you're joking, you're joking.

and if you aren't shaking there's something very wrong.

[oogiebugboogie]

get to know oryan borne :

Grew up in the system, bouncing from foster family to foster family for most of his childhood. He has no clue what happened to his parents or why he didn’t have any actual family of his own. Though it’s never really bothered him - or at least, he likes to say it doesn’t. As far as he’s concerned, if his parents ever actually wanted him they would have found him. Or they’re just simply dead. He’s never been sure which outcome would be worse, so he’s never been able to work his courage up to look into it.

When he was twelve Oryan was assigned to the Borne family, which he had assumed would be just like any other foster home. But it wasn’t. They were a true and real family. And it was quick that Oryan found himself to be a part of it all. It was the longest he’s ever stayed in a home. After two years of being with the family when the system tried to pull him to be placed somewhere else, the Bornes stepped in and officially adopted him.

He has many “siblings” - some of them being the Bornes’ biological kids, some adopted, others just ones that stayed at the home for an extended period. Through proxy of that, he has a bunch of nieces and nephews as well - though the ones he’s closest to are Lock, Shock, and Barrel. All of whom work for him now.

Has always been big into games of all kinds. Is very competitive because of that. Played football in high school and throughout college. But he’s always been more into the games that have higher stakes, anything that had a real chance of winning big time.

The first time he was ever in a casino was a few days after his eighteenth birthday. His uncle had taken him to one on an island right outside of the isle, considering echo didn’t have one itself. From the moment Oryan stepped foot into the business, he was in love. And he knew right then and there what he was going to do with his life: open a casino on echo isle.

It wasn’t a dream that his adopted parents approved of per say, but they didn’t discourage it. They were supportive when Oryan changed his major from sports management to business, hoping that eventually he would change his mind about wanting to open a casino of all things… but that never happened. And it turned out that all of their worries that Oryan would fall down the wrong path when he opened the casino were right, not that they know that. He makes sure to keep any and all illegal dwellings within the casino far away from them. Honestly, there’s very little that they know about the casino in general other than the fact that it’s a thriving business.

Gained the nickname Oogie in college when he found himself getting involved in illegal gamblings in the more underground world of the isle. He didn’t want anything getting back to his family, so he only ever went by Oogie Boogie. He became so well known in the gambling world that it only made sense to name the casino Oogie’s.

Opened the casino two years after he graduated college. From the outside it seems like a perfectly legal business and it partially is… only almost all of the games are rigged. And there is much funneling of money into the illegal games that are played around the isle. As well as the ways in which he helps out the black locustes. Plus the illegal loans that he gives out… and the even more illegal ways in which he ensures he gets his money back. So… maybe it’s not as legal of a business as he presents it to be, but who’s perfect?

Joined the black locustes when he was twenty-two and fresh out of college. It was with the mafia funding that he was able to open the casino so quickly, though the official story is that a long lost relative died and somehow knew of his existence enough to leave money for Oryan in the will. He’s still very much in the mafia, though over the years he has been able to pull the casino a bit out. His business now fully belongs to him and his runnings have little to do with Hopper anymore.

A small part of Oryan wants more to himself, more power on the isle… but every time he thinks of how high of a risk it is to go after it, he decides to lay back down and stick to where he is. It’s not worth it at the moment. Not when he enjoyed where he was at well enough. He may not run as much of the isle as Hopper does - but when it came to the gambling section of the island, he was the man in charge. And that is enough. For now.

When his foster brother died, Oryan was the one that took in Sadie and he’s loved her like a daughter ever since. Though he has no plans of leaving the casino any time soon, he’s still working to get her ready to eventually down the line take over after him.

Loves bugs, has a pet tarantula named Boogie.

[masteroffrights]

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The distance between the men was palpable even though a hand was on Oryan's shoulder moments ago. They continued to hold their cards to their chest, neither wishing to reveal the hand they'd drawn. It was better this way or at least Jack certainly thought so. One thing that brought him comfort was knowing they'd met again in death, neither truly able to destroy the other as they already roamed as corpses. "That's what I like to hear," he grinned widely, knowing the words must've tasted metallic leaving his killer's lips. They had yet to escape one another. Their unfinished business was so rich that even fate brought them back together. "You have to open your mind to the possibilities." Jack's eyes grazed their surroundings and the extent of the hotel that had provided them with a place to enjoy the evening. "Stop thinking so much," the blonde boy nudged him with an elbow, grabbing a champagne flute for them both as they passed by on a tray. "All you need to know is that I'm here now. That's what matters, is it not?" An eyebrow arching curiously, wondering if they would continue to play the game or if his fun would be spoiled.

[oogiebugboogie]

It was easy for the other man to say, stop thinking so much, when Oryan was certain his old friend rarely if ever had much of a concrete thought in his head to begin with. And certainly not so anymore now that he was officially dead, no longer needing to have that constant subconscious worry of when his time will come to an end. Things were never that simple or easy for Oogie, not even in his own new afterlife. But for the night, he supposed he could pretend. Accepting the champagne flute handed his way, the vampire takes a sip before chuckling with a shake of his head. “No, I fear the path you took to come back does indeed matter. You are not the first friend I’ve had return to me after death, you know. Is it not fair that I be curious how you all keep popping back up?” Of course, he already knew exactly how Tramp had returned, but Jack didn’t need to know that. The real question was whether or not the man standing at his side was working for the same power that Tristan found himself dealing with - or was this something entirely different in itself.

