♚ —— tristanxduffy.

@jamesmrchs liked for a starter ✂

        ^{“ So I totally got interrupted last time I came here to see you. but no worries… I’m BACK.
        Since I’m such a big fan, I decided that we’re gonna be BEST BRO’S now. That’s right, 
        you heard me ——- a bad ass tag team that kills people. Last night I got super high && read 
        shit on some weird fan website about you. I’m totally down with all that blood stuff you did. 
        Blood is GREAT. I know you’re not really into high fives but what about a knuckle touch, dude?? “}

            _{❛    you have ambition. GOOD. like i said, you’ve finally found your calling.   &&. drugs, huh? ah, they’ll never satisfy as the good old murder. you’re gonna learn that soon. reading about me once again… you see, you’re gonna have to stop with that soon. how is it called again? ahhh. GOOGLING. quite the funny term it is, either way. but you know… there are things about me and my hotel that haven’t been quite discovered yet. certainly not in this device of yours. torture rooms that, i’m sure, you could put some good use into it. to… renovate, with some new blood. how do you think of that?      ❜}

♚ —— chaaaaaaaaarles.

Nora has been very annoyed after give birth to Thaddeus, now her baby was 2 month old, and Charles wanted to baptize their child. He chose the godparents, it was deal both of them did. Nora picked the baby’s name, and Charles would choose the godparents for their precious son. Every night when Charles mention to call the godfather, Nora always fake an illness, saying she’s headache, tired, she wasn’t even in mood to buy new dress, and of course her husband was getting pretty annoyed with her.

He never been rude to Nora, but this day she have to ‘prepared’ the dinner the way he wanted, hiring servants, and buy stuffs including new dress for Nora. Thaddeus godfather was James Patrick March. Charles had already announced it, to him and Nora was crying and crazy, all the servants could hear them fighting all the time, and this makes their child wake up, and crying and affecting the nerves of both of them.

What’s the problem about this? She wasn’t even sure Charles’s the real father of her son, she tried to kept herself but James was always trying to seduce her, and she ended having an affair with him. The nanny brought Thaddeus, dressed in a lace, and stayed with him on the room, Nora was trying not to cry, she is ready to receive the visitors in her place.

The doorball rang, her heart explode inside of her lungs. “Go open the door, Nora and be nice.” Charles said while looking at his wife that is clearly distressed. She take a huge breath, holding her own handkerchief close to her mouth, and nose, and the way she look at the door hesitating. But then she wrapped her hand with her own handkerchief to open it. And let a wide smile spread on her face.

“Hey, Mr. March!” Her beautiful crystal blue hues, teary, and she seemed unhappy, she is unhappy, and she let him get inside of her house. “Charles is awaiting for you.” She tried not to look at him, hating this moment, this was a bad idea. James shouldn’t be the godfather of Thaddeus, especially when he’s the biological father. Truth be told James has more highly possibility of being Thaddeus father’s than Charles.

Her husband came after, her to greet James and her wrapped an arm around her waist. “Hello, dear! Would you like some whiskey? Nora isn’t feeling well, those days, right Nora, dear?” He made an warned look to Nora, and she forced a smile, nodding.

              _{Fingertips held an invitation as he would stare down at it’s cursive letters. Ah, at least his surgeon friend had reminded himself that James enjoyed things to be quite formal. Sat down on the back seat of his car, it was only a mere question of time until he could arrive at the residence of the Montgomerys, being accompanied by his wife. Truth to be told, entertaining was one word he would use to describe such situation he had found himself into. A man of culture, albeit being proudly responsible for certain murderous activities that remained a secret to the society yet  (  as it should as long as he’d live  ), becoming a godfather to the child of the woman he once had an affair with.}

                                                       Ah, it was too ironic to be true. 

              _{To say in perfect words how it had started, however, he could not. It was spontaneous, as Mr. March was merely amusing himself with the company of an exquisite beauty with quite the same similar taste as his very own, an attempt of seduction coming from him that was then attended. It was different, to be quite honest. To be with someone else other than his darling Marilyn, especially when this someone else wasn’t a person he was particularly looking to perform his art on.} 

              _{Minutes passed by and they had soon arrived at the desired place, a chofer opening the doors for his superiors as the Marches made their own way to the door  ;   he rang the bell once. Experienced eyes locked into the woman’s ocean ones, noticing the clear change about them  ;   unhappiness. It was quite obvious, actually. Not exactly something March would have to put an effort to discover and, yet, he found better to ignore such a thing.   ❛   Mrs. Montgomery! Always a pleasure,    ❜   A polite smile was offered with his usual charming tone, fingertips reaching out for her hand as he’d placed a small kiss on top of it; a normal reaction out of a gentleman, and yet looking at her he would, a glance almost imperceptible as for his wife should not know.} 

