue, all that he knew was men like the one before him never made it thus far without venturing past lines they should have never set eyes on. because like him, all men that wielded power had to take it from another at some point in time. “ mr.shapard, i am a man of color worth more than you make in three years times four. i will always need a lawyer present even if my answer is a simple yes or no--” he notes. almost as though he had cut his sentence short. with the quirk of a brow, he cannot help but shoot the male a curious glance. “ and just what situation might you be referring to, mr.shepard?”

[lucian-king]

thebigbcss:

“Well I ain’t lyin’. Least ‘bout the pretty part. Nothing questionable about knowin’ I’m pretty.” Walt shrugged, a smirk tugging at his lips. “No, she’s known me too long to fall for my bullshit, but it’s how I wooed yours.”

" for a moment i was under the impression we were playing a game of two lies and one truth." a soft chuckle emits from the male mid sentence. “ i will say, if i comment on the depth of your pretty townies may take it out of context.” he jokes yet again.  “ that so, well then, if that held any truth to it i would have sent you flowers and a care package some time ago. adira’s no bullshit policy has been in full affect for some time. even my methods hold no tonnage. ” 

[lucian-king]

wtfwarren:

“The fact that you find that hilarious is why your sense of humor gets overlooked, dad.” Warren said as he feigned annoyance by pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers. He’s heard the standup comedy story way too many times, and though that never annoyed him (or his siblings, although debatable), it was amusing to see his powerful, well-known father to joke about it. “Your poor audience though.”

a faint bearing of merriment casted upon the brawny male. “ is this how you treat me now? overlooking my clever humor and appreciation of my own self worth. i am truly hurt. ”  the corner of his lips curve upward another notch as he brings his right hand upward to rest against his chest. yet only another action to further dramatize his response towards his son. “ you mean my prerogative audience. i may not be kevin hart or dave chappelle, but i can guarantee you that i will fill the room just the same. if you do not believe me i promise to be at the red brick tonight, no latter than eight p.m.” though he was only joking about that last bit, he somehow had a strong sensation to turn such a thing into a reality. 

[lucian-king]

teaganxsmith:

“Your wife is the mayor. You shouldn’t have this many problems getting your paperwork pushed though at all. I mean she could help you;no we need to look deeper into this to find out who would block you Lucian.” she tells him. Leaning back in her chair she remembers the paper work something she fixed herself so she knows its in order. “Maybe we should drop your name as an investor see what happens then.” she had an idea but she needed him to trust her, well trust the fact that she could make it look like he lost a shit ton a money on her watch only to snatch it back up. “Let me get two of my people working on it and let me make some calls.” 

“ my wife, mrs.smith, is an exceptional woman. i may be her husband but ever so often do i manage to get privileged treatment. it is a conflict of interest in the eyes of others, and as a business man i can agree it falls under the same category for myself. abuse of position and power is frowned upon.” the words flow from his lips at the same pace as his hands managed to fold across his lap. he had given a statement similar to this one often, at this point in his life it came across as well rehearsed. none the less, all of what he stated was true. partially that is. nodding his head as a subtle sign of approval, he thinks over her words briefly. “ i see, and with dropping my name what is it you are striving to reach. if there is a role i must play better i be well informed on how to play it adequately. ”

[lucian-king]

seekingxjade:

“Our profiling has to do more with body language than anything. The way a person reacts to their surrounding, and environment. At least that’s how I try to do it, it’s not always right but it gets the job done. There is no pretty way to paint it, we are judging a book by it’s cover and we try to do it to the best of our abilities; but we are human and sometimes we are in the wrong”

“ human’s are often mistaken.” the husky male notes. “ best of your abilities or not, nine times out of ten you are more likely to stop a person of color than second guessing another who lacks melanin. society as a whole has a distorted complex against ethnic individuals. you ever notice how your sense of alertness heightens when said individual is wearing oversized clothes, excessive amounts of jewelry or looks less fortunate than you. it’s not your fault, no not completely. society has shaped you to be this way without you truly noticing.” shifting his glance to travel on over to the suspicious party the two were observing from a distance. brawny hands revel themselves only for lucian to extend his index finger towards the unnamed person. “ the male over there may be wearing a hat, but by no means is he acting under the terms of suspicious.” 

[lucian-king]

inmecredunt:

“Hey man– to each their own.” He grins, dropping his head with a short laugh. “I think everyone has a sense of humor, some people just don’t read it as well as others.” He considers, pushing his lips out thoughtfully. “Maybe you should do an old standup routine at the club some time– probably surprise the hell out of the town.” He suggests with a lopsided grin.

" i have encountered a lot of dry humor in my days, normally it comes down to taste. though many do believe comedy is meant to be offensive, not all of it is in good taste.” he notes. “i believe i am far past my prime on that note, my form of comedy would not relate to those of this generation. i think i will leave that show up to you.”

[lucian-king]

teaganxsmith:

“Okay I’m still not seeing how this relates or how I can help? I mean Mr.King unless the past somehow relates to your current problem my firm cannot help you.” she tells him. She knows the man but who doesn’t. “If you’re here its because you have a problem that you need handled tell me how I can help.” 

his slew of laughter slowly comes to a end. the corner of his lips curve upward into a half smirk as he tosses the brunette another large grin. “i believe that in order to do continuous business with someone, you must understand what drives them and said business. it was just a story. no more, no less---” readjusting himself from where he sat, lucian continues to speak. “i rarely find myself with an issue i cannot fix, yet you are correct. i have a problem. remember the contracts regarding a new project i am investing in--- my assistant faxed them over to you a month or so ago. well, the towns city development is black balling me and stalling  the whole project. i need this issue to go away.”

[lucian-king]

alexshhepard:

“Oh, stop prattling. You’re not under arrest, for God’s sake. I just need t’ask some questions, is all.”

“you know the deal shepard, if you wish to discuss anything you call my lawyer first. in your case the legitimate route would be the best way to go, am i right.”

[lucian-king]

thebigbcss:

“Now I know I’m a pretty som’bitch but you gotta stop lookin’ me up and down like that. Makes an ol’ man feel all shy and whatnot. Can’t do this puzzle in peace.”

a deep chuckle manages to slip past the males lips, humor filling his tone as the words fall from his lips. “is that what you’re referring to yourself as these days? pretty and shy? my, my, what a questionable pair of words. is this how you wooed your lovely wife?”

[lucian-king]

“ i find it hilarious that most people believe i do not have much of a sense of humor. contrary to belief, i’m quite funny---even indulged in some standup comedy here or there when i was a bit younger. didn’t get far in though, bought a comedy club instead.”

[lucian-king]

seekingxjade:

“Because I am simply not smart enough to not let stereotypes make up my mind for me. There is something call profiling which they make us more than aware of at the station”

“i know a little something about profiling. dealt with it for an exceedingly long portion of my life. despite being the second wealthiest person in this town--people will always feel how the feel right?” he pauses. “intuition and all. though i must say i am a little curious. what else does your profiling consist of?”

[lucian-king]

seekingxjade:

“Can that guy look any more sketchy?”

almond orbs slowly travel to meet with the subject himself. a hollow scoff manages to leave the males lips. “i am under the impression you say that often about anyone in a hoodie---"