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too much exposure. he knew he should stay low. not get involved. but not showing up? the absence would have been counterproductive. thus, here he was. he had taken to idle chitchat and light drinking. mini-activities that help the time pass more quickly. maintaining distance between him and his pet, orion watched the guest come and go. all whom were too preoccupied to notice the real danger in the room.
eyes catching a glimpse of a little diamond in the rough. he was taking a few slips of his coffee, as gaze called her over towards him from across the dance hall.
now if only she would take his bait.
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𝓯𝓾𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝓸𝓸𝓷 𝓫𝓪𝓵𝓵
。・゚゚・orion bartholomew ch. study ・゚゚・。
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when he stepped into the corner store, all the hairs raised on the back of her neck and serena had to pull up her jacket around her again, just to stave off the feeling. her first glimpse of him had been past the chips aisle, just the top of his head — but it was unmistakably orion. serena held the jug of orange juice closer to her chest, her breathing quickening slightly until she reminded herself to cycle through it slowly. in and out, in and out.
she tightened her hold on the juice carton and steeled her nerves as she found herself in the same aisle as him.
“since you’re so concerned about your safety here, then maybe you should just leave,” she frowned, staring straight into his eyes. “or offer a hand. i’m sure you have a lot of resources to share, orion. or are you not as powerful as you act like you are?”
Well.
what a welcoming this was..
orion reluctantly returned the newspaper to its rack. the bold black font, 3 more missing still apparent for the next fool to read. he raised his gaze and was face to face with one of his old, frail friends. not that serena ever took him for one; she always seemed to see right through his schemes and recognized the true man beneath the grin.
"you look as cheerful as ever, serena," words said in a taunting manner.
"tell me, why should i help? i am just a weak human being, there isn’t anything I can do, even with my-” he paused, delicately brushing a feather from her shoulder with his fingertips. " countless assets"
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aristochaton:
something had shifted between them. although marie couldn’t quite put her finger on what exactly had changed yet. she perceived it was something she said. a detail no doubt that had intrigued him enough he had to suddenly cast aside his newspaper and hold her in new regard. At least that’s what marie assumed given the way he now looked at her. ❛ i appreciate a good page turner. ❜ she smiled softly, crossing one leg over the other. ❛ hard guess really. i want to say somewhere remote or out of reach but wouldn’t it be even more sinister if they were still in elias? near home but unable to escape. ❜ her head tipped to the side, gaze sharp as she gave it more thought.
❛ it’d be tragic really, those poor unfortunate souls lost in some void. ❜ she shuddered slightly, the eeriness of it all getting the better of her momentarily. ❛ i-i don’t know if I can figure it out. i’d need more mystery books and true crime podcasts to solve these kidnappings … what about you? do you think you could figure out where these missing folks are or what’s really going on in elias? ❜
a page-turner, indeed. phase two of his unending narrative. a suspenseful story. filled with the most compelling narrative form. his countenance was filled with a sense of pride, and yet orion carried himself throughout the conversation with shoulders held high but relaxed. there's no need to fret; just take the praise in strides he had taken. having done an excellent job of concealing his identify..the the tracks of those that met a horrible fate. small chuckled escped his lips, followed by an Ahheem
“excellent theories. you sure you ain’t a writer?,' he questioned crossing his arms across his chest and shifting his sight to the ground in front of them.
“i have a hunch. but it has an air of morbidity to it. thousands of people are reported missing every day. rates of recovery appears to be low statistically speaking... let's just say that" he hesitated and glanced back at the stranger.
“it’s all too unpleasant to think about. don’t you think?”
