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Post by Bishop Damian on Apr 17, 2016 12:33:11 GMT 2
Around seven o'clock at night, the streets are calm, people are slowly making their way back home after a day's work. That's at least what takes place in the main streets. Then you start to walk through the dark alleys, between brick walls and trash, careless to the clothes you may get dirty on your way there, because in the end, there is the real party. You see some light, coming from a wide open door, some music escaping the gap within a building. And then you see him, a man flying out from the light, like a hellish spawn of Satan thrown up from heaven itself. Bloody and drunk, half laughing and half crying on the concrete as more men appear in the scene, their heads deformed by laughter and red noses, having the time of their life. They point their fingers at the man on the floor, some exchanging money with one another.
The man on the floor gets up, slowly and painfully, looking back inside with wide eyes and a look on his face of someone who just didn't get enough. He runs back inside, yelling. He passes the men making the frame of the door to end up in a circle of sweat and heat, the stench of alcohol filling up the air, the loud music and encouraging cries of the crowd make for the greatest of hell. Because this is the perfect mix of hell and heaven, mayhem of passionate wrestling.
In this empty circle, made possible by the even understanding and invisible line keeping the other men out, there was one other person, blue hair, sweating bull, standing calmly and straight, waiting for his opponent to come get some more. This wasn't Bishop's first time here, he was a fairly common customer of the Sinking Chicago as they call it. A bar by day, a private Fight Club at night, starting at 7 o'clock. That was where the man came when he needed to really blow off steam and didn't feel like getting in bed with anyone. And quite frankly, to him this was much more enjoyable than any of the Tiger Den girls.
His opponent seemed to be hesitant about fighting the blue bull again, but he had bets to win, and a raging need to satisfy his prideful and fight hungry mind. He was so hesitant, Bishop had the time to drink some beer before his opponent grew balls. He lunged forward, and Bishop threw the rest of his beer into his face, not stopping him as he was launched, but blinding him for a bit. Bishop took a punch on the shoulder for the sake of show before he stepped to the side, and waited a second for the man to raise himself and turn his head towards him. Hello.
A strong dry blow was delivered into the man's beer drenched face, occurring a small momentum where the man was still standing before he slowly fell. He was out. It was rare for Bishop to have a worthy opponent, but when it happened, it was glorious. This guy wasn't very impressive, and quite frankly Bishop was ready for round two if anyone wanted to go at him tonight. There were cheers, and to take a break he sat at the counter and got a new beer, free for him since he was one of the reasons why the owner of the establishment made so much money in the first place. Bishop and some other fight heavy guys nearly ran the place. If they stopped fighting or coming, then the Sinking Chicago would probably be forgotten in less than a year.
With his sweaty shirt, he drank his beer, enjoying his night so far, and only asking for it to become more interesting. Fighting was the soul of all men, a way to let out the bestiality in everyone, blow off steam and show that you are worthy of life.
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Post by Bishop Damian on Apr 3, 2016 11:44:29 GMT 2
The man had left Spencer in the bed with a loosened tie around his neck while he got dressed. The strange night had become rather normal because of this last event. What wasn't normal was the whole talk and drug action. When he finally put back his clothes on he reached out for his tie and put it back around his own neck. He took out the money from his pocket and frowned at the pile of green. He simply threw it on the table without bothering to count what was in there and slipped it into Spencer's coat pocket. What was in there? Like, 800 bucks? Yeah that must be about it. Bishop had money to spare, you should see how much he's ben paid through the years of being a bodyguard. He didn't lack in that field of life.
He walked out of the room, unlocking it and closing back the door without paying attention to the noise he was making. Once he reached the locker he changed his clothing, like he did the day before and exited the building to take the car to the Bianchi Manor. How did he come to live there? Well someone had to keep an eye on the family 24/7. He wasn't alone of course, and that was why he worked at the Tiger Den twice a week. Usually he coincided those days with Theresa and Shaun's own plannings. When they were at the mansion and didn't have to go out for any conference or meeting, or anything else that would require the man's presence.
Once inside the mansion he went back to his room, setting his clock to 5am and working out for quite a bit before he found himself ready to go to bed. He didn't think about what happened, and during his next shift at the Tiger Den, which should be next week, he highly doubted to see Spencer again. It wasn't his problem anymore, but if he saw the man carrying heroin or any other types of drug with him inside the Den, then Bishop wouldn't bother and will touch a word of it to Shaun. The firing order would probably be immediate. And Bishop would have no emotional attachment to refuse.
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Post by Bishop Damian on Apr 3, 2016 1:47:14 GMT 2
It didn't take him much effort to be understood and yet Spencer seemed to hesitate for a moment before complying and joining the flow of actions. The man had brought this upon himself, not the other way around. Could Bishop refuse? Of course he could. The only person he couldn't refuse such a thing to was the Bianchi godmother, and even then who would even want to refuse? But in this present situation it was best to blow off steam this way rather than taking it on anyone who didn't deserve it. If Bishop even such a bumped into Valeria Bianchi on his way back at the mansion he could already imagine what spawn of anger and trouble it could create. His first encounter with the woman didn't end up well, and they had made each other a favor to avoid being together in the same room.