              _{Ah, now he could definitely say it  ;  such house was incredibly well decorated. Not that James wasn’t aware of that already, and yet everything would fit with such harmony and perfection; almost placing an equal rank as his palace of a hotel. Before another thought could even pass through his mind and definitely after his wife would eulogize such archtecture, Charles’ voice was heard. Oh, but the scientist had a particular line of work that he definitely both agreed with and admired. As a fellow enthusiast for the darkness, albeit in different proportions, Mr. March certainly recognized the other’s talent. And yet, there he was; as false and furtive as a snake.} 

              _{❛   Ahh, my good friend Charles. Bring me a Macallan, please,    ❜   Words escaped as he would observe the couple, clearly noticing the blonde’s nervousness. If any other occasion, James would most likely demand for her to stop. Still, he couldn’t. Not yet.   ❛   So it seems. I’m sure your wife will most likely feel better soon, especially when me and Marilyn have come all this way to meet our godchild. Won’t you, dear?    ❜   Oh, but he’d merely hope she’d understand such hidden meaning behind his rhetorical inquirement.}

♚ —— vulgcr.

Once again, she was high, hardly knowing where she was at within the hotel. To keep her body supported Angela leaned against the wall with her shoulder & head, walking while leaning to the side. The fresh track marks in her arm were also a complete giveaway to what she was doing with her recreational time. Angela usually kept to the area she liked best in the hotel but sometimes while the drugs were fresh in her system, she started roam, some what unnaware of what could lurk in the dark corners of the Cortez.

          _{parted lips slowly released a certain kind smoke as a cigar was being held between thin fingers. it didn’t take long until brown eyes were set on a woman’s figure, however, as by observing he then realized certain kind of marks on her porcelain skin. ah, drugs. it was quite hilarious, ironic even, how his palace of a hotel had become some kind of drug addicts paradise. in a way, he would think, it disgusted him. nevertheless, those were always such a perfect choice for his line of work  ;  so much that james wouldn’t complain for the most part.}  

          _{❛    ah, the high. reminds me of my old days, before i had my first taste of what taking a human life felt like… that, might i add, was much more satisfying,     ❜   words escaped followed by a somewhat maniacal smile, and mr. march couldn’t care less whether she was able to understand it or not.   ❛     tell me, my dear, aren’t you afraid to walk this intoxicated around my hotel? it can be a dangerous place, you see.    ❜}  

                              _{ah, but the true danger could be encountered in james himself.}

♚ —— chaaaaaaaaarles.

Nora grabbed her glass of champagne, and took a huge sip on it, and let the glass on the table, taking a deep breath before she continue to speak. “So, Mr. March, I have to warning you, I made everything of my HOUSE. I drawed my house and he did exactly what I was demanding. Secondly, about your hotel, I think is very charming, especially if someone wants some privacy, it’s really comfortable. I bet, you made hidden places, shortcuts in everywhere, am I right? ‘cause this is what I’ve did to my house.” Then, she picked one of the appetizers on the table, and eat it.

“I also must to added, I like the color of this hotel, it’s reminds me the Renaissance time.” Another sip on her drink, while she watched with her crystal blue eyes the darkness of his own. What else he expect to her to tell ? Truthfully? She found the hotel marvellous! What he wants to added there anyway? She wouldn’t touch a finger if she were him.

                           “Do you have a cigarette?”

              _{he’d observe every single motion of hers, fingertips reaching for the other glass as he took a sip from it himself. personally, scotch was his choice of poison ; and yet, champagne was pleasant all the same.   ❛   oh, did you?    ❜  now he seemed impressed.     ❛   i must say, mrs. montgomery —– you do have quite the taste. exactly what i look forward to cortez. that’s the name of my hotel,      ❜   he’d listen attentively to every word, and oh boy, didn’t she just guessed it just right.   ❛    shortcuts, hinged walls, secret rooms… ah, mrs. montgomery, it’s going to be a real palace, you see,    ❜   reaching out for a single strawberry, james would soon take a bite of hit before drinking yet another sip from his drink.    ❛   have you ever tasted strawberries in such occasion? it accentuates the taste of the champagne,     ❜} 

               _{❛    ahh, i knew you had a good taste, indeed! that’s what i was looking for. that and art deco, quite the new style. seems like you and i aren’t as different as i thought after all, nora,     ❜   an emphasis was given to her first name and, truth to be told, james couldn’t expect less from the socialite. with a house being the epitome of class, he was obviously sure that such ideas couldn’t have come out of charles’ mind. not that his friend wasn’t a brilliant man, oh no, however decoration was never his forte. listening to her question, he’d reached out for the inside of his suit, taking out from it a small leather case which contained two cigars and three cigarettes respectively, waiting for her to choose one as he could, such as any gentleman, give a light to it.   ❛   please, make yourself comfortable.    ❜}

♚ —— chaaaaaaaaarles.

“Right. I feel the irony about my husband.” Nora took a seat on the table, while his maids and butler take off her fur coat, and her gaze locked in James Patrick March. She was only there because of Charles, she seemed be the man of their relationship, always taking care of the media, and society while he was busying himself with his chemical toys open people bodies. Well, at the least all Hollywood actresses and actors seeking for him because Charles is the best surgeon.