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🎃 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ─────────── for as long as he could remember jasper had always feared the monster that lived within side him. he came from a powerful line lineage. the spirit of halloween was a hefty title to be bestowed upon a family. for eons his the skellingtons carried this torch. they were powerful creatures and yet jasper didn’t embrace it. not anymore at least. he was once golden. worshipped and loved by all practically a god walking among men. jasper had never liked the attention that came with being a skellington. the expectations to be this great figure, to fill everyone’s cup but his own. they all wanted something from him and when that scarlet letter was placed upon him they turned their backs on him labeling him a monster.
in a technical sense, yes, jasper was a monster but he refused to be the monster that orion painted him to be. he refused to be a monster at all. the skeleton just wanted a sense of normality now. something to call his own. he had tried to rebuild that here in elias. there was no name weighing him down, no town to sink their claws into him and a sense of freedom he hadn’t known. it was foolish to think he could hide this beast from the world. glimpses were shown here and there. the anger boiling under his skin scared jasper. this darkness that laid within him scared him.
he didn’t want to be a monster anymore.
yet, here he sat. in all the glory of his true form. the very thing he had tried so desperately to hide.
jasper was cognisant of what was going on. he could hear and see orion clearly but his body wasn’t responding to the signals he was sending. it was as if he was being controlled. he wanted to pull away from the empty affection orion was handing him. there was a time that his touch would have seared his skin with desire. long ago he craved to be touched by orion in this way, spoken to with sweet words but jasper knew the devil before him. there was no goodness within him. orion had broken jasper’s heart. when that wasn’t enough he destroyed his life and now ? well, jasper feared what orion had decided to take from him again.
no. this wasn’t him. jasper wanted to scream it until his lungs burned and his throat was raw. this was not him. he was not this diabolical creature orion had diminished him to. while he couldn’t move in his full form jasper could access the rest of his powers that came with being a spirit. he caused the lights to flicker uncontrollably as he stared back at orion with those glowing yellow eyes that didn’t belong to him. the skeleton all but leaned into orion’s space but screamed within while doing so.
“ you saved me this is who i am. i’m tired of pretending. ”
those words were melodious to his ears. never before had he heard something so tender. so sweet. the mere thought of it gave him a toothache. lips now curled into a gratifying grin. warm around the edges, as though he had a secret to share. the fullness of his heart mirrored that of his stomach. yet, this was much more. like the first time he wielded a knife, shot a rifle, or took a life. ecstasy.
orion wanted nothing more than to hear you saved me, over and over again. the credit he deserves for pulling the right strings to make this all happen, long overdue and finally paying off. he was aware that the pendant was to blame for this altered state of mind,but he would enjoy every second of it. after all, it was refreshing to have him in all aspects for once.
portions of him were disheartened, though he would never acknowledge to such frailty. despite the fact that he had the submission locked down. without jasper's tenacity, he felt like something was missing. it was all too easy. he really thought he would at least fight back and give him a run for his money.
fingers guided his chin so he could observe the vacant expression of those dark eyes. closely inspecting the one who meant the world to him, in a twisted sense. orion couldn't fathom how someone could love something so much that they also despised it. nonetheless, here he was seen wiping blood stains off of his pale cheekbones. the fundamentals of the night that told the tale of the unfortunate schmuck who happened to be in the wrong location at the right moment.
“you have quite an appetite. you'll come to enjoy it; the kill...is never as delicious as the taste. gotta say, you surprised me jasper" orion was aware that he was not entirely present; the necklace around his neck was glowing, and the internal war was visible across the protruding veins of his forehead.
“let go, sweetheart. it’s just like old times” words spoken across pumped lips as heated breath teased the possibility of a kiss.
"you now belong to me jasper."
#⊱ ── “you must be - double dead” conversations w/ jasper#tw: mentions of violence#tw:blood#tw: knife#tw: manipulation
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🎃 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ─────────── jasper paced around the cage like a wild animal. it was easy to do so than focus his attention on orion - god anything but orion. the skeleton had always known that orion was demented. there was a darkness in him that jasper had tried to justify for so long. why ? because he loved him. because he thought he could change. because jasper was foolish and gullible enough to think whatever spark of goodness was in orion could be nurtured. he was wrong. there was no saving someone like orion. the man was damned in more ways than one and helping him melt falling into the toxic sludge he made a home in. jasper had tried hard to stay afloat in the mess orion had made but now he was drowning. that same sludge filling his lungs and making it hard for jasper to breathe.
the constant use of pet names made jasper sick to his stomach. the love that should have been filled in those words was replaced with a condescending tone that paired well with orion. his pacing halted as the boogeyman spoke once more. “ what do you mean what i did ? ” jasper spat. “ what the did you make me do, orion ? ” jasper screamed, throat raw now. the door was open and now orion was standing before him. with swift hands, jasper raised his raise sharp claws back as if he was winding up to attack orion. he could do it. he could kill him and end his fucking misery. this game would finally be over and jasper would be free.
he could do this.
but if he did … jasper would be exactly what orion had painted him to be.
a killer.
a monster.
that caused the skeleton to lower his arm and growl at orion. he stepped back to create more space between them but still loomed over orion to let the man known he wasn’t safe in this cage with him. in his mind jasper still held the power with his sheer size and strength.
