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Thread: Crawlin' the Walls (CaptainPeriwinkle and Madam Mim)

Johnny Walker is my brother. For a man that had been drinking as long as Robert had, he had an unsurprisingly high alcohol tolerance level. That being said, Robert had drank a lot today. The man was a little offended when she put the bottle away, effectively cutting him off, but she tore his attention away from that when she mentioned the couch. Robert knew he should have eaten before hand, but anyone would tell you that one got more drunk if he didn't eat. Given his circumstances and his job, it wouldn't be farfetched to see Robert drunk in his apartment on a daily basis. He was nearly the definition of an alcoholic, and while he got drunk fairly fast, it would take him just a moment for his brain to adjust and he would become his smooth and suave self again. Well, more smooth and more suave anyhow. The man let out a smile. His vision was beginning to normalize. Well, either that or his brain was starting to adjust. It was odd, for Robert drinking was like going out on the ocean. Things were a little rough at first until one got their sea legs. Then they are fine. For Robert, it was almost the same way. A switch would turn on in his brain, and he would be able to be near fully functioning. This all of course could feasibly just be in Robert's head. He could just be a sad, pathetic, drunk man, which likely was the case, but you would never be able to convince Robert of such. The situation was already awkward, at least it was getting to be that way. Lucky enough for Robert, he believed that awkward was just a state of mind. One didn't experience awkwardness unless one wanted to. If only one person felt like a situation was awkward, then they are the only one who thinks that. The logic was fairly straight forward, but it made sense to Robert. It didn't take him long to react. If she wanted to fool around this evening, Robert was all for fooling around. Kill it. The detective said in reference to her drink, before he grabbed her wrists and pulled her off of her perch. Dragging her over towards the couch, he gave her a wide smile before he sat down, pulling her ontop of him. Robert wanted to make his intentions known. He wasn't just here for a few drinks, he was here for something more.
Thread: Crawlin' the Walls (CaptainPeriwinkle and Madam Mim)

Had he been sober enough to have the conversation, Detective Walker would have found Nora in agreement with him a situation was only awkward if one made it so. Nora didn't feel awkward around the clearly drunk detective, but she had been put on her guard by his rough grabbing in the kitchen. There were plenty of weapons both real and improvised around the apartment, placed strategically by Nora herself. Because of the type of neighborhood this was, several times it had come in handy to know the location of every possible weapon she had, and if it came to that with Detective Walker she wasn't afraid. Apparently it might. Even through her buzz Nora was surprised when she was told to kill her drink, then not given enough time. Walker pulled her off of the counter and dragged her into the living room by her wrists before pulling her onto his lap. The singer's face twisted into an angered and frustrated expression before she immediately leapt up off of him. I'm not your fucking burlesque whore, she spat before the smooth veneer laid back over her visage. She side-stepped over to the radio and flicked it on. Static crackled before a slowish love song came on the radio. Nora's lips turned up in a smile. I just love Billie Holiday, don't you? Care to dance, Detective? She held out her hands to him. It was casual sex Nora didn't expect romance. Didn't want romance, but damn it if she was going to be treated like some common slut! She was going to wait for him to sober up a bit first. Perhaps then Nora would get to enjoy the smooth, sophisticated man she had invited home instead of the drunken idiot who had shown up in her kitchen.
Thread: Take the Money and Run (Madam Mim and CaptainPeriwinkle)