[masteroffrights]

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Jack's smirk was curling as his once friend continued to speak. If only he knew that his own transformation had brought Jack back from the dead. None of that would benefit the conversation and it was nothing that could be undone now, meaning they were stuck with one another again. Neither could die from a simple knife anymore and had bigger things to fear than death. "An old dog like you can still learn new tricks?" A wild laugh tumbled as a hand pushed into the shoulder of his comrade, finding the humor in the situation that Oryan lacked. They were always different but now it was becoming all the more obvious in their eternities. "Awe come on now Oogie, you know I can't show you everything up my sleeve." He swayed on his heels as he glanced over at the man who sent him to the grave. A smile was everpresent on his lips, finding the amusement in existence unlike many of those who were truly alive. "Don't tell me you're trying to get rid of me already? I just got here."

[oogiebugboogie]

The hand pushed into his shoulders did nothing to move Oryan, his stance remaining strong as he stood and watched his once friend laugh boisterously as if he had not a care in the world. Which perhaps he didn’t, there had been very little that had truly moved the man back during his time with the living, chances were he felt quite the same in his death. He could only hope that his concerns with Oogie’s business would have washed away with his original demise, though he doubts that will be the case. From his experience with Tristan’s return to the living, it seemed death had only made the man more determined in his desire to bring an end to his own enemy. “Of course not,” he lies easily, despite the fact that ideas of how he can potentially bring a second end to Jack had indeed been brainstorming in his mind. “I’m surprised to see you again, that’s all. You weren’t the type I would have thought to make a second return, no offense, of course.” The question of how he is back hangs between them, but Oryan refuses to outright ask and make it seem as if he were concerned about his return.

[masteroffrights]

༝༝ 💀 ༝༝

The event presented the perfect opportunity to look for the man who put him six feet under in the first place. It was the very same that had brought him back now, something awakening in the woods when Oryan returned to base. While that was Jack's initial goal that evening there had become far many more things to get distracted by, such as the decorations which he clocked as less than spooktacular. He'd been poking at one of their skeletons when the man of the night spoke to him first. "I could say the same thing about you," Jack quipped, looking from the decor and to the man who quite literally had left a knife in his back. "You do look old though, I'd recommend dying young." For all the years that Oryan kept living, Jack was beneath the earth without a remembrance of what his appearance used to be. Instead, he had been able to come back into his body exactly how he'd left it and it had shown for his newly transformed old friend. "I know you've missed me, you can say it." A smile curled onto the edges of the man's lips and finally locked eyes with the hands who had killed him all those years ago. "You've probably been dying to see me."

[oogiebugboogie]

“Perhaps I have,” he admits with a chuckle, though there wasn’t much humor in it. Despite his original shock and questioning over whether any of this was real - hearing his voice gave a clear answer that left no doubt, this was indeed Jack Skellington, the man he had once known, loved, and had killed. “I don’t think I’ll be dying young or old any time soon. A lot has changed since you’ve last been around these grounds.” A true statement, yet at the same the root of everything was still exactly the same. Yes, Oryan had more power. He was in all technicality, dead himself now though also still living - his new state of vampirism a far different cry from his old human form. He had new allies and new enemies, of course, as one would expect over years passing by. But who he was and what he wanted and planned for himself - well, that was still strictly the same. “Tell me, old friend, just how is it you’re back with us? Is this a Halloween night treat or a more permanent trick?” Oogie could only hope the man’s presence was somehow just connected to the spirit of the evening and not anything stronger. Not that he was necessarily worried about Jack Skellington of all people, but it just added an extra layer of complication he didn’t feel like dealing with anymore. Hence why he had killed the man in the first place.

[oogiebugboogie]

closed starter for @masteroffrights location: hotel transylvania halloween party

The party had been going fine, nothing really worth noting having occurred, which was a good yet albeit boring turn of events. Especially considering how big of a target they all were, hosting a hotel full of magical beings with the hunters so strong and out on the prowl. But Oryan was hardly concerned with that - in fact, he almost wished they would dare to attack again so soon. It would help spark even more upset within this community, making it far easier for him to get more bodies on his side. A war was brewing, and Oogie planned to be prepared for when it finally began. But he supposed he could acknowledge that perhaps tonight wasn’t the night to start it all. Not when this holiday was so important to so many of them. So he kept his opinions to himself, never once bringing up his business or plans to anyone, no matter how great of a recruitment opportunity tonight could have been.

It wasn’t until he saw the familiar figure of a man he would recognize anywhere standing off to the side, wearing a ridiculous mask that no one else would ever dare. For a brief flash of a moment, Oryan assumes he’s just seeing things - thinking all of this to be far too impossible to be real. But then he remembers Tramp and his own return from the dead and it suddenly seems far more plausible that he is indeed staring right down at one Jack Skellington. A man he himself had put in the grave years ago. Approaching him was a bad idea, one that went against the promises he had made to himself to behave tonight, but how is he supposed to not investigate? Answers needed to be had and who knew when or where Oogie would get the chance to see him again.

