DC Emerson Kent Whitechapel Division [[ Indie RP Whitechapel/ Sherlock/ Other Tracking tag: dckent]]
Don't wanna be here? Send us removal request.
Text
OOC
// Things are a little hectic at the minute so my replies are very sporadic, I have all replies drafted and will be getting to them when I can :) sorry for being slow!
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
Kent cradled his broken wrist, watching Jimmy Kray carefully, he knew he should just walk away but he seemed unable to move, paralysed with fear. He cleared his throat, dropping his hand from his wrist to run through his hair nervously "I will tell him.." he said those words clearly despite the fear coursing through him along with a small flash anger and worry that this man was openly threatening Chandler, it was evident that he really would act on his words, this was not an idle threat.
Jimmy stopped at those words, he adjusted the suit jacket on his shoulders, doing the button across his waist as he turned back around to face Kent. “Tell him, so will I. I’ll get him an army and I will bring him down, don’t you worry about that. He’ll wish he took my brother’s offer and never got involved.” As Jimmy spoke, he was slowly moving forward again, more darkness in his eyes and a bitter twist to his lips.
29 notes
·
View notes
Note
Anthea would ask if Jimmy Kray did it and then silently show him hers.
"y-yes.. he did this.. yours too?"
4 notes
·
View notes
Text
Write a Headcanon about my character
If it’s good, it will become official.

122K notes
·
View notes
Text
My muse has a black eye but refuses to talk about it, how does your muse react?
26K notes
·
View notes
Text
The first person sending me "Hangover" gets to wake up beside my Character in a Vegas hotel, married to each other after a party night in the city of sin.

3K notes
·
View notes
Quote
Sir, a few of us are going to the pub, bit of a celebration. Would you like to join me- …us?
Kent to Chandler (via thatsnothimble)
176 notes
·
View notes
Text
Kent almost let out the breath that he was holding when Jimmy let go of him but the relief was short lived, the wild look in the other man's eyes and his frantic movements offered no escape and Kent had to hold back a whimper of fear and pain as his face was grabbed and twisted. He looked into the serial killer's eyes, flinching at the disconcerting glint in the Kray's eyes. As suddenly as he had been pinned to the wall, he was back on his own feet, supporting his wait, shakily.. he blinked and looked at his broken wrist, wincing in pain "you won't be able to hurt him" he said in a shaky voice "he has a lot of people who will protect him and he will be prepared".
Jimmy Kray snarled, letting go of Kent, but just as he did, he slammed his hand against the wall beside the man’s head. But all his actions were fast paced and the moment his palm hit against the wall, his other hand was back on Kent’s jaw, twisting it upwards so the DC’s eyes met his own. “You tell him I’m coming.” He growled, shoving Kent back and walking away.
29 notes
·
View notes
Text
This felt different to Kent, it reminded him not only of the striping but also of his father and the way he had mistreated Kent’s mother and even him, Kent always making sure he took the beating and not his sister. Maybe that’s why the scream had been silent.
He looked anywhere but at the serial killer, how could he answer his question, the fear was paralysing and then there was the fact he didn’t even know the answer. "I..I don't know who" he stuttered, mouth dry from fear, his wrist throbbing in pain and his eyes widening further as Jimmy moved his hand to his other wrist "please I really don't know.. no one spoke about it".
The first time he had attacked the DC, screams had filled the street, had forced bystanders to stand by and watch without being able to help. This time, when the snap of pain cracked, he was expecting to hear the same, to hear that same scream, instead, he was left with silence and that forced Jimmy to study Kent more. Narrowing his eyes as he pulled his face back just millimetres from the man’s face.
"Who, then?" The serial killer asked, his hand moving to the next wrist.
29 notes
·
View notes
Text
Kent shivered at the voice in his ear, the voice cold and unfeeling to the point that it sent chills down his arm, the name Jimmy Kray seemed to reverberate in his skull.. how was this even happening. He opened his mouth to respond to Jimmy but the words caught in his throat as he felt the hand curling around his wrist, it was almost like he knew what was coming but that couldn't prepare him for the sharp, searing pain as his wrist was snapped.
Surprisingly he didn't scream, the noise didn't come even though it felt like it should have, he looked at the twin with wide-eyes that were shining with fear and pain, the dull ache from his broken wrist was almost unbearable. "I don't understand.." he stammered "it wasn't him that killed your brother.." as the words left his lips he wished that he had kept quiet, that way this might end quicker.
That makes Jimmy grin, short-lived, but the grin was there, ever present on his face. He leaned in more against the DC, bringing his lips close to the young man’s ear. “You find him. You tell him Jimmy Kray’s coming for him. Revenge for my brother.” As the words left the thin mouth of the serial killer, his free hand travelled down Kent’s arm until his hand curled around his wrist. He took it in a sharp, tight hold before he quickly snapped the bone backwards.
29 notes
·
View notes
Text

"There was an incident.. I can't really go into any detail but it was quite close to here, even though this is pretty much the middle of nowhere..so if you heard anything strange at all it could help us out"

"Two nights ago? Uhm….no not really, I mean we’re out in the middle of the woods here, I don’t think anyone wanders back here. Did something happen?"
9 notes
·
View notes