Post by WILLIAM WEBB on Jul 20, 2012 20:20:31 GMT -5
!I'm your PLEASURE
[/font] and your PAIN[/u][/font][/size][/color]
{I’ll numb your fear just like [/size][/font]COCAINE[/color][/font]}
[/color] "Sorry, I am so sorry, miss. I didn't mean to-- Sorry. Sorry. I'm a bit lost. Sorry."[/color]
He had a part to play tonight.
He always did, always had some strategy to be not-himself, to be a respectable banker or a struggling writer or a store clerk instead of an internationally infamous master criminal. It was funny, he'd decided, convincing people he was somebody else. Alleviated a bit of his boredom. Also reduced his faith in the human race -- how easily they could be duped by forced body language and a dash of subtle charm.
Either way, tonight, he was an English tourist.
He'd been English for a while, when he went to Cambridge. Picked up the accent and held onto it for dear life, pretended it was his own when in fact he was just mimicking, covering up the sound of poor in his own voice. He dropped it after a while, didn't see the point once he'd refined the Scottish in his voice to something coherent and presentable.
Regardless, it was that same accent he'd used at Cambridge, the sort of middle-class Londoner lilt, that he used tonight.
He'd been at the Alleyway that evening, that's why he was in this part of town. The wifebeater under his gray jacket was stained almost invisibly with blood around the neckline from where it had dribbled down from his nose. He was cleaned up now, of course. A bit pink around the edges, of course, maybe a few misplaced bruises, but nothing too unusual.
They knew him there. Knew to get him cleaned up right and well before he walked out. He was, after all, a very important man.
It was as he was walking back towards his current headquarters, after beating the everloving shit out of a few attempted muggers and cleaning his hands on their shirts, that he spotted the girl.
She was so Americana, it was endearing -- and an amusing contrast to the subtle British patriotism he himself was displaying. Of course, William's real opinions on the concept of national pride tended to vary from indifference to amusement to disgust, but that wasn't part of this character. Right now, he was James.
He pulled his tourist guide from his bag and started to flip through it a bit nervously, looking around, turning. Immediately, he went from predatory and dangerous to floundering and exquisitely human, and he made a point of not looking where he was going so he would undoubtedly bump into the pretty young American girl (as if she could be anything else).
"Oh, bugger!" he exclaimed, stumbling back.
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I'm your[/size] favorite drug - - - [/font][/size][/i] ![/color][/size]
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WORDS: enough
TAG: Kerli!
NOTES: William ily you evil bastard
LYRICS: “I’m Your Favorite Drug” by Porcelain and the Tramps
CREDIT: Zelda. Made for William Webb.
OUTFIT: here