He removed his belt and pants, slipped off his shoes and socks before carefully removing the buttons of his white working shirt. The numbers of buttons he or others had broken was beyond measure, explaining his care and slow pace to remove them. He didn't remove his shirt however, since it made him feel bare not to have it, and he hated to feel weak, especially in bed. One could argue he had no weakness to show for Spencer, but it was a habit he learned to appreciate. The man was already on the bed, his slim figure looking like it could break at the slightest of tension. The bodyguard crawled right on top of him and took his undone tie from around his neck, tying it nicely around Spencer's neck. The sight itself was pretty spectacular, or such a big guy with that thin man.
He held the tie and put a strong hand upon the man's chest, intending to get on with this without any 'big' casualties.
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Post by Bishop Damian on Apr 3, 2016 1:15:24 GMT 2
3,2,1-snap. Bishop was gone, two fingers rubbing against each other while his arm fell on the side of the armchair. His gaze was lost in emptiness as he ran through his mind all the possibilities of torture one could possibly accomplish on a man. There was the bathroom, with all the water and the possibility to get hot and cold. There were chairs and tables, and the knife in Bishop's pocket could prove quite entertaining. He felt like reaching into his pocket, grab it and get on with the games. He had made a dangerous choice (for Spencer of course) to lock himself inside a room with a man who had the nerves to push him over the edge. Bishop was a man with a short temper, and his temper had lasted far too long.
He heard Spencer's voice pull him slowly out of his torpor, dream state of red, blood and violence. He turned his head slowly to the man, the desire to kill had grown in them. Bishop's anger was very gradual, and it was proven in this point. The man offered services, favors as he called them. The bodyguard looked at the man for quite a while, knowing exactly what he meant, but trying to decide if this was something he craved so bad. How much good would it do, and most importantly, how much bad will it spawn? He was willing to give the man money, and giving it freely was still an option. But the fact that the option to have something in return for the money was tempting. Bishop wasn't easily bribed, but this wasn't the type of bargain the man found himself to refuse very often.
He stopped rubbing his fingers together and got up, looking at Spencer silently as he loosened his tie, letting it undone, hanging on each side of his neck, he slowly came forward, removing the buttons of his shirt, his face tensed into a frown as he seemed to be judging Spencer with is eyes. He bet he had just earned himself yet another hatred pill, someone to curse his soul until his death, but considering who was sitting on the bed in front of him, he wasn't worried about the cursing lasting too long.
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Post by Bishop Damian on Apr 3, 2016 0:28:15 GMT 2
He contemplated as the rush took the man, making his heartbeat slow down gradually. He noticed the scars and other fantasies on the man's legs and he didn't even need those to guess from which environment the man was from. The fact that this Jenna died last night already told him that Spencer wasn't the type to live in some fancy house on the coast. No it was very likely that Jenna was his companion and that she died of overdose, explaining why Spencer wanted to end it that way as well. He wasn't interested as to how or why Spencer fell into drugs, anyone could fall to it for various different reasons. What interested him more was to know how his daily life was, even though he suspected that it couldn't be very glorious. He worked at the tiger den and didn't seem to enjoy it, however it actually paid pretty nicely. If it was worth it was your own choice and taste.
All this action didn't leave Bishop's metabolism untouched, but he kept that well hidden. He loomed over Spencer, his frown still there as he shook his head. "Rome wasn't built in a day." he then took a few steps around the room after stepping away from Spencer, like a lion in a cage, unsure of what to do yet ready to jump at the bars. Until Spencer was officially fired or he officially quit, Bishop wasn't allowed to harm him to a certain extent. But anger was building up and he needed to do something about it. And since he wasn't the type to yell he made the armchair tumble away from him as he breathed through his nose, keeping himself calm despite the brutal action. He looked at the door, thinking he should perhaps go blow off some steam with any of the remaining workers who may be willing or just too provocative.
He set the armchair back up and removed his suit, hanging it on the backrest before sitting back into the chair, ignoring Spencer for the time being so he wouldn't commit any mistakes while being the raging bull he had become. The cigar he had in his mouth earlier was now on the floor, but he wouldn't bother to pick it up. He wished he was elsewhere so he could break everything in sight. But this was why he was sitting down in this armchair, to avoid that from happening. Everyone in hell right now knew he could break Spencer in two right now if he wished to do so.
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Post by Bishop Damian on Apr 2, 2016 23:49:17 GMT 2
Again, disrespectful. It was starting to crawl into the man's mind, anger boiling slowly in his veins the more the man talked. Why was he so determined to be oh so godawful pathetic? Bishop's hands slowly clenched together, and so did his jaw, the line between his brows defining itself slowly. He put the money away, sliding it back into his pants as he saw anger boil in Spencer as well. He didn't look like the type of man who would dare face him, but strangely enough, despite the odds and anything else happening, the man still had the blind balls to insult him. Bishop, the man who worked to protect him and all the other workers here. "Fucking gratitude." he said of a low rumbling voice, like a storm slowly coming.
Spencer got up to get to his stash, filling the needle to a point of no return. Bishop eyed the thing with spite, slowly building up to the point of explosion. Despite himself never caring about anything or anyone, he found himself caring about a couple of things. And one of them was suicidal people. He had no respect for them, and when he could he would forbid them to end their lives, even if it meant forcing them to make him angry enough so that he would end them himself. So the sight of Spencer ready to end it here and now was hitting the end of the tunnel for the blue haired man. To him, life was to be lived, until the last second.
The slim man got up and dashed to the door, ready to leave, but before he could reach it, Bishop had sprung from the chair and took long strides to get to him. He grabbed Spencer by the collar of his shirt and pulled him backwards, locking the door while Spencer flew back. He then turned around and grabbed the needle from the table before