“Being dead seems to be treating you well there, Skellington,” he starts off with once he’s standing next to the younger man, not even bothering with hellos or fake niceties. Oryan’s eyes scan over his entire body, looking for any signs of decay or death lingering upon him, but he finds nothing of major note. Just like Tristan, he seemed to be fully alive again and back to his usual self. Though this felt somewhat different, in a way that Oogie didn’t know exactly how to pinpoint or explain. “You know, I’d be shocked to see you here again - but I should have known you’re too stubborn of an asshole to ever stay away for good.” It was a lighthearted joke, though it hardly held any humor considering he had been the one to kill the man in the first place.

[oogiebugboogie]

closed starter for @hclyrabies location: hotel transylvania halloween party

For all he had spent the past year laying somewhat in the low, never attending major events or parties like this, simply keeping his head down and plotting for something far bigger than anyone would guess - Oryan had been present in a way no one understood. His eyes and ears had kept him up to date on everything happening around the island, and it was only once he had been informed about a night of celebration being hosted at Hotel Transylvania that he decided it was time to come out of hiding. It was the one place he could guarantee Colin Hopper would never show his face again. Not that he was afraid of the other man or facing him, but he figured his first return back to society probably shouldn’t come with such a scene, like the one he knew would happen whenever he was to run into the mafia head again.

An argument could have been made that Oogie himself wasn’t welcomed at the Hotel either, but he was quick to refute that notion. Sure, he could possibly be linked to the reason it had been bombed a year ago - but he likes to think his help cleaning up the mess afterwards made up for any minor connection he had to the event. Plus, he was a vampire now. That made him the prime target audience for the business - turning him away or refusing to let him join the party would just be bad show. But still, as he approached the owner of the establishment, he couldn’t help but be partially prepared for a fight or a request for him to leave. “Mavis,” he greets the other vampire with a smile, raising his glass of blood infused wine in her direction. “Great party you’ve put on tonight. I’ve been missing this scene, it’s nice to be back.”

[violencetendency]

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It was no secret he'd been destined for greatness, Mal had always seen that in him but now he was bound to the other magical beings like her. She took a particular liking to those who also knew the power that the different had and now he'd rounded out the rest of her desires. Even though she'd looked at him before now there was a hunger, an attraction to the power that she couldn't resist. "It's perfect," she purred, her fingers tracing his jaw. "You have done so well for yourself already. Now you have the gift." Not everyone was able to contain magic but he was destined for it. There was more going on behind the scenes in his world that she wanted to dive deeper into. The switching of her loyalties was on the horizon if he answered properly. Mal relaxed slightly, her gaze going from his body back to his eyes."What happened with the Hopper girl?"

[oogiebugboogie]

Though he’d been surrounded by magic over the past few years, it wasn’t until recently that Oryan had considered fully stepping into the world of it himself. And now that he had, now that he was a part of the supernatural underside of things, he couldn’t help but feel like it was exactly the way things were meant to be. As if he should have realized it sooner that he was made for far more than just a normal human life. Placing his hands on either side of Mal’s hips, a smirk grew on his lips as he took in the compliment. “All thanks to you,” he pointed out - a truth that he couldn’t deny. Had it not been for her, Oogie would have likely never taken this step or at least it would have been a hell of a lot harder figuring out how to get here. “She was returned to her mother. No harm done. But the message was received loud and clear.” His intentions had never been to hurt Annette - he had meant that when he had told her it was all just business. The simple action of taking her in the first place, of going against Hopper in such an open way, was all that he really needed done.

[barrelbrandon]

kidnap the hopper kid, lock her up real tight featuring: barrel, @landonlocks, @anctherdogday, @oogiebugboogie

Standing in the restroom with Landon in one of the stalls, Brandon fiddled with his neck tie in the mirror as he waited for the older boy to come out. In truth it didn’t really matter what he looked like, everyone here already knew him as Oogie’s boy, none of them would think twice if his tie was slightly off kilter or not quite tight enough. But Brandon felt the need to make sure he looked perfect, just to ensure that they don’t raise any suspicions. Or at least, so he didn’t - Landon would be invisible for all of this, no one was even going to know he was there so long as everything went to plan. “We really can’t fuck this up can we?” he asks, seemingly completely at random. But in truth it was something he had been stressing over quite a bit. While he had worked for both Oogie and Hopper for a while now, doing a multitude of different types of tasks for both of them - nothing had been as serious as this. Kidnapping a girl was quite a big ask - one he was certain they could pull off in the end, of course, it was just a question of how smoothly the whole thing will end up going that had him worried.

The anxiety dripped off of Brandon, palpable as Landon straightened his tie. Despite planning on seemingly fading into thin air once their plan was in motion, he was determined to at least look presentable until then. Every little thing he’d stolen over time had led up to the biggest heist of his life: the daughter of Colin Hopper. He was surprisingly calm, considering just how horribly this could go. At the end of the day, it would be his uncle’s face on the crime, not the three of them, which meant their asses would be off the hook when the blame was placed. Everyone understood that working for someone never meant coming up with the act. “We won’t,” he assured him simply, fully convinced. Landon took his shoulders, turning Brandon toward him to tighten his tie, unable to watch him fumble with it in the mirror any longer. “All we gotta do is find Scamp--he said she’ll be distracted helping the bride get ready, and we’ll say she’s needed with her daddy. Got it?” Landon reminded him, bringing his hand to Brandon’s face for a light tap on the cheek.