Lenora took the stranger's handkerchief with gratitude. Sniffing, she managed to dab up a bit of the blood that marred her face, put there not by the drunkard but her husband. She winced as she dabbed at a few tender spots. When he guessed at her name she looked down and twisted the simple, cheap gold band around her finger. I see my husband's reputation precedes me. Pleased to meet you, Mr. Banks. Lenora looked up, a little startled when he put his hand on her shoulder. With a small smile of gratitude she took his arm, grateful for the escort home. I'm sorry I don't know you better. Leroy...he doesn't like me to leave the house much, less it's for shoppin'. He likes me talking to strangers even less. Indeed, Lenora didn't get out of the house much. The Brown house was out on the edge of town where she was quite alone without very many neighbors around. It also made for a good, long walk with her new friend. As they walked under the lit street lamps it was easy to see her normally pretty face was bruised up from her husband's abuses, though this wasn't nearly the worst she had ever endured. She dabbed at the cut in her lip to see if it was still bleeding, and when it wasn't she awkwardly handed the handkerchief back to Leonard. Thanks for walking me home, Mr. Banks, she said with as much of a smile as she could muster through the pain. And for that...back there, with Thomas. I'll be sure to let Leroy know. Well...maybe not. He'd kill Thomas. She twisted the folds of her skirt anxiously with her hands, a little nervous around another man. If Leroy saw them even simply walking together, he'd lay a beating on them both. After all, he beat his wife six ways to Sunday and nobody ever said anything, even though they all knew he was the one who did it. Timid little Lenora had never done anything to anybody. So um...what do you do, Mr. Banks? Are you a banker? she chuckled nervously again. I'm sorry, that was horrid of me. I'm sure you get bad jokes like that all the time.
Thread: Take the Money and Run (Madam Mim and CaptainPeriwinkle)

When the option to take his handkerchief came back to him, Leonard shook his head and closed her hand around it. It wasn't that he didn't want it back, okay, yes it was. He didn't want to carry around a blood splattered handkerchief, what kind of message would that send? Besides, it might be better if she kept it as some kind of momento. Leonard didn't know, he just knew he didn't want the damned handkerchief back. He had a few more if he needed them. The walk back to the Brown residence was quite a bit longer than he had expected. He figured that Leroy was the possessive type. The have your cake and eat it too type. It wasn't surprising, just look at the man. He had fallen into the clutches of Paradise. He partook in every vice the city offered, and Leonard was willing to bet he partook in a few more that the city didn't offer. It wasn't all Leroy's fault though. The city had a bad reputation as being a city that could take a good hearted man and turn him into a piece of shit. All one had to do now was add Leroy's name to the list. Still, while it wasn't his fault, it didn't mean that he wasn't responsible. If Leroy ever mistepped he would easily wind up in the hospital, or worse, dead in a gutter somewhere. It had happened to far better and worse men than Leroy. The man nodded when she apologized, no thanks was necessary really. He was just doing what any-. Okay, he was just doing the right thing. He was in the right place at the right time, and he was able to help someone in need out. It wouldn't be long before he was hung in the town square to his death, he might as well try a little bit to get into those Pearly Gates, though he and everyone else all knew that he was damned to spend an eternity with the devil. He had lived a good life though, his eternal fate was to be expected. Hell, he was eager to meet the guy. No pun intended. When she said her poor joke, the man just shook his head. It wasn't that he got it all the time, it was moreso that it was just a bad joke. Banks - banker, how much thought did that really take? He supposed that the sheer fact that she would even say something like that was humerous, and so through his thick guise, he flashed his yellow teeth. He was far from being a model citizen, and his hygiene also suffered for the most part. Nah. If you must know, I'm a bad man . Leonard started, meeting eyes with her for just a moment. I kill, I pillage, I fight. He said with another flash of his smile, this one a little more sinister. I'm set to die tomorrow. Town square, eight in the morning. You gonna be there? He continued with a slight chuckle, although he seemed more than okay with it. He had long come to terms with things, and telling Lenora something she would have already known had it not been for her husband didn't seem to hurt things very much. Don't worry, you aren't in any danger. I'll turn and leave you here if you so choose. I just thought you'd like to know. .
Thread: Take the Money and Run (Madam Mim and CaptainPeriwinkle)