“ pet ! you fucking- ” jasper stilled, his mind suddenly hazy. his eyes switched from green to yellow a beat after orion’s did. the amulet around his neck glowing as jasper sat down on the ground as he was told.
jasper had always had a history of suppleness. as far back as he could remember. foolishly wandering around with hopes and dreams in his eyes. seeing the good in individuals who did not merit it. orion certainly did not deserve it. yet he nonetheless attempted to alter his character. change the impossible. attempts failed. not when orion knew that his old friend concealed more than met the eye. he'd caught a glimpses of it. but never quite like this. one could say that jasper was already caged. internally, he had constructed a cage, repressing his inner essence. orion was merely attempting to liberate him. provide him with the key. let go. persuade him that the darkness wasn't as frightening as he'd imagined. that this was who he’ll always be.
Oh yes.
Together what a pair they would be.
he stood taller than usual. running his tongue across his lower lip, the taste of his last meal still fresh in his mind. dancing circles across the palate of his mouth. without the inclusion of sweet jasper, this simply could not have been possible. sharper claws and quicker kills had their benefits. with one swift slice, all was over. orion didn't let him finish it, of course; instead, he took pride in the final action, his blade ravenous for warm blood.and warm it was. he was impressed with how attentive he was. so unlike him.
orion took a few steps forward, narrowing the distance between himself and the beauty before him. he came to his knees. a pair of "shhh"ing hands brushed across his cheek. fingers slowly tracing the contour of his howl face. “don't act like that. you are being such a good boy.” mouth twisted into a grin as he cocked his head to study those eyes. “don't you see sweetheart," leaning in till his ear was met by warm breath.
“I saved you. This. Is who you are. aren’t you tried of pretending jasper?”
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🎃 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ─────────── jasper felt sick to his stomach as the devil came into view. of course orion was behind this. it was foolish to think he wouldn’t go to such extreme measures but this ? this was even a lot for orion. jasper believed he finally cracked. the line of insanity that orion often straddles was now crossed leaving the skeleton in the crossfire of his madness. “ what the fuck ? ” jasper all but yelled as panic rose in his body. “ orion what did you do ? what did you do !? ” desperation dripped in his voice as he looked around the cage.
never in his life jasper had felt fear. he was normally the person who brought upon it. he was the spirit of halloween after all. tricks and treats was what he was destined to bring. yet there was another birthright that lived deep in his bones. one his mother had warned him about all his life.
tragedy.
jasper refused to let orion win again. hadn’t he taken enough from ? his reputation, his life, everything that he had worked for and was promised all of it gone in an instance because of this man. someone he once loved but now looked at with pure unadulterated hatred.
no, he couldn’t let orion win. not again.
orion knew he would not appreciate all the hard work and dedication.
he had moved water and earth, not literally, but figuratively speaking of course. if he had a heart, it would have hurt to hear his close friend speak to him in such a dismissive manner. not when he had done all of this for him.
he heaved a sigh, mouth pressed into a rigid, almost pouted line. casually dropping his hand away from the glass, as if in defeat. although this was more of a victory than a loss.. now he just had to convice jasper of this..
he would..
with time
now, all he needed to do is regain his trust and, in a manner, win him over. the necklace he wore would aid him in that task-..along with other things “darling, there is no point in screaming. no one will hear. . i did nothing after all, you on the other hand, wow wow wow.” a look of utter evil spread across his face as he averted his eyes and opened the glass door. walking into the lions den aware of the power he had and the control that accompanied it.
“stop over reacting jasper, it’s a horrible look on you bae. it’s just a temporary home for you pet.”
