Darkness inhabits me.

Louis B. Clarke | DBH OC | 21+ | Dark Themes | OC Friendly | NSFW-Positive | Organized Crime | As Told By Ale

[pleasedbyyourpain]

@creation-is-chaos​ > con’t.

To see his mother now did nothing but cause him to recollect on how hard it was being her son. She manipulated him so many times into doing certain things to provide for her own needs. A mother that relied on her own child to get cash for her own vices. He remembered one day in particular where she used his backpack as a carrier for some of their belongings to sell for alcohol and drugs. Let’s just say that all of his missing school work and books caused him to be a ‘troubled child’ in the eyes of the school system. That act sent him to summer school that year.

Louis looked to Corvus for a second, knowing that his friend had did more than his own mother had done for him. Corvus wasn’t making him steal from convenience stores...

“You treat everyone else like shit. Hard to take the medicine th-that you dish out, huh? Look at you. F-Fucking hanging around the streets, like you always fucking do! Just g-go home, Ma --”

[pleasedbyyourpain]

@creation-is-chaos​ > con’t.

“You know what? Cracking that thick ass skull of yours was the best feeling I’ve ever felt. If I could have recorded it, I would have. You deserved to get a concussion from it.” Louis retaliated with hatred on his tongue, truly trying to get a rise out of Corvus. He just doesn’t think Corvus should be allowed to leave him like he’d done. It simply didn’t settle right with him, but.. Louis just didn’t have the emotional maturity to understand why.

“I should ask you the same thing, Corv. Why are you here? Living this lie, with your clean driveway, and your fancy house. You despise this shit. It reminds me of your mom’s house. And you hate your mom. So, I bet you hate being here.” He resumed, all while poking his finger into Corvus’ chest to provoke him into being physical.

[pleasedbyyourpain]

​@aroaringlioness > con’t.

“It’s like a, uh, a sudden sale that happened when you became a customer. I guess ya just lucky like that, huh?” Louis’ statements were obviously heavy on the more flirtatious side. He couldn’t pass up the opportunity of laying some ‘charm’ down on a hot woman, after all. Blue eyes settled on the green cash that emerged from her bag, and Louis reached inside of the pocket that lined the interior of his jacket and pulled out a single zipped baggie with a few cannibis buds inside of it.

“Final price is fifteen. If you like what I’m selling, you can always come buy from me again. ...But the price might not be the same next time.” That was his attempt at giving her a fair warning about his prices. Prices were subject to change depending on his merchandise and his accessibility to said merchandise. Sometimes, the payment amount depended on whether he hated someone or not.

As Louis had the baggie clasped between his index and middle fingers, the man extended it out towards her in the shielded area. “...I never saw you around here before. I’d remember a woman like you. Curves in all the right places, I mean. You’re a student here or just visiting the campus?”

[pleasedbyyourpain]

"Someone's gotta get me some. They banned me damn it!" She shook her head at him. "Look at you, Lou. You're doing well off it looks. Better than my last shack up. He stole from me. After all I did for him. You. You ain't gonna do me like that too are ya?"

“Why don’t you just ask the john from last week, huh?! I’ve never been well off, Ma! You know this -- And someone is a-always stealing from you! J-Jesus Christ! Is that why you called me over here? For smokes, and a drink? Tr-Try to butter me up, and get some money from me? Too bay I’m not a kid anymore, and you can’t make me stand outside for ours as you screw th-those damn men! Or make me steal shit for you!”

[pleasedbyyourpain]

@aroaringlioness​ > con’t. 

Ah. So, this girl is a customer. That took some unnecessary worry from his mind. He can’t recall seeing her around campus before -- Not that Louis was familiar with everyone that attended classes there. She most likely heard about his “goods and services” through word of mouth. This should be a simple exchange. His friend’s intimidation factor shouldn’t be needed here.

“My supply ain’t good..” Louis commenced his new statement, only to fold his arms over his chest. “It’s the best.” He said in a matter-of-fact way, as he was always confident by what he had to offer. His product always came from the same source, but he didn’t ask his source too many questions. Louis just always made sure to give them their earnings, and that’s it.

“Your mouth is sayin’ you have cash, but my eyes gotta see it. I can do about three grams for you right now. The going rate for that is.. about thirty bucks. For you, I’ll give it to you for fifteen.” He proposed as his lips curved up into it’s infamous smirk.  

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"Lou. Lou, come get your momma some smokes and a bottle of vodka." The woman shoved a crumpled 20 at her son. "Whatever you can get on that. Now hurry up. Don't go making me wait or I'll get upset."

Did Louis just have mental relapse that he wasn’t aware of? He hadn’t spoke to his mother in months. Yet, here she was. Clear as day. He looked to the wadded bill in his hand before looking up to his drunken mother. 

“Vodka, Ma? The last time you got all liquored up, you trashed the place -- You almost got kicked outta here. I can’t keep bailing you out. I don’t have the cash.” 

[pleasedbyyourpain]

We all know he's Corvus' bottom

“Why don’t you shut the fuck up?! Either come directly to me, or don’t fucking say shit to me! Why the fuck are you talking to me about Corvus?! Corvus this, Corvus that -- SHUT UP!”

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[pleasedbyyourpain]

Uh huh sure. You have his best interests at heart. You're a selfish asshole that's your problem. Corvus should drop your ass. Get new friends who don't try to control the good that might come his way.

