dartonthemobster

[dartonthemobster]

sociopathicuniverse knocked on the door

A man in a bright shirt and dark waistcoat grinned out his door at the newcomer, pushing up the half-rim spectacles that were slipping down his nose. "Ah! And whom do I have the pleasure of coming across this morning?"

[dartonthemobster]

He bounced on his heels, taking another drink. Mm, he should probably slow down, at least so that he wouldn't be drunk until all the guests were gone. Although, really, if he was a bit tipsy as the last few guests wandered about, what of it? As long as he didn't say anything to get himself in trouble with the law, what was the harm?

"Oh!" he mused for a moment. "I suppose I could take you around a bit, if you like.~ It's quite a large house, though, and a bit empty, so I hope you won't mind if I skip some of the less exciting rooms."

Well, were she to start a fight, it would certainly liven up the evening. Darton loved surprises.

At her last sentence, he broke out laughing. “Ahahaha! Well- heh- pl-pleahahah, please, have some more!” He gestuered at the drinks table, still chuckling. “Unfortunately, there aren’t so many people here as I would have liked, and I’m afraid I’m a bit over-stocked. So, unless I’d lilke to spend the next few days drinking myself under all the tables in the house…”

[dartonthemobster]

Well, were she to start a fight, it would certainly liven up the evening. Darton loved surprises.

At her last sentence, he broke out laughing. "Ahahaha! Well- heh- pl-pleahahah, please, have some more!" He gestuered at the drinks table, still chuckling. "Unfortunately, there aren't so many people here as I would have liked, and I'm afraid I'm a bit over-stocked. So, unless I'd lilke to spend the next few days drinking myself under all the tables in the house..."

He nodded along. “Perhaps a space-heater of some sort? Rugs? In any case, you seem to live there quite comfortably, for the most part.” Darton offered a smile, then took the rest of his scotch in one go. “And what about your hobbies, my dear?”

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He nodded along. "Perhaps a space-heater of some sort? Rugs? In any case, you seem to live there quite comfortably, for the most part." Darton offered a smile, then took the rest of his scotch in one go. "And what about your hobbies, my dear?"

She seemed to enjoy the compliments, preening and posing ever so slightly. How adorable. Must not get compliments very much at home. Still, he was serious - knowing how to fix people up was a valuable, difficult skill to learn.

"I’m sure my parents would have tried to avoid that, yes." Pity. Hobos were always given the least attention when found dead in dumpsters. "Ah! I’ve always wondered if people live in warehouses. Do excuse me," he interrupted himself, "I don’t mean to be rude. It always just seemed a bit exciting. So much room to put things!" Darton seemed oblivious to the irony.

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She seemed to enjoy the compliments, preening and posing ever so slightly. How adorable. Must not get compliments very much at home. Still, he was serious - knowing how to fix people up was a valuable, difficult skill to learn.

"I'm sure my parents would have tried to avoid that, yes." Pity. Hobos were always given the least attention when found dead in dumpsters. "Ah! I've always wondered if people live in warehouses. Do excuse me," he interrupted himself, "I don't mean to be rude. It always just seemed a bit exciting. So much room to put things!" Darton seemed oblivious to the irony.

"Aah! How lovely. I must admit myself to a little knowledge of basic anatomy, for the purposes of my job, but I remain largely ignorant of how to improve them." A little inside joke. He knew what muscles to hit to bring someone down within thirty seconds, knew just where the weak points in the skull were that would break the fastest. But fixing these things? No skill whatsoever.

At the PhD joke, he chuckled amiably. “No, of course not. I’m sure you do an excellent job!” He took another sip of brandy, and wondered briefly if Charlie used the same to clean wounds. Probably a waste of brandy.

"Of course not. I’m sure Cook could make something you’d find appealing, and I’d hate to make a guest uncomfortable." Another little inside joke. "So, how do you find the neighborhood? Being new here, I’m not quite sure what’s around."

[dartonthemobster]

"Aah! How lovely. I must admit myself to a little knowledge of basic anatomy, for the purposes of my job, but I remain largely ignorant of how to improve them." A little inside joke. He knew what muscles to hit to bring someone down within thirty seconds, knew just where the weak points in the skull were that would break the fastest. But fixing these things? No skill whatsoever.

At the PhD joke, he chuckled amiably. "No, of course not. I'm sure you do an excellent job!" He took another sip of brandy, and wondered briefly if Charlie used the same to clean wounds. Probably a waste of brandy.

"Of course not. I'm sure Cook could make something you'd find appealing, and I'd hate to make a guest uncomfortable." Another little inside joke. "So, how do you find the neighborhood? Being new here, I'm not quite sure what's around."