Lenora was a little put off by the man's hygiene, but he was nice enough. She almost laughed when he told her that he was a bad man, thinking it was a joke. But when he invited her to his hanging she looked shocked and took a side step away from him. But on the other hand, he had saved her. Oh, well...it's safer than walking on my own, clearly, she said after a moment's thought. Sounds like you're not much different from any Paradise man, hmm? Lenora did look around, however, as she walked through town. Particularly when they left the main town, she glanced around to make sure there wasn't anyone to see her and tell Leroy that she was walking home with another man. He took more than his fair share of the whores downtown, but she wasn't allowed to so much as look at another man, nevermind talk to him. Well um...this is me, Lenora said quietly as they reached her stoop and walked up the steps to the door. It's a shame, y'know. That your hanging is tomorrow. You could have been a good friend, I think, Mr. Banks.
Thread: Take the Money and Run (Madam Mim and CaptainPeriwinkle)

When the two of them arrived at her home, Leonard was more than just a little reluctant to let her go. He was a little confused about her comments about his hanging the next day. A few friends would do little to nothing to help him in that situation. In a weird way, Leonard almost wished that no one would show up. He wished that he could just die in peace. The hanging wasn't what disturbed him, it was dying in front of people who actually cared for him in such a brutal manner. It would be easy for him, but painful for everyone else. The man glanced into her eyes. His own blue orbs showing mainly remorse and regret. It was odd that they allowed him out of the jail on his last night on this Earth. He supposed that they trusted the townsfolk enough to just stay and get what was coming to them. Though, it had been awhile since someone had been executed in the fair town. As of right now, he had all intentions to go to his execution. He got caught, and he deserved his punishment. He had nearly nothing to live for, no one to live for. Any way he cut it, it was his time and he had had one hell of a ride. The eyes desperately searched hers, before he turned and reached his hand out. Spend this last night with me. He realized what his words sounded like, before he shook his head. He was having a hard time searching for the words. He didn't want to share a bed with her or anything, he just wanted some company on his last night on Earth. Not in that manner. I mean, come with me. Let's fall asleep under the stars, jump into a waterfall, live life to it's fullest The words were starting to come alive for him now. There was more than a fair amount of excitement in his voice. He was asking her, no, pleading with her as his final wish. If she said no, he'd be crushed, but he wouldn't show it. He had one of the better poker faces around. Leonard just felt as though it'd be nice to experience what it was like to have a significant other. Years of womanizing had left him with a black hole for a heart and terrible expectations.
Thread: Take the Money and Run (Madam Mim and CaptainPeriwinkle)

There were a few, awkward moments on the front porch, twisting her fingers together nervously while Leonard seemed to be thinking. Then he asked the unthinkable and Lenora took a step back. Her mouth dropped slightly with shock. Mister Banks, I'm a married woman! Besides, if Leroy knew you had even-- But then he explained himself and Lenora's face softened. She understood now. It was his dying wish. Her mouth opened and closed a few times as she searched for the words. Finally, she stumbled through a question. I...have you had dinner? We...I could...I mean...Oh just...I'll be back. Lenora was glad it was dark so the handsome stranger couldn't see how flustered he'd made her with his question. She left him standing on the porch with the door slightly ajar, returning a few minutes later with a cloth bundle under one arm and a bottle in the other hand. Having more of a taste for hard liquor, Leroy had let be the few bottles of wine they had had for a few years. It was a very good vintage, and Lenora figured it was going to waste in their house this man may as well have a decent wine the night before he died. I guess...we could have a bit of a picnic as well, couldn't we? she suggested timidly, taking his arm with some hesitation. I mean, it's just some horse meat and some bread, couple of apples...but I'm sure it's better than whatever the jailer would give you for a last meal.
Thread: Take the Money and Run (Madam Mim and CaptainPeriwinkle)

