The Napoleon of Crime

THE MAN WITH THE KEY IS KING, AND H O N E Y YOU SHOULD SEE ME IN A C R O W N ♛ blog for poisoned tales rp not associated with christoph waltz or disney

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Actors on Actors: Ralph Fiennes and Christoph Waltz. (x)

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Christoph Waltz and Mads Mikkelsen attending “The Three Musketeers” Photocall in Munich.

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BEVERLY HILLS, CA - DECEMBER 18: Actor Christoph Waltz is photographed for Los Angeles Times on December 18, 2012 in Beverly Hills, California. (Photo by Robert Gauthier)

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NEW PICS! of Christoph attending the Simon Wiesenthal Center’s 2015 National Tribute Dinner honoring Harvey Weinstein at the Beverly Hilton Hotel last night in BH, California.

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“Everyone likes me,” he replied effortlessly.  And, in Gaston’s (gorgeous) eyes, that was the whole truth and nothing but the truth so help him God.  Gaston had always known he was well off.   He’d had the looks since he hit puberty, and he’d gained fame as soon as he’d learned how to shoot a gun.  Competitions galore after that.  Clayton had picked him up after that, and any hope for a modest life went out the door for Gaston.  He looked at his Guinness, satisfied with how much was in it at the moment.  He wasn’t looking to get as drunk as he had been last night.  But, that was at Underworld.  At Underworld, getting stumbling, screaming drunk was fine.  At Crown & Country, less so.  He knew it was a tight ship here.  

“Loyal indeed.  I do love the Crown & Country even though I’m a red, white, and blue bleeding patriot,” he teased.  He had always wanted to slip that into a conversation.  And now he had.  Score 1 for Gaston.  The man slicked his hair back and sat back in his chair a bit as he regarded Padraic Ratigan.  “Well, things are quite all right.  Life’s been just peachy, if I do say so myself.  As for Clayton, we’re in a bit of a rough patch right now.  I beat him in a skeet shooting contest the other day, and he’s been sour for the last few days.  Can’t blame him.  I’d be the same way.  And you?  How’s the family?”

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Padraic merely smiled at Gaston’s reply. For being such an arrogant man himself, he always marveled at the vanity and pride of others. The irony was probably amusing to anyone who may have noticed it. A case of being unable to pull the log out of his own eye before pointing out the splinter in another’s. Still, this was a paying patron of his club, and as such he needed to stay on Gaston’s best side if he wanted to continue seeing money coming in. “How could they not, Gaston? You are quite the specimen among this sea of...mediocrity,” the older man murmured, casting a look around the club with a little sniff of disdain. He turned back to the younger man, noticing his looking down at the glass of beer, and quirked a brow at him. “You’re running low. Care for another? Or are you done once that glass of yours is drained?”

A little chuckle rumbled in Padraic’s throat at Gaston’s jab, though he resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “Well as long as you don’t start throwing my tea into the nearest harbor, I suppose I can overlook that.” He didn’t know if Gaston would get the reference. To be honest, Padraic was surprised the man even knew a lick about the Revolutionary War or who fought in it. He assumed Gaston had never opened a history textbook, even if his life depended on it. “Besides, the only color I care about crossing my threshold is green, my boy,” he added with a lopsided smirk.

Feeling the man’s gaze settle on him, Padraic took to fixing up his tie—which had loosened a bit as the night wore on—and the cuffs of his sleeves. He hated being sized up, even in the most innocuous of ways. Another bubble of laughter left his lips as Padraic glanced up to meet Gaston’s gaze once again. “Trouble in paradise, eh? I don’t understand how you two work around firearms all day and don’t threaten each other with them at least once or twice. Ah well. I’m sure he’ll get over it the next time you two have yourself a little wager.” At the question of his family, Padraic issued a soft hum in his throat. “Good, I assume. Felicia has been off on her own doing god only knows what. I’m lucky if I get a text from her these days.” He tried to hide the slight hint of hurt in his tone. He still felt guilty after all this time for dragging his daughter away from home like he did. And she certainly knew how to make him regret that decision. “Finn’s about the closest I have to any sort of family side from my daughter and he’s...well,” Padraic glanced over at the bar just as said henchman fumbled with a shaker and dropped it on the ground, spilling its contents across the floor, “...he doesn’t change. Ever.”

“Seems we both have our fair share of incompetence to deal with.”

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Christoph Waltz at the 72nd Annual Golden Globe Awards.

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BEVERLY HILLS, CA - MARCH 24:  Christoph Waltz attends the Simon Wiesenthal Center’s national tribute dinner at The Beverly Hilton Hotel on March 24, 2015 in Beverly Hills, California.

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Christoph Waltz | Venice Film Festival 2011

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Gaston had almost gotten her to come with him, his eyes sweeping over the girl.  He knew that he’d be going home with some company, and she was standing right in front of him.