The reassurance from the older boy is welcomed, or at least, it is at first - but when it comes to being lightly tapped on the cheek like some kind of child, Brandon can’t help but scowl a bit. Though it only lasts for a moment, there isn’t time right now to get into an argument about whether or not he was a child and needed to be treated like one. They had a job to do - likely one of the biggest jobs they’d ever be asked to do in their life. “Right, right. We’ve got this,” he echoes Landon’s words with a firm nod before turning on his heel and moving out of the bathroom and into the hallway as if his moments of nervousness had never happened. His grin was wide and plastered on easily, the same dopey smile all of the Locust men were used to him wearing and he walked easily down the halls as if he were absolutely welcomed there. Because in truth, he was, at least for now. After all of this went down and word got round that it was Oogie who planned this whole thing, well, Barrel didn’t think he’d be welcome in the mafia after that. But that was hardly of any real matter or concern - as long as he still had Oogie and Sadie and Landon, that was all he really cared about. Stopping before they turned a corner, he glanced around to ensure they were alone before turning back to Landon and whispering the reminder of the plan. “Okay, go invisible and wait for me to come back with the girl. Then I’ll jump us all out of here.”

Though he still wasn’t sure Barrel should be the one trusted with getting the girl, it was too late now to protest. Landon wasn’t going to be the one to fuck up the plan because his ego was too big for their agenda. “Sick. You got this, dude. I’ll be here.” After their brief recap of the plan, all he could do was wait in the corner where they’d agreed to meet. Landon checked around the corner again to be sure that no one was coming, closed his eyes, and willed himself to disappear. He’d been practicing for this all week, giving himself headaches as he kept reappearing. This time, it took him even quicker than before, and Landon mentally thanked Sadie for making him run through it so many times. Though Brandon wouldn’t be able to see him once he got back, at least he knew where to find him, if he could remember which identical corner he’d turned before going off to get the kid.

With Landon’s agreement, all Brandon could do was nod once more to gather himself and his nerves before turning and heading around the corner towards the bride’s waiting area. “Hello there ladies,” he greets as he enters the room, his grin as dopey as ever. It was an act he knew well and wore with ease - playing the part of some dumb little boy being sent around to do errands for men far more powerful than he’d ever be. At times it bothered him, if he thought too long about it, but when it got him through the door without any trouble like it just did… well, maybe he couldn’t be too mad about it. Making his way over towards his target, he placed a hand on Annette’s shoulder and shot his grin her way. “Hate to break up all the fun, but daddy dearest is needing you little Hopper.” It was obviously a lie - but who was going to call him on it? Brandon was known as one of Oogie’s boys, the one that worked the closet with the Black Locusts, he wasn’t a necessary man for many jobs - but he was trusted enough to be an errand runner like this. Their whole plan was banking on Annette not doubting that Colin Hopper would have potentially sent him.

Annette felt about as uncomfortable as any girl could at a weird wedding that was only happening because of her father’s business deal. Still, she came with a smile on and her favorite black dress. Weddings were basically another form of a funeral as far as she was concerned. There were faces of people she’d never seen before and then ones she’d seen all too much of. It felt strange to be close to Atta now while knowing that all she wanted was out of this situation and probably downfall of her father. She couldn’t hide her resting bitch face, though it was rarely ever hidden and today was certainly no exception. The only time her expression changed was when a hand was on her shoulder, turning to see Brandon’s stupid smile staring down at her. Her eyebrows were furrowed and her lips pursed but she didn’t question it, feeling more strange about the fact she was back here with the ‘bride’ in the first place. Annette turned to go with the boy and only gave a small wave before she departed with him. It was only once they had started towards the door that she turned to him with her arms folding over her chest. “Thanks for saving me from that weird energy in there. Do you know what he needs? You know, not like I mind.”

When Annette easily stood up and waved a goodbye to the others in the room, Brandon mentally sent a quick thank you prayer up to whoever may be listening as he followed her out of the bridal suite. For all he wanted to immediately get moving down the hallway towards where Landon was waiting, he knew he couldn’t rush this. That would only look suspicious, considering he had never cared about following orders so intently before. So when the girl stops to stare him down and asks what’s going on, all he can do is follow her lead and allow the pause. “Nah. No one ever tells me anything. I was just the only person they could really spare to come grab ya,” he answers easily, shrugging his shoulders to further show how little he actually knew of what was supposedly going on. “But it’s gotta be better than whatever was going on in there, right?” Holding his arm out for her to take with a slight bow, his charming smile was back on his face as he tried not to show how impatient he was starting to become. “Come on, let's go find him.”