"why don't you take a seat and shut the fuck up for a second?" he demanded, his eyes glowing with a greenish-yellow tint as he turned to stare him in the eyes.
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location: mama ode’s cafe
❛ HM, ❜ marie’s head turned, awestruck hum slightly muffled by the half eaten piece of beignet in her mouth. curious gaze meeting stranger’s dark hues before drifting down to his newspaper than back to him. she swallowed quickly.
❛ oh, yes … strange isn’t it? i mean it seems random but things like that are never as random as you’d think. ❜ marie noted, taking a sip of her tea. ❛ i mean there’s a pattern right? the way these people go missing, who goes missing, clues left behind, etc. ❜ she turned further towards him. ❛ and i don’t know if it’s truly about public safety in this city. i mean no one leaves their home and expects to be taken. and I’m sure no one in charge of public safety expects anyone to go missing either … although i wouldn’t really know. just thoughts based on reading mystery books and the like. ❜
what an intriguing thought. orion closed his newspaper as he listened to this stranger's ramblings with his head tilted. with regards to repeating structures. sure. there were some memorable evenings in his mind. it was evident that a pattern existed. the little mementos he saved exemplified this. perhaps more intriguing is what he did with the corpses. the dirty little secrets that, in the end, he would take to his grave with him. he slid his hands into the sleeves of his leather jacket and licked his lips.
“you obviously have a passion for literature.” her insight, or maybe more accurately, her way of thinking, was a source of motivation for him. "so, where do you think all these missing folks actually are? you think you can figure out what's going on here?
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— ❛ CLOSED. ❜ @HIGHSTAKESR0LLER· .
🎃 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ─────────── there was a haze lifting from jasper as he eyes slowly blinked opened. the last few hours felt like a blur to him. one moment he was at home and now he was … where he didn’t know where it was. he could tell from the cool floor beneath him that he certainly was not home. groggily he groaned as his eyes tried adjusting to his surroundings. his vision was blurry for a moment as the world began to fade into view. he was in … holy shit he had to be dreaming. there was no way someone would do this to him.
it couldn’t be possible that jasper found himself in a cage.
it was spacious. big enough to contain a monster that could grow unimaginable heights. jasper was indeed a monster than could grow to said heights, further if he wanted to. the skeleton rubbed at his chest when he felt his hand brush against something. oh, the necklace. that was the last thing jasper remembered. a box was left at his front door. the note attached insisted it was a gift. perhaps jasper wanted to believe in a little kindness from humanity after the treatment he had received. it was foolish to think something good could come from anyone in this town.
jasper rose from where he sat on the floor and walked to grip the metal bars of the cage. “ hello ? ” he called out. “ is anyone here ? ”
so simple.
poor jasper was always such an easy mark, gullible by nature. brimming with optimism and aspiration. while, orion on the other hand drank from the cauldron of their fears. yet, he had had enough, he wanted more than a good kill. blood eventually dried up, leaving him dissatisfied and empty.
after receiving his token of appreciation, orion had an immediate epiphany about how-... whom he might put it to good use. very little persuading was required. a modest robbery. an ornamental necklace. an untarnished soul. quite the delicious concoction. all of it came down to this one instant. just one small misstep from jasper.
orin knew exactly what he could use it for. the missing people were just the start of a bigger plot that was boiling below. you see, a small conversation had led him to this. a glass cage. a puppet and now a monster.
the door was unlocked with a thud and a heavy set of footsteps led to the unveiling of a man from the shadows with a wide grin. "well well well, look who's awake," he said, voice unusually upbeat for someone with the power to take someone else's life.
orion approached, lunch tray in hand: "good morning love, how did you" little paused, pressing his lips together, palms on the glass of the home he had built for him. “sleep?”
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location: pick
time: afternoon
easy eights.
a solid target to aim for. as luck would have it, things took a turn for the better, and soon enough, orion was in the thick of it. but it seemed he wasn’t the only one. oriong had seemed to take pleasure in the chaos he created. the sense of foreboding pervaded the city's shadowy nooks and crannies, and soon..oh soon things would be cranked up even more. he examined the newspaper and the little accomplishments, lips curved into a faint smile.
“tsk tsk” he acknowledge the person beside him, lowering the newspaper. “another missing person. now where is the public safety in this city?”