[dartonthemobster]

Ahhh, good. A man who knew his way around a blade or a scissors? That could prove to be entertaining. "Hel-lo, what a hobby! You'll have to show me sometime. I've been told I'm fairly good with blunt instruments, but I'm afraid I'm a bit terrible with the pointy ones." So, he was testing the waters. What of it? Blunt instruments - that could mean anything, really. Cooking, maybe. Or construction. Let's see if the joke was picked up.

Phineas' eyes were the opposite of Darton's, whose were always sparkling with the fires of curiosity. When those fires went out - when he was bored, when things were dull, when life wasn't worth living anymore without new things to discover - he became was useless. How interesting. Perhaps it meant something, if Darton cared to notice. He didn't.

A man who didn't feel unsafe, who wasn't a doctor but knew how to do surgery, a man who knew how to look like he was part of the social circle - taking a drink when offered - but didn't partake of it? Possibly an outsider, someone who lived in the dangerous parts of the world. He sounded like James Bond, frankly. Some sort of secret agent, or maybe someone like himself. Someone who lived on the interesting side of the law, at any rate, whether the petty labels of villain or hero applied.

"Oh, I suppose. I like it, at any rate." He bounced gently on the balls of his feet. "Keeps me fit, keeps me interested. I'm afraid I really can't speak for the purchase of the house, though; it was inherited. I only pay for the upkeep." He swirled the wine and took a sip.

"How interesting. Are you a doctor as well, then?" Perhaps in impudent question, but hopefully he could learn a bit. It was always good to know what shady skills were about.

He poured himself a glass of white wine and swirled it delicately by the stem, not looking up. “I suppose so. They seem to be a rough pair. Still, it seems to suit them.”

Finally looking up, Darton caught Armastus’ eye. “Does it bother you? I would hate for you to feel unsafe in your own home.” He smiled. His own little joke. Disrupting people’s homes, waiting for them in their safe places, watching the looks on people’s faces, was absolutely delightful.

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"Really?" Darton leaned forward over his brandy. "What were you doing in school that would lend itself to the doctoring profession? If I may ask."

"Oh, my dear, I wouldn't dream of the opposite! I would, of course, give proper compensation of your choice for your services. Such is the way of the world, hm?" He chuckled. "Though for food, I must admit the only service you need do is join me for dinner. I'm partial to guests, as it does get lonely here."

He leaned in conspiratorially. “Perhaps we can get Cook to break out the fondue and make us something sweet.” Darton winked and grinned.

Ah, yes. This doctor she was-wasn’t-was enamoured with. “Charming.” He smiled, though he wasn’t particularly interested. “Does it interest you?

"My work includes… Scuffles, from time to time. I hope you wouldn’t be against my dropping by, were I in need of such assistance?"

[dartonthemobster]

He leaned in conspiratorially. "Perhaps we can get Cook to break out the fondue and make us something sweet." Darton winked and grinned.

Ah, yes. This doctor she was-wasn't-was enamoured with. "Charming." He smiled, though he wasn't particularly interested. "Does it interest you?

"My work includes... Scuffles, from time to time. I hope you wouldn't be against my dropping by, were I in need of such assistance?"

Darton chuckled. Not many people felt quite at home in his house. He liked it that way. Keeping people off-balance led to excelent slips of the tongue, intriguing power-plays. “You’ll have to come over sometime, then. Feel free to stop by.”

He sipped his scotch and watched her look around, taking in the vast hardwood hall and its pictures and hangings. “Invite some friends. I’ll hold a banquet. It would be nice to get to know a few more people.”

A woman in a maid’s outfit stopped at the table nearby, carrying a tray of pastries to replace those that had been eaten. She arranged them neatly on their tiered display, then checked for empty alcohol bottles. There weren’t any. She left again.

"So tell me," Darton continued, "how did you find yourself in medicine?"

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Darton chuckled. Not many people felt quite at home in his house. He liked it that way. Keeping people off-balance led to excelent slips of the tongue, intriguing power-plays. "You'll have to come over sometime, then. Feel free to stop by."

He sipped his scotch and watched her look around, taking in the vast hardwood hall and its pictures and hangings. "Invite some friends. I'll hold a banquet. It would be nice to get to know a few more people."

A woman in a maid's outfit stopped at the table nearby, carrying a tray of pastries to replace those that had been eaten. She arranged them neatly on their tiered display, then checked for empty alcohol bottles. There weren't any. She left again.

"So tell me," Darton continued, "how did you find yourself in medicine?"