Brandon was her favorite of the trio, the softest and most understanding to her unique ways of, well, existing. He always seemed to get the short end of the stick which was something Annette had understood all too well herself. That’s why it was easy to take his arm, leaning a little into his side as she did. “No, seriously…” She looked over at him with a straight face as if discussing a serious topic. “Like why the fuck would I be back there? I don’t even think she likes me at all and just thinks I’m gonna get all corrupted by my dad. Whoever said yeah let’s just throw Annette to the wolves is dead to me,” the girl said with a laugh tumbling out. A smile was to follow when she met the eyes of the raven haired boy who walked beside her. “Thanks for comin’ to my rescue.” An exhale filled with relief expelled from her chest as she looked forward towards their destination. “What? Like you already forgot where you left him? You’re not that dumb Brandon, regardless of how your friends might make you feel,” she said with a small smile, giving him a gentle nudge. “I’d trust you with my life.”

Tapping his silent feet, Landon waited for his conspirator to get back with the girl they were responsible for. He was certainly personally closer with Annette than Landon himself was, so leave it to Brandon to strike a full conversation with her while he was supposed to be snatching her. He poked his invisible head around the corner as he heard an unmistakable voice come his way: Brandon was chatting it up with Annette like he was committing no crime. “Barrel!” he hissed in a shouted whisper as the two nearly passed Landon’s hiding spot. Before Annette could realize there was seemingly no one calling to them, he reappeared again, leaning against the stone wall with a smirk. “Look who it is. Miss Hopper,” he greeted, nodding his head at the brunette. “Care for a little excursion?”

The harsh whispering of his name came at just the right time, a reminder that this was a job he absolutely could not fuck up. No matter how badly he wanted to turn and run now, taking Annette far away from this entire mess she had never even asked to be a part of, he simply couldn’t. The only thing he could do was go against her trust and just pray this all worked out like it was supposed to in the end. Oogie had already sworn nothing was going to happen to the girl, that she’d be perfectly safe and fine locked away in the hotel. Brandon just had to hope that his boss’s promises would be enough to protect her. “Don’t be an asshole,” he snaps at Landon before he can really think better of it, turning a moment later to frown at the girl on his arm. The grip he’d had on her tightened so she couldn’t move away. “Sorry about this.” And with no further explanation, he reached out with his other arm to grab ahold of Lock and closed his eyes, using all of his magic to teleport the three of them to an abandoned dungeon in the hotel where Oogie and Shock would both be waiting for them.

As they appeared in the dungeon, almost immediately Brandon stumbled backwards and fell to sit on the ground up against a wall, his eyes closed as he started what would likely be the long recovery of having used so much magic all at one go. A quick lookover in the boy’s direction was all Oryan needed to know he’d be fine and his attention turned back to fully focus on the other new arrivals that Barrel had brought with him. In a flash he was in front of the girl and pushing her into an awaiting chair, using his vampire speed and strength he had zipties tightly wrapped around her hands and legs keeping her down to the piece of furniture. Taking a few steps backwards, he offered a small smile to Annette before giving a half-ass explanation of just why he was doing this. “It’s business, Annie-girl. Nothing personal.” Though the fact that he used her former father’s nickname for her, it likely felt far more personal than what he was trying to sell it for.

It was in seconds that everything shifted, Annette’s world going from the pristine wedding scene to a grimey basement with no windows. Her gaze snapped to Brandon and an anger started to crease her features. “I fucking trusted you,” she spoke calmly but with venom in her words. As her eyes scanned her surroundings the first thing they landed on was Oryan who had one time was considered a family friend. Now she was beginning to realize that they were the farthest thing from that. In the same way she found out her life with Tramp was a lie it seemed that had soaked into his friends as well. He had changed, no longer the man she once recognized and it seemed he’d found another way of being, one somewhere between alive and dead. “Don’t fucking call me that you asshole,” she spat back quickly, wiggling in the ties around her wrists. “He’s going to fucking kill you for this.”

A smirk was all that Oryan gave the young girl in response before nodding his head at both Ladnon and Sadie to signal them to get into position. The door opened with the two kids leaving but Oogie still stood in the room, a small amount of guilt raising to the surface. Despite what it might seem like, he hadn’t wanted to do this. Annette was like a niece to him, whether she was aware of that or not, but it was what needed to be done. Business had to come first. It was the only way he was going to be able to get to Hopper, to help put an end to this wedding like he had promised Atta he would. He was already well aware that this was an act that would start a war, the girl’s words of warning hardly needed. “It’s no use fighting, you aren’t getting out. But you’ll be safe here. I made a promise once that no harm would come of you or your siblings and I don’t break my promises.” Without any further explanation of why he was doing this, if he truly didn’t want anything to happen to her, Oogie turned and left. The door making a solid and loud click multiple times to indicate it being securely locked down.

[violencetendency]

who: @oogiebugboogie where: oogie's office

She'd come to see him after the recent change to his DNA, having become a creature of the night much like herself. It had been a long time coming but she'd always got the sense that Oryan wanted something more. Of course, she knew he was capable of it, being strong as a human and having the potential to heighten everything within him. When it finally came to be Mal was quick to come and see for herself. Not everyone could handle what it meant to be a magic being, the pain one must endure on a daily basis to simply exist as who they were and he had chosen this. Nothing she would say out loud but she was proud of him, hoping he could sense it in her voice as she approached him with outstretched arms. "Come here, let me see you," she beckoned him over to her so that she may observe him. Her hands ran over his arms and up to cup his cheeks in her palms, her eyes boring into his. The Oryan she had come to know was still there but accelerated and it brought her an overwhelming sense of excitement. "How does it feel?"