At least she seemed excited. She may not have said anything, but the way she moved told him that she was excited at least to spend his last night with him. Standing on the porch, he let out a little sigh, lighting up a cigarette, turning and sitting down on the stairs. He wondered how she had gotten into this situation. Leroy had been a piece of shit, at least in Leonard's head. He had known Leroy for a few years, and almost immediately from the get go, Leonard had categorized him as a piece of shit. Maybe he had changed a fair amount, this city tended to corrupt those who had weak resolve. That must have been what happened. As he sat, his stomach audibly grumbled and growled and Leonard was happy that Lenora was going to make some food for him. It would be nice to have a homemade meal instead of that slop that was served at the prison. The shit was inedible, and because of this, Leonard had lost a fair amount of weight in prison. It was tough for him to eat, and if he did, his body would more often then not reject the food. Hearing her footsteps of return, Leonard breathed in one last drag of cancer before he put the cigarette out, standing, and greeting her. Letting out a deep laugh, Leonard Banks smiled at the woman. The dim light from the oil lamp on the front porch doing little to light his face, but what little light there was caught well defined smile lines around his mouth. Leonard was the type of man that was always laughing. He found joy in the little things. Something someone would say before there was a bullet between his eyes, how casual most things were when he was committing a crime, a picnic under the stars of nothing more than a little horse meat and some bread that part of him knew would be a little stale and a little old. Of course it was better, it actually seemed edible! That sounds fantastic. Horse meat is one of my favorites! The man lied. He absolutely hated horse meat, but she was right. It was better than the shit at the prison. Besides, he had always been a very good liar. She didn't know his tells, or his tendencies. Besides, she likely wouldn't even question him. When their arms were linked up once again, Leonard led them a little past the house and deeper into the grass fields that were right behind it. When they had gone aways, he stopped. Grabbing the blanket from her, he unfurled it and spread it out before he found a spot. The stars were as beautiful as they always were. Out here, they could see almost everything. Look, I have to know. What do you see in that scumbag Leroy? I mean, I have known dat boy for a few years, and I always knew he was a scummy individual. Leonard said through a mouthful of bread. It was his last night, what was the worst that could happen through a few probing questions?
Thread: Take the Money and Run (Madam Mim and CaptainPeriwinkle)

Lenora didn't have to know his tells to know that Leonard wasn't telling the truth. Nobody actually likes horse meat it's greasy and gamey and the taste isn't always the best, either. He was only being polite and she knew it. You don't have to lie, Mister Banks, she said gently. I don't like horse meat either, but Leroy...well, most of the money he makes goes to booze and women. We don't exactly have much left over for food and such. She flushed and looked away, hesitant to speak ill of her husband. It usually made its way back to him when she did, and then she got it worse. Her black eye throbbed a little as a reminder of this. The two made their way out to the prairie that surrounded the town. The last few houses on the edge of town, hers included, became nothing but small black silhouettes in the darkness. Lenora looked up at the stars and smiled. They were gorgeous and it was almost like looking into the face of God Himself. She thanked Leroy when he took the blanket from her and laid it out. Sitting down, she pulled out the food and wine. The wine Lenora poured into two regular tumblers since the Browns didn't own wine glasses--not anymore, at least. Leroy had thrown her grandmother's crystal against a wall in a fit of rage one night, and for once Lenora actually had had the courage to fight back. It was a mistake she learned not to repeat. Lenora sighed when Leonard asked his question. He was...different when I married him. He was kind, thoughtful, funny, and a good husband. Then we broke down here in Paradise on our way out to California and...well...it changed him. I guess I just keep hoping that one day he'll wake up and realize what's happened, and maybe I'll get my old Leroy back.
Thread: All The World's A Stage (CptPeriwinkle&Mdm Mim)