And then, like a specter haunting Gaston’s flirting and wooing attempts, Padraic Ratigan himself walked up and cockblocked him.  “Me?”  Gaston asked, an incredulous look on his face.  “Why, I’m just trying to get to know my fellow high brow citizens of Mythos Pines.”  Every flowered word out of his mouth was utter bullshit, and Gaston just grinned.  Fake it til you make it.  It was how he’d gotten through puberty (or what little puberty horror he experienced).

He watched the girl flush under all the attention and run away with a coy smile and wave, and Gaston saw his chance at a warm bed running away.  But, god was it a good view.

“Mr. Ratigan.  Come and sit.  Have a drink with me.”

Padraic’s attention was on the girl when Gaston replied, keeping a very keen eye on what her response would be. A pretty blush stained her cheeks and for a moment the older man wondered if his ploy had backfired. However, upon seeing her dart away with a little smile and wave, Padraic had to contain a smile. Good. Run along. Don’t let me catch you trying to take work away from my Sirens, you little trollop. Though if he could hear Gaston’s thoughts on the matter, he would have to agree. Such a fine view when she left. Turning towards Gaston once again, the older man clicked his tongue and frowned apologetically. “My apologies...I must’ve scared her off. Pity, too, I think she liked you,” he murmured, bringing his glass to his lips to drain the scotch out of it.

At the young man’s request, he gave a little hum of agreement and gestured at Finn at the bar to bring him another drink before taking the offered seat opposite of the younger man. “Of course,” he stated, sinking into the comfortable chair and placing his empty glass to the side, “I can always make time for a chat with one of my most loyal patrons.” While Gaston might not have been rolling in money, at the very least he was able to afford a membership here. And that’s all that really mattered to Padraic. “How are things? I haven’t been down to the range lately, so I’m a bit behind on how you and Clayton are getting on.”

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“I use plenty of emojis and they only help me to get the point across, never a hinderance… I admit I may abuse them at times.” Rapunzel chuckled thinking of the text message conversations she had that were made up entirely of emojis. “You have a daughter, you should know all about them!” Rapunzel handed the man the bottle of extra drowsy pills before clasping her hands together. “Anything else your friend needs?” 

“Mm, I see,” Padraic replied, as if it all made sense now how she was so quick to decipher things for him. “I’m afraid that’s where you and I differ. Words leave no room for misinterpretation, in my opinion.” A soft scoff of laughter escaped him. “Unfortunately I do. Felicia seems to send them to me out of spite, it seems, knowing how much I can’t stand the little things. Giving her a mobile was my first mistake,” he continued, chuckling. Then again, how could he say now to her when she had begged him for one? Those big blue eyes, that quivering lip, she had the look down to a T and knew just how to get anything her little heart desired. “Does your mother have to endure the same sort of thing from you as well? Perhaps she and I can start up a club.”

Scanning over his texts again, Padraic wrinkled his nose briefly before shaking his head. “From the looks of it, I think this is mainly what he was asking for. He asked for sweets as well...I doubt that has anything to do with curing his illness, however.”

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It was dark in the club this time of night.  Of course, it was dark most of the time, but it seemed obscenely dark this time.  He sipped casually at his beer, waiting for the alcohol to hit him.  Mostly it took a few pints, as big as he was, but tonight, he was actually going down pretty fast.  

He sat alone for most of the time, waiting for LeFou to hurry up with his next Guinness.  Sadly, he was taking forever.  As per usual.  He looked at the person walking past Gaston’s table, and he stopped them with his favorite one liner.  “So, do you come here often?”

Padraic had gotten bored with entertaining. Sitting in that little booth of his, surrounded by false smiles and laughter, could grow to be so tedious sometimes. He’d made his rounds through the club, stopping occasionally to see if people were doing alright, checking in with his employees with subtle nods and looks to make sure things were on the up-and-up.

Eventually he neared the bar—lucky for him, since his scotch glass was getting a little low and Finn didn’t appear to be as swamped with patrons as usual at this hour. Scanning the room beside him, Padraic didn’t see the young woman until he heard a deep voice coming from the other side and found himself gently bumping into her. “Oh, terribly sorry my dear,” he began, flashing a smile at her before turning to the man seated. Gaston, one of the gents who worked at the gun range that Padraic enjoyed frequenting, seemed to be flirting with the pretty thing before Padraic interrupted. And good thing I did, he thought as he dusted off the front of his suit. Clients flirting with each other? No, no, that just wouldn’t do. He wasn’t about to lose money in his own club like that. “Gaston, my boy, are you trying to chat up this lovely little flower?” he purred at her, only to slide his gaze towards the seated man. “I certainly hope I’m not interrupting anything if so.”

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Get to know me meme - [7/10] current celebrity crushes

Christoph Waltz

In Europe, everybody would say, “Well, they just want to squeeze you like a lemon.” Well, yeah! But, you know, if I have the juice, why shouldn’t they?