[oogiebugboogie]

Having Mal approach him was a new approach in their acquaintanceship. Normally it was always him seeking her out or the two simply running into each other by what he had assumed were coincidences. Never before he she been the one to find him, in his own office of all places as well. It marked yet another change that had come with his transformation into something far more powerful than just his old human form. A change that Oryan was more than happy to accept as he stood from his chair and made his way towards the woman. “It feels good,” he answers with confidence even if that one singular word wasn’t quite strong enough to fully encapture the true experience of his new transformation. “I’ve always felt I was meant for more than just what the world gave me… Now I understand that this is it. This is what I have been supposed to be.” It was a sentiment he had believed to be true for years, always feeling far more drawn to magical beings than average humans - his semi-adopted kids were proof of that. It only made sense for him to enter the world of magic himself as well.

[landonlocks]

oogiebugboogie·:

“That’s what’s fucking going on,” Oryan snapped in answer, throwing his hand towards the other room that Landon was already starting to turn to look into. Tristan Tramp sat at a chair with his head held in his hands, looking all like he’d been shot to death and left out to rot in the dir, or perhaps had even been partially buried  - which was almost exactly what had happened. He had died. And yet, here he fucking was - alive again and seeminly well, minus the fact that he’d yet to fucking speak beyond just telling Oogie he needed help. “Because it is fucking Tristan. No, I didn’t do jack shit. He was sitting on my doorstep fucking waiting for me when I got home.” Another part of what made him know that was really Tramp and not someone else somehow taking over his body - only a select few people knew of Oogie’s real home address.

All he could really do was blink at his uncle, at a loss for words. He’d seen some weird shit during his time at the casino, but this took the cake. A fucking dead guy sat in the next room, and none of them knew how the hell he’d gotten there. “Well, what the fuck are you gonna do with him? Shove him back to his family and let them handle his ass?” It was more of an idealistic approach than he knew Oogie was likely to take, especially since Sadie had to collect Tristan from his ex-wife’s house a few weeks ago after his son had beaten the shit out of him. Not that Landon really had any sympathy for the guy, but he was sure the rest of the Tramp family would have even less. If it were up to them, he might be dead again before he could even step inside. “Has he said anything? Any idea how the hell he just rose from the fucking ashes? And you’re sure it’s him, right?” Landon knew there were definitely people who could shift to look just like him—he probably even could if he tried.

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“No,” he snaps in response, not giving any further explanation at first as he dropped down to sit in his chair and run a hand over his face. Oryan was good usually good with this kind of shit - the fucked up mess that seemed to constantly get thrown his way. But this? His friend coming back from the fucking dead like nothing had happened despite having been gone and supposedly buried for weeks… This was too much. But it’s not like he could just kick Tramp out on his ass. He was his brother as far as Oogie was concerned and in the end family stuck together, even through the most fucked up of fucked up shit. “He’s not allowed around his family. That’s why he came to me. He told me that much and then I dragged him here.” For all he was certain that the man standing over in the other office was indeed Tristan Tramp, a small voice in the back of his head had stopped Oryan from bringing him into his home, needing more than just his gut instincts to confirm his identity. “That’s why we’re here. It’s him, I’m almost positive. But… I was hoping Sadie would be able to tell me better.” Surely there had to be some kind of spell or something the girl would know that could give a firmer answer.

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landonlocks​:

It was just a regular Friday night until he heard the grumbles of Oogie coming in, looking distressed. Landon knew he’d have to deal with it eventually, but he hadn’t expected his uncle to come up to him at the table itself, demanding that he abandon his post to tell him. Though he wanted to question it, Oogie was already dragging him by the time he was blurting an apology to the men at the table he was in charge of. “The fuck’s going on?” he asked instead, knowing in an instant that something bad was happening. Whether it was a raid, or worse, another death of one of his top men, Landon could only prepare for it with a breath sucked in. With a glance into the other room, he was positive he’d seen a ghost, only able to turn to his uncle with wide eyes as they entered Landon, Sadie, and Brandon’s office. “Why the fuck did the man in there look like … like Tristan? The guy you said was dead?” There was no way that was possible–they’d mourned him, even started thinking about revenge. That had to be what he was so confused about. “Please tell me you didn’t fucking exhume him. That’s just gross.”

“That’s what’s fucking going on,” Oryan snapped in answer, throwing his hand towards the other room that Landon was already starting to turn to look into. Tristan Tramp sat at a chair with his head held in his hands, looking all like he’d been shot to death and left out to rot in the dir, or perhaps had even been partially buried  - which was almost exactly what had happened. He had died. And yet, here he fucking was - alive again and seeminly well, minus the fact that he’d yet to fucking speak beyond just telling Oogie he needed help. “Because it is fucking Tristan. No, I didn’t do jack shit. He was sitting on my doorstep fucking waiting for me when I got home.” Another part of what made him know that was really Tramp and not someone else somehow taking over his body - only a select few people knew of Oogie’s real home address.