Now ladies and gentlemen, if you will turn your gaze skyward you may be able to spot the rare, delicate Russian bird as she gracefully soars from branch to branch, delighting the eye even as she defies gravity. The ringmaster's voice sounded through the microphone as he gestured with a flourish up toward the supports of the tent. But what's this? She is a little shy tonight she does not want to fly. The spotlight fell on Natasha up in the rafters. Makeup around her eyes glittered in the light as she took a deep breath before stepping onto the thin wire in front of her. Her foot wiggled a little but she stayed steady. She got out to the middle of the wire and the audience gasped as she flipped forward onto her hands. Gripping the wire she slowly turned a circle before taking one hand from the wire and holding it out to the side. Bending at the waist, she held her legs out parallel to the ground for a few moments before bringing her feet back to the wire and standing, holding her arms out in a finish. Balancing herself once more she started to walk to the support opposite from where she had started. Careful, little bird, the ringmaster's voice warned, though he was no longer in the ring below her, you don't want to fall! At his words the wire began to wiggle back and forth dangerously. Natasha's mouth opened in surprise and she put her arms out to steady herself. The audience cried out in alarm and concern for her safety there was no net below to catch her if she fell. Several women and children screamed as Natasha's feet slipped and she tumbled toward earth. But midair she turned a sommersault and seemed almost to float for a moment before reaching out to catch a trapeze bar, the sheer chiffon skirt around her full leotard clinging to her legs before she tucked and rolled between bars. The audience gasped and applauded as she turned several flips between bars. Her knees were curled around one bar as she gripped the other. Hanging between the two bars for a moment she let go with her legs and swung up to the platform and took a brief bow in the spotlight before climbing down. Ah, such a graceful bird, eh? The ringmaster chuckled. You were a bit late, Natasha mumbled with a scowl. I almost missed. Barry, who was in charge of her cue for the bar, shrugged. Not like you woulda been hurt, he said, unconcerned. No, but then we'd have news crews from all over the world wanting to know how a girl like me survived a two hundred foot fall yes? Natasha scowled as her feet touched the ground and she stalked off. It wasn't the first time Barry had been late and she was beginning to wonder whether he was testing her, and if it was just for fun or on someone's orders. I swear, one of these days he'll go too far and then everything will all be his fault, Natasha grumbled, mostly to herself as she pushed aside the curtain backstage
Thread: All The World's A Stage (CptPeriwinkle&Mdm Mim)

Backstage, the man couldn't see what was going on on stage, or what was happening. All he heard from time to time were the gasps of the crowd as the act before him performed her death defying, high altitude acts. The sound of the applause filled the back of the tent, and he knew he had to get ready to go. He was dressed like a fool, simply put. Being one of the newer additions to this traveling circus certainly had it's downfall, and costumes was likely one of them. He was wearing an almost skin tight onesie of nearly the same orange color. It wasn't flattering, nor did it make him look good. It was just a costume after all though. Hearing his introduction, Blaine stepped onto the stage in a flurry of simple pyrotechnics. Blaine had been lucky enough to have been gifted with control over fire. He could swallow it, manipulate it, and even control it. He hadn't figured out how to shoot it yet, but it didn't hurt him. As a matter of fact, he barely even felt it when he was doing his act. It was just something that was there for him to use, like water, or the sand at his feet. It wasn't his first time up on stage, but it certainly didn't mean the butterflies in his stomach were quelled. Our newest addition, please put your hands together for the amazing Fire Eater! The three hot spotlights in the room turned their attention on him as he made his way out on the stage. A fire burned fairly dimly in the center of the arena. Holding his trusty stick, Blaine lit it aflame by just sticking it in the fire. It caused the fire in the middle to start to flicker a little more, losing a little bit of it's light and a little bit of it's size. It was close to dying. Oh man, I don't even know why he's here. The fire is dying! The ring master called out much to the amusement of the crowd. It was growing quiet now, and Blaine could hear the individual murmurs within the crowd. A little boy complaining to his parents, the single man coughing, the rustling of whatever garbage there was floating around. All of the attention was on Blaine as he showed the stick on fire to the crowd, spinning slowly. Finally, he turned his face to the sky, slowly placing the fire at the end of the stick in his mouth, before withdrawing it and showing the crowd the flame on the stick had been put out. But what about the fire? The ring master cued him. Lifting his eyebrow, Blaine played along, shrugging, and feigning as though he was going to walk away, putting actual distance between him and the fire pit. Stopping nearly on a dime, he held the stick up and blew. A torrent of fire shot out of his mouth, lighting the stick and giving a little more than a boost to the fire in the center of the tent. The crowd roared up, as the fire must have travelled ten feet or more. Eating the fire on the end of the stick, Blaine dropped it and bowed before disappearing into the back once more. Another show down. . .