He offered a cozy smile, watching her accept the praise . It seemed he’d found a weakness. How fun.~

"Ah, well. I’m glad it works out for you." Hopefully he would never experience the sensation himself. Darton wondered vaguely if they could be cut or filed, but dismissed the thought. "I hope you find yourself comfortable here?" Around him, the party hummed and swelled, and the fire in the grate crackled with a mixture of menace and joy.

[dartonthemobster]

We’re gonna play a new game called Top 10 TV shows, because there’s one for films. Write down your top shows and then tag at least 10 friends to do the same.

I was tagged by thepiemakerstouch!

(in no particular order) 

Pushing Daisies

Hannibal

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Phineas and Ferb

Gravity Falls

Poirot (David Suchet version, of course)

Almost Human

Sanctuary

Phineas and Ferb

Ouran High School Host Club

I tag: thegirlfromnapoli, stickitinmyvein, spxctre, cdwalker, averyrook

And any of my followers who want to do this (don’t forget to tag me so I can see it!)

[dartonthemobster]

Map, no map. Don't drive, drive. Make up your mind. But Ples' voice was different, and Darton turned to eye him, conscious enough now to catch the switch. Not that he knew what it was, just that something was different. "You were just saying you didn't want to drive. Make up your mind. And he keeps clocks?"

A rather hurried knock comes at Ples' door.

Another realtor? Really? The ticking man shook his head; he should just put a sign out on the lawn – Not Interested in Selling. He walked downstairs and opened the door.

Not! Interested, thank you-

[dartonthemobster]

He could feel Ples trying to be gentler, trying not to throw him out his door quite so fast. Too late. He was still irritated. "Fine. Draw a map and I'll ask around, then. Or come if you want. I don't care." /Something, anything./ Darton wasn't actively bleeding out, but he was in much more pain than he would like to be, and did not fancy having to play nice with Tibenoch while the man fretted.

Eyes glazed, he stared up through the open trapdoor. "That noise. It's... Amazing."

A rather hurried knock comes at Ples' door.

Another realtor? Really? The ticking man shook his head; he should just put a sign out on the lawn – Not Interested in Selling. He walked downstairs and opened the door.

Not! Interested, thank you-

[dartonthemobster]

Ples heaved him up with a rough hand, and Darton scowled as the man half-pulled him through the basement. "I can walk," he said, rather shortly. Ples' lack of courtesy was beginning to irk him. "Slowly. I said stairs might be a problem." Well, he certainly hoped he could walk. It would be terribly embarrassing to be proven wrong now. "Just give me an address and I'll get there myself."

Honestly, he was surprised Ples knew a shady doctor. Although, considering his actions last night... Perhaps Ples wasn't as straight-laced as he seemed. Hm. He'd have to look further into this.

From the open trapdoor, Darton could hear a cacophony of tikks and takks. His eyebrow furrowed, confused. "What's that?"

A rather hurried knock comes at Ples' door.

Another realtor? Really? The ticking man shook his head; he should just put a sign out on the lawn – Not Interested in Selling. He walked downstairs and opened the door.

Not! Interested, thank you-

[dartonthemobster]

Take Me Home

Luke Darton was quite done with activities for today, thank you very much. He had two wounds that kept seeping blood, a shirt and vest plastered onto him with the dried version of same, and no weapons left but an empty pistol and a makeshift shiv, if it came to that. Not that he was anticipating trouble, but all the same.

At the moment, he was merely shuffling down the sidewalk, looking rather lost. "Excuse me, but would you happen to know where the nearest doctor is?"

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I look fabulous.~

LOOK AT MAH BABY

LOOK WHAT PRINCECANARY DID

WHAT A CUTIE

A commission of my mobster hitman OC Darton, done by the fabulous person who created Gentlemantown, and I couldn’t be happier. Thank you so much!! Y’all should commission this beautiful artist because they are fantastic alright aaaaa I can’t deal with this right now it’s so great *fans self*

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"I-" He paused, gaping slightly. You called my bluff. You cheeky devil. Darton started chuckling, the laugh growing into a full, curling, wincing laugh. "I think I'd rather get to a doctor, first," he finally gasped. "I don't suppose you'd know any that might not ask too many questions?" The man had sewed him up without too many questions, true, but he didn't expect Ples to be that knowledgeable on back-alley doctors.

Alright, stair time. He dropped the few inches off the table onto his good leg. The second step nearly brought him down, but he caught himself on the table with a grunt. "A little help, if you wouldn't mind? I think most of the blood is dried by now," he added, glancing down at his shirt.

A rather hurried knock comes at Ples' door.

Another realtor? Really? The ticking man shook his head; he should just put a sign out on the lawn – Not Interested in Selling. He walked downstairs and opened the door.

Not! Interested, thank you-