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closed starter for @landonlocks location: oogie's casino

Storming into the casino with a disheveled Tristan Tramp following behind him, shirt ripped to shreds and covered in blood, both men practically soaked from the rain, Oryan paid absolutely no attention to the few patrons scattered throughout the casino. After directing Tramp into one of the back rooms, telling him to just sit and fucking stay, he turned back out to the floor and locked eyes with the one person he had been hoping to find. Heading over towards the poker table Landon was currently dealing at, Oogie gave a snap of his fingers at one of his other employees and pointed to the seat, silently telling him to take his nephew’s spot. “Come on,” he instructed the younger boy, grabbing his arm and all but dragging him into the main backroom. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” The curses came spewing out the moment they were in his office as he dropped down into his desk chair and ran his hands over his face, trying to clear his head enough to figure this all out. Considering they had all been told the news about Tramp’s death a day ago, from none other than Colin Hopper himself, Oogie felt it should go without saying just how messed up this was. Hopper wasn’t one to half-ass anything, if he said someone was dead… then they were dead and gone. Yet… there was no denying that Tristan Tramp sat waiting for them just one room over. “How the fuck is this happening?” His question was rhetorical, not actually expecting Landon of all people to have an answer as to what the fuck might be going on right now.

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attaant​:

It wasn’t a bad idea, per se, giving her boss another reason to be distracted on what was supposed to be the most fateful day of her life. Atta had bought herself enough time thanks to the very man who Oryan was attempting to protect while he was here. That didn’t put her in any better position to entirely cancel the ordeal–just postpone. “I was thinking the same thing, but I don’t think that entirely fixes my problem.” Colin Hopper was smarter than that: he would be able to easily see through a weak attempt at procrastination. “I wouldn’t put it past him to just walk me down to the courthouse tomorrow morning at gunpoint if he ever got wind of what I’m trying to do.” Atta wasn’t even being dramatic: she knew that was exactly. what would happen to her if he’d so much as heard about this very meeting now. “It has to be something long term.”

“And I wouldn’t put it past him to put a bullet in my head if he caught wind of what I’m trying to do,” he pointed out, though Oryan felt it should go without needing to be said. Trying to save Tristan’s life was likely just as dangerous as Atta trying to get out of her future wedding plans. Both acts went against the man they both called their boss, and Colin Hopper wasn’t the type to be very understanding of anyone working against what he wanted. “That’s why we aren’t going to let him find out any of this. Or are you telling me you still haven’t learned how to keep a secret from the man?” It wasn’t an easy feat, hiding anything from Hopper, but Oogie had long specialized in that exact art of deception. “Long term is the end goal, of course. But do you have a plan for that yet? Would you really turn down even a few more months of pushback, time to gather yourself and figure out just what you’re going to do. I can’t guarantee a complete end to this wedding, but I can buy you that time. And really… that’s all I’m asking of you, as well. Help me get that same chance of time for my brother.”

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attaant​:

They were on opposite sides of the same battle, working toward a treaty. Atta wanted nothing to do with Tristan, but she knew enough about his children from talking with Lilah that she couldn’t turn back now. No one did deserve to die, either, if she was being honest, but he had threatened her and her family. She would rather see Tristan die than someone who she cared about. “So you can warn him.” That made enough sense, nothing she couldn’t handle. What she was more interested in, though, was what his plans were to help. her get out of her wedding. “So, if that’s whaat you need from me, what exactly were you thinking … how are you going to stop the wedding?” No one could prevent Hopper from getting angry with her about getting out of this, but Atta at least needed ideas to assess which would be the least damage. “I mean, I have ideas, but I haven’t, um, really settled on anything yet. I don’t know how to … he’s going to kill me, probably. Literally, if not financially.”

A nod was all he gave as Atta pieced together the basics of what he was going to get out of this. Warning Tramp was a part of it of course, but what Oryan was really after was a way to put a full stop to Hopper’s plans - though he’s not about to tell the blonde that. It was already enough of a risk to even be having this conversation and striking this deal at all, Oogie wasn’t about to go showing any more cards in his hands than he absolutely has to. “I’ve been with the Locusts for years now, but they aren’t my only friends around town,” he starts, again purposefully being vague while still knowing he was going to get the core root of his point across. “Some of those friends aren’t exactly Hopper’s biggest fans, and I was thinking well, if he’s distracted with other things at hand - he’d be far less focused on your wedding.”

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attaant​:

It seemed like she was being trapped, like Atta had been pushed into the far corner of her office and knelt on the ground, begging for mercy. She couldn’t say no, no matter how much she ached to deny that anything was wrong with the engagement she’d gotten herself into. Surely marrying Myles was better than helping Tristan Tramp, no matter how much she’d protested it in the past. Tristan had gone so far to threaten her and her family, something that she took to heart, despite the man in front of her saying that he hadn’t meant it. “No, I don’t think—I mean, no, he doesn’t deserve to die, but I don’t … you have to understand that I’m reluctant to helping him. He practically walked in here and put a mark on my mother and my sister in exchange for his freedom.” It was just about what Tramp had demanded on the first place, just less lethal. Though, the thought of her own freedom was tempting, and Atta was getting desperate. “What would I—if I went through with this, that is, helping him, what exactly would I have to do? Lay it all out for me, all of it. I don’t want any surprises.” She knew how men like him worked, from being under Hopper: there was always a catch. “Do you hear me? Everything.”

While he’d known that Tramp’s antics were going to make this slightly difficult, Oryan hadn’t realized just quite how far his friend had gone or how deeply his threats would affect Atta. Not for the first time, for a brief moment he considered just backing out and leaving this whole mess for Tristan to deal with himself, since he never seems to listen to anything Oogie tells him anyway. But that wasn’t the way he worked. He wasn’t one to back down just because things got a bit trickier, nor was he going to leave his brother to deal with anything alone. “Then don’t think of it as helping him. You’re helping me and most importantly - helping yourself,” he corrects, readjusting the viewpoint to hopefully make this easier for the blonde. “All you have to do is help me, like I said. I just need you to figure out as much as you can about Hopper’s plans for Tramp and tell me everything you hear. No matter how small of a detail, I need it all. But that’s it. I’m not asking for much here.” He knew better than to think Atta had any say in putting an actual stop to whatever Hopper was going to do to Tristan, he wouldn’t even pretend to think she holds that kind of power – but getting information and passing it back to him? That, that he thought she could probably handle.

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attaant​:

All of what Oryan had said before the precursor to his deal had gone completely unheard once he had mentioned that it could help her get out of her upcoming nuptials. How he had found out that she somehow wanted out of it, she had no idea, but maybe she had gone running her mouth a little further than she’d anticipated when it came to what was under the surface of her and Myles’ engagement. “How did you–” she started, dumbfounded by his straightforwardness when it came to her situation. It seemed far too good to be true, especially if it had something to do with the man who had waltzed into her office to threaten her in the first place. “I don’t, um, really get how you could do that. Not that I’m planning on–wait, I’m sorry, I don’t get how you know … who told you that I wanted it delayed?” she blurted, unable to help herself. “But if I did … what would I have to do?”

As she sputters and struggles to understand how he even knew about her situation and feelings regarding the wedding, Oryan simply smiles and nods his head, giving her a few moments to compose herself as best she could. It was obviously a shock, but he thought it really shouldn’t be. Just because he worked under Hopper officially didn’t mean his reach was any less than the other man’s. “Rumors spread, Atta. There are eyes and ears all over the island and I have many connections,” he answers, not giving any specific response or clarification. That vagueness was the best she was going to get. “But it doesn’t matter how I found out, what matters now is what exactly you’re willing to do to get your freedom back.” His smile widens and he leans back in his chair, crossing his leg and staring the blonde down. “I’m trying to win some more time for one of my brothers. I know you and Tramp had your… disagreements the other day. But I can promise you, he’s hardly as bad of a guy as he seems. And I’m going to have him under far better watch now - he won’t be returning to you or your family. But… well, just because he’s lost his way a bit doesn’t mean he deserves to die, does it Atta?”

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attaant​:

When she’d been told that there was someone at the front desk to see her who had dropped Hopper’s name, Atta had quickly rushed to call her boss for his approval for a meeting. The thought of having to go through another Tristan Tramp-like man made her sick to her stomach, but Colin had told her to hear Oryan out, and that he’d have people outside her office to keep watch soon. Though she felt bad keeping him waiting if he was really there to help, she was sure he understood her extra level of precaution given what had happened with Tristan. After a deep breath, she called him in, and Atta already felt a weight off her shoulders upon his much friendlier introduction. “You can call me Atta,” she insisted, giving his hand a firm shake before gesturing for both of them to take a seat. Her visitor had cut straight to the chase, and her eyes widened, giving him a pursed-lip nod as she heard him out. “Oh,” she let out, unsure how to respond at first. No part of her wanted to strike a deal that benefitted Tristan, not after what he’d done to both her and Myles. “I see. I’m sure you know, my family and I have tight security, so that was never a concern,” she assured him, her words slow and careful–much more calculated than she was used to speaking. “I’m not sure I could really help you, though … you’re sure I’m the best person to strike a deal with?”

Of course Oryan had been aware that in some sense the Dreyfus family was under Hopper’s security and protection. Which was why he had been so pissed over Tramp’s decision to threaten them of all people, but he knew his friend was desperately clinging to straws in an attempt to save his life, or even just extend it. However, he wasn’t using his head - Tristan’s fear kept him from being able to look at everything clearly or make any strategically wise moves. Which was where Oogie came in. “I understand, of course. I just wanted to ensure that, either way, you knew there is no threat from me or my men,” he reassures once more, primarily just for show though. It was always best to try to seem as cordial as possible when trying to lay down the foundation of what he wants, especially with partners like the Dreyfuses. “Oh, you see, my deal only really benefits you, Atta. I want to help put a stop to your wedding. If that is what you still desire, that is.” There was no real reason why Oryan should know that Atta wanted out of her arranged marriage, but just like the Hoppers had eyes and ears all across the isle, so did Oogie Boogie.