              _{❛   ahh, but can you?   ❜   there was the slight raise of a brow, trained eyes observing the blonde before him as a question was made ; and, this time, with a hint of a more serious tone. he wouldn’t ever deny about being a fan of the infamous doctor, especially since james had just started with his extra-curricular activities  ;  killing was, as of now, his brand new passion. and surprised he wouldn’t be in knowing it would maintain itself as such for several years.   ❛   i must say, mrs. montgomery —– he has built you quite the house.       ❜}  

              _{a small smirk graced his lips the moment a maid entered the room holding his orders on a silver tray, pouring the alcohol down two legit crystal glasses.   ❛   your champagne,   ❜  a single look was given to it before words could form themselves once again.    ❛   as i was saying… a very fine archtecture, indeed. you see… i plan on building an hotel as exuberant. and i wanted to know, mrs. montgomery, the opinion of an equal exquisite woman. may i count on you?      ❜}

♚ —— chaaaaaaaaarles.

“First of all, will I have benefit from it ? Secondly, do you have a drink to offer? I’d love a Moët & Chandon Dom Perignon White Gold please. Third my family hated when I’m here talking with you, James. I’m just here because of Charles, is not good for a married woman talking with a single man, if y’know what I mean.”

                  _{❛     but of course you are, darling! now, now, we do like to maintain things as mutual here, don’t we? aaaah, charles. charming as always, isn’t he? and families ; such an awful inconvenience. nobody needs to know we are ever talking, dear. i’m quite sure someone will be bringing your champagne right away.      ❜}

♚ —— chaaaaaaaaarles.

“I don’t like it. NEXT!”

                _{next?? did she really say such a thing, almost as if his words were disposable —– NEXT??
         ❛      oh, dear. i don’t think you looked at the situation with full attention. shall i ask you one more time?      ❜}

♚ —— marchisms.

█│║ &.) @jamesmrchs

_{take a knife and make it RED.
use a gun and shoot their head.
take a life, a soul, a THREAD.
be atropos      —–     cut it, and they’ll all be dead.} 

_{words to live by is what he felt. think of a rhyme and use it well. whistle at the time CRIMSON is painting the nearby wall. maybe use a hand to spread it, and have the maid scrub it like it was shower grime. be SICK, be EVIL, be TWISTED. be everything the world outlaws because you could start a revolution ! be you, be greedy, be pure at heart…. he was JAMES PATRICK MARCH.         ——————          but he wasn’t. he was the reflection of the man in the mirror. always checking if there was a wrinkle in his suit. WORRIED ABOUT THE MOST FOOLISH THINGS.} 

_{he’s DONE being the reflection. he’s DONE having his conscience being pushed aside like he was the dirty poor. one more look at the mirror, and MARCH won’t look back the same. NO. in the mirror he stares with anger and confusion. how will the other react to their own reflection staring at them with DISTASTE ??? the world may NEVER know.} 

             _{————— ‘ you disgust me. ‘}

_{einstein once said that the definition of insanity is to repeat the same actions over and over again while expecting different results. a question often present when he decides to think about such subject, but james has done a lot of things, if so he’s being candid enough. nevertheless, there is a certain kind of hollowness that insists on chasing him ; asking for more, DEMANDING that he so tries harder in finding something truly breathtaking.} 

                                                                              _{————— it demands for him to live.}

               _{a jazz melody echoes around the room and an ivory stain on his suit is soon noticed by
               trained eyes, a mere representation of just ah so many (  useless  ) attempts in finding
               something SATISFYING. james march is, by all means, a frustrated man. lost in   his
               own pathetic little world, followed by the everlasting hypocrisy of the twentieth century.} 

                                              _{he wants to let go.
                                                he needs to let go.
                                                  he B E G S to let go.} 

_{an answer for such wishes seemed to have been answered ; such as the ultimate COSMIC JOKE the universe had thrown directly at him, or perhaps a mere side effect of bohemian marching powder, there it was. piercing ebonies providing him a stern stare that, for once, HALLUCINATION was the first thought to pass through james’ mind ; a simple consequence of the intoxication. he blinks once, twice, three times. no. it still looks as impassible as ever ; as if he was being stared by his own soul.} 

                            he’s being lectured by his own soul.

                                               _{❛    a side effect, they say. snort and you shall
                                                       hallucinate. quite the illusion, really.}

                                                               ——————–

                                                       you are not real.    ❜

_{♚ —— @xhypodermicxsallyx​  ;;  STARTER CALL.  ( currently not accepting )}

            _{❛    tell me, do humans still pollute themselves with that kind of garbage?    ❜}

_{♚ —— @cannibclrising  ;;  STARTER CALL.  ( currently not accepting )}

        _{❛    you see… there was this girl —– swedish, apparently, listening to the most peculiar song in my hotel. &. if i recall correctly, some of the lyrics were… what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. I BEG TO DIFFER.      ❜}