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It’s not like he wasn’t used to stressful situations. His life had always been a stressful situation. There were a lot of feelings that came with working with or for someone who had less than ideal morals. Mainly, Donnie tended to not care when his family wanted very much for him to care. Orion was unhinged at best and Donnie simply didn’t want to deal with it.
“I’d rather not. Sequels are never better than the original.” The only thing appeasing in the office was the cigarette in Orion’s hand. He’d been smoking more than usual and he couldn’t help but watch the man light it. He was so distracted that he almost didn’t catch what the man had said. Almost.
It wasn’t even a thought as he braced his foot on the heavy desk Orion was sitting behind and pushed it so that it was pinning the man to his chair and the wall behind him. Donnie was not weak in any sense of the word and he wouldn’t sit here and let anyone think he couldn’t protect his brothers. “I suggest that you watch what you say very carefully. I am not someone to be fucked with. You have no idea what I’m capable of.”
there we go. that’s what he was talking about it. breathtaking in its novelty and intensity. eyes that stared into the flame of his lit cigarette now caught glimpse of so much wasted potential and promise. wasted potential that he wanted to harvest. to add to his little collection and showcase.
a breathy chuckle escaped orion's lips. unfazed by the close quarters between the wall and the heavy furniture. although his rib cage was clearly feeling the effectiveness of it all, his heart on the other hand was was overflowing. death was never a concern of his before. there are a variety of shapes that possession can take. the night he drew blood, he felt it, and the night he tasted it, he felt it again. this was very similar to those time, but in a new and exhilarating way different. against his better judgment, he started clapping his hands.
“c-careful” words weighed heavily against each other, but the grin on his lips never wavered "what may your brothers think when they find out..that you lost them..the opportunity to find your old man?"
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❛ — GOOD EVENING , ORION . ❜ her gentle tone cracks through the quiet night ; a sleepless one at that . to find the casino closed was , at the very least , surprising , though the establishment itself had little to do with the reason behind victoria's unannounced visit . she was on a mission , one that served her own interests , which might coincide with the interests of another .
as she approaches the man , victoria offers a small bow of her head , making good use of the many etiquette lessons her parents made her attend as a child . ❛ i thought snake eyes stayed open until late into the night , but it seems i've come at a most improper time . ❜ eyes briefly glance at the casino , then land back on the man . ❛ seems like a most unlucky night . are you alright ? ❜
orion was many things. the list of names that came with the association of his name was long and lethal. aware of the eyes that kept their distance made his night a little bit more tolerable from the unsatisfied appetite. still, it seemed no matter what he did, his cup was never empty-..but that was about to change soon. while his eyes were drawn to the most lovely of surprises, he tossed aside the remnants of flame and paper. she can take comfort in the fact that he will likely act astonished at her presence- keyword..act
"well, well, well, if it isn’t ms. evergiot," he grinned crookedly as he stepped over ash and fire with the toe of his boot. "a little late for a lady to be out and about" disregarding her questions, tone of voice hinting sarcasm and notes of hostilities.
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open starter: anyone who dares
location: outside snake eyes
time: midnight
the night came to a swift conclusion for those seeking adrenaline and an effortless victory. with orion’s command, the casino was shut down a bit earlier than expected. sending home the remaining guests with their winnings plus a little less for good fortune. it seemed the businessman was in no mood as he stood outside, the letter he had received blazing in his hands, as the flame slowly consumed the traces of a past he would rather..forget...no. never
“like nothing ever happened” he muttered to himself unaware he had lingering eyes curiously watching.
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there were numerous things orion disliked. the list could go on and on if he had no one to stop him. but the weakening grip..the lost of power had to be at the very top of the list. since his return to this foolish city, the siblings appear to have forgotten for whom they served. who paid their bills. who gave them with a roof over their impoverished heads. with valentines right around the corner, he figured things would pick. after all, the gears in his head had shifted in a sinister direction, and the fun was just beginning. ..with a little help
"if it isn't my favorite witch," orion teased while bumping into the young lady. the very person who was ignoring his phone calls and text messages.
"must be very busy to not answer my calls, are you trying to hurt my feeling sadie?"
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