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@priimaryheiir
No great mind has ever existed without a touch of madness.
Aristotle (via criminalconundrums)
character aesthetic: Ruvik (The Evil Within)
↳ “I created this world. You cannot keep me in here.”
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"Dr. Arkham is the most capable doctor here.“ And so I don’t see why you cannot see him. No. No Harleen, be kind to the man. This is good for b u s i n e s s. Forcing on her most genuinely plastic smile, the small blonde nodded politely. "Well alright, sir, then I’ll have you follow me to the female ward.”
“ As proof I’ve made the right decision, Jeramiah has never shown me the female ward. He always took me to wards, as did the doctors he typically recommended I tour with. “
He takes a moment to copy that plastic smile.
“ After you, Doctor Quinzel. “
"My greatest apologies, sir, though I don’t quite think I understand what you’re asking for.“ Or at least she would pretend to not understand if he had in mind what she was fearing he did. Men. "If a simple tour of the building is all you require, I’m sure that Jeremiah Arkham would be much better suited for such request.”
“ He talks too much about why he wants more money. I trust someone else to show me what needs more donations, and areas of the hospital that aren’t typically media friendly. I don’t need to be coddled. I want to see the building. “
And he never liked touring with someone more than once. With his preference for idle activities, he liked it better when he didn’t interact with anyone on a repeated basis. Exist as a construct, not as an actual person.
The Idea of Ruben Victoriano was much better than the actual man.
“ I don’t want a simple tour. “
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“ You understand the position you’re in, correct, Doctor Quinzel? “
Perhaps that sounds more dire than he’d meant to. But he had just donated quite a bit to the asylum, that usually meant he was allowed a tour, and a souvenir. He’d have to approach the warden later about what he wanted to take home.
“ Just a tour of what my donations are funding. “
► " Compliment me. "
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“You seem like a real nice kid.” He’s not lying, he doesn’t think he’s capable of lying to the young man with eyes like a wolf, with teeth that appear sharpened, more elongated, as if he wishes to attach himself to the core of the universe, if only to draw strength from its space, knowledge from the depths of the soil, the trees, the skies.
“You seem like a real nice kid who is most likely, gonna change the world one day. I know shit about science, but you seem to have it all figured out.”
And that egotism, that megalomania he caught in brief flashes startled him, giving him pause in the nights when reprieve could not be found in sleep aids, in warm mugs of tea.
That hunger frightened him. He didn’t know why.
► "Not to be rude, but, is there any way that you could just lighten up?"
send my character a ► and a command. they must obey.
The teen squares his jaw an adjusts how he’s standing before turning his attention back to the other man and offering a full, rather realistic smile. It pulls at the scars and is a bit uncomfortable, but he doesn’t let it show for the few seconds that he’s grinning.
“ Of course, officer. “
Send my character a ► and a command. They must obey.
She shakes, visibly shakes with pent-up rage. What she wouldn’t give to wrap her fingers around his neck and squeeze. “Listen, you little shit. The only reason you’re being kept on this project is because it’s too much of a mess to get rid of you,” she growls low. “Jimenez succeeded you in priority ages ago. You’re here because he’s too damn stubborn to let you rot in a cell like the miserable scum that you are.” She’d say more, but security bursts through the door to form a physical barrier between the furious, scowling Myra and Ruben, armed with surgical equipment. If they hadn’t come between them, Myra might have gone on. It would not have been pretty.
Ruben however continues despite the men stepping into the room. They mean nothing to him, they wouldn’t touch him, more often than not they would avoid being within arms reach of the Victoriano male. His breath is even, his fingers tapping out a tune on the pick as observant blue eyes drag over her body.
“ All of the information you’ve received from him has been taken from me. Even the information you chose to wield against me is worthless. “
The anger at being hit has faded into some twisted form of amusement at how little she actually knew
person: that's mean
me: i'm mean
“Yes I imagine you do,” there was nothing his money couldn’t buy. Spend to his heart’s content and none of it was off limits. He had everything he would ever want—need—And Gotham was under his thumb. Lesser men, bottom feeders, wanted to scrape that all from the surface then strike Victoriano GOLD and take it for them- selves. But Oswald, he wasn’t in it for the big money. That came easy. Dollar signs didn’t suade a more convoluted intention; The only aspect that made him remotely reliable amongst thieves.
“But, and with respect, a man of your prestige needs more than one lone butler. You need an army. Which I don’t doubt you could muster in a matter of days—However those men are powered on money. They will turn on you Mr. Victoriano. But me? You can rely on me to carry out what they can’t. You need somebody who can’t be bought. You’re an intelligent person. Don’t let your title disintegrate into the laughing stock of the town before your time.”
“ The speeches are good. “
He’s give him that, it was an easy thing to admit to. Grandiose words and movements to draw attention away from flaws. This man claims to be impossible to buy, though, in the end everyone, because the only person with money to buy them back was rather infantile.
Infantile and Naive. A good little boy.
Gotham would ruin that soon. Bruce didn’t have long.
Ruben lifts his chin once again, slender hands twitching inside trouser pockets as he resists the urge to just grab for and end the man here, his anger at such a proposition is dying out however.
Maybe the ‘penguin’ would be useful.
“ You want to attach yourself to the Victoriano name. To my work. I want you to prove your usefulness. Impress me. Kill everyone who gave you information on me. “
This is the best decision he’s ever made.
One step into the department and Joseph knows he belongs here. The hustle and bustle, the barked orders, the work that needs to be done, even the subtle scent of coffee hanging in the air draws him in.
His parents always wanted him to be an engineer, but this… This is what he wants.
Joseph has little time to linger before he’s ushered away by a senior officer: Officer Kitz, the man Joseph is meant to shadow under for the day. Kitz is an average man—average height, average build, average amount of hair—but something catches Joseph’s eye. A spark lingers in the officer’s gaze, a spark of a man who can only live life to the fullest. That alone is enough to gain Joseph’s respect.
Kitz is beckoned away (’I’ll be right back. Stay right here,’ he had said) and Joseph takes the time to glance around the man’s desk. However, he barely has a few moments to observe before something else distracts his attention. The bandages are the first thing he sees, each plastered onto the man’s face, covering him wherever skin showed. Where the bandages had shifted, Joseph caught a glimpse of the marred tissue—burns.
No one else seems to pay any attention to the visitor, so the teen takes it upon himself to address him.
“Officer Kitz will be back soon if you wanted to wait,” he offers, making sure to keep his gaze fixed on the man’s eyes and not the disfigurement. “I’m, uh, not an officer. Not yet anyway.”
The first thing that runs through his mind is a series of questions, all relating to why the boy was here if he wasn’t actually an officer, following that, he wonders idly why he refereed to the young man as a boy when they could barely be different in ages. Three or four years apart at most.
That perfect skin made him seem so much younger...
What an odd thing to think about. He didn’t often dwell on the thoughts of other peoples skin, really, he was always more interested in the musculature beneath it, in the brain and the path of consciousness.
“ What do you think of Officer Kitz? “
Trustworthy, determined, infallible?
Can I buy him?
“ Seems like he left in time to not deal with me. “
The act of portraying humor was uncomfortable, the raise of a corner of his lips tugs at the taunt of his scars, and the damage and the attempts of repair, still, there he was trying to seem less intimidating, the smile small and short lived but enough to be noted.
“ A joke. He probably didn’t notice like the rest. “