“You know what? Fuck you! I told you that the last person to meddle in my business got stitches -- Now, I fucking tried to be nice to you, you shy bitch! But you keep asking me questions that has fuck all to do with you! Now, get the hell out of here before I fuck you up!”

[pleasedbyyourpain]

Hey Louis. Do you have anybody you like on campus?

“Anybody that I like? What the hell is that suppose to mean? I don’t get paid to like people. Most of them can fucking kick rocks, for all I care.”

[pleasedbyyourpain]

@aroaringlioness​​ > con’t.

Sometimes, Louis just saw no point on even coming onto the campus anymore. His grades were hardly passing, by now. And the work that he did do for class wasn’t even his own. He found more purpose in receiving money for his little ‘pharmaceutical business’. It gave him a bunch of money, and quickly. A bad habit that the young man was clinging on to from previous hardship. 

He’d made his way to his usual spot for some easy slinging -- usually a couple of customers, here and there. Nothing too major to cause much of a scene. The last thing he needed was campus police on his tail. It was a good thing that the college was filled with girls in tight and short attire, as it kept the perverts among the officers focused on something else.

It was to his surprise to see someone sitting a bit too close to his ‘base’ -- Someone that he didn’t know. And people who knew Louis was aware that it didn’t take much to strike up his paranoia.

“Uh, hey? Someone sent you over here, or something?” Louis asked in a bit of blunt way, but he didn’t want to scare off a particular customer, either. “Because, nobody usually hangs over here. Except for me, and my people.” The young man said, speaking as if this area of the campus belonged to him. 

[pleasedbyyourpain]

I think you just want to be the only person he relies on. Any anyone who takes him away from you is the enemy. You're damaged too, Louis. What are you gonna do to help him exactly? If he finds someone who loves him where does that leave you? Alone.

“That’s where you’re wrong, smart one. Corv and I have toughed out more than you can imagine. Nobody gets him like I do. I know that, and he knows that. If anyone else comes to him, pretending to understand him, then they are using him. He’ll drop them. I’ll make sure he does for his own sake.”

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[creation-is-chaos]

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[pleasedbyyourpain]

Look I'm asking a genuine question. If you are so upset whenever he's around other people then there's gotta be something. Do you love him or not?

“Who are you to want to know a single thing about my life, and the people I keep in my life? Are you, like, a cop or something? Corvus has a tendency to be around people who don’t care about him. Have you seen his fucking mom and his dumbass brothers? I’m just looking after him -- Just like any good friend would do. Now, go away.” 

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[pleasedbyyourpain]

What's your deal with DeVille anyway? Are you in love with him?

“The last random person that tried to get fucking smart with me needed stitches. Don’t worry about my ‘relationship’ with Corvus, asshole.” 

[pleasedbyyourpain]

@creation-is-chaos​ // Con’t. 

White, clean spaces. Beeping monitors sounding off from the distance. Chattering softly carrying through the hallways. He wouldn’t know exactly where he was if the nice lady didn’t inform him that he was currently at the hospital - and receiving treatment, apparently. The workers there have asked him so many questions, and he could not provide any answers. It wasn’t on purpose. Louis just.. genuinely didn’t know. 

But, he must have been to this place before. They seemed to have some information recorded about him. Weird to say that this place of care knows more information about him than he knows about himself, right now. Once he had his evaluation in the emergency room and had gotten some lab work done-- along with a CT scan--, he was shipped off to a room on the neurology unit. ‘For observation’, is what they said.

Ugh. Why was his head hurting? It felt like a ton of bricks was dropped onto him.

As the man was resting his head into his hands while seated upon the hospital bed, the door to his room opened. Then, came a nurse in navy blue scrubs with some man coming in behind her. 

“Mr. Clarke? You have a visitor that came to see you.” She announced with a smile, as to remain casual. But, she also stuck around to see if this man, Mr. DeVille, would spark any memory.

“Oh? ..Hey?” Louis feigned a small smile when looking to the man, but his tone showed that he was confused as to who or what he was. 

The nurse’s hope dwindled a bit, but she nodded her head to him and left out of the room to provide her patient and his visitor some privacy. Perhaps, after talking with each other, Mr. Clarke would be able to remember some things. When it was only the two of them inside of the room, Louis looked up to Corvus with a furrowed brow and squinted eyes.

“I’m sorry. You have to forgive me. My memory isn’t what it used to be. I think.. I think I’ve seen you somewhere before, but I can’t remember. ..Maybe in the emergency room? I spoke with a lot of people there. You’re one of the doctors?” He asked, quite genuine in his inquires. Louis truly hoped that he’d placed this man correctly. 

[pleasedbyyourpain]

One day someone is will hurt you like you hurt them.

“You sound naïve, my secret, faceless ‘friend’.” Louis spoke emphasis on how he addressed this stranger. 

“Everyone has suffered from some form of hurt. What makes you think that I haven’t?” He completely dismissed the accusations of him hurting other people. It was a true statement, but he refused to linger on the subject. 

[pleasedbyyourpain]

You're just in a whole lot of trouble to assume I'm the police. But carry on. Your paranoia makes my day complete.

“I’m not here to satisfy your fucking kinks - Just tell me who you are and get it over with! You’re starting to piss me off!” The mention of paranoia definitely did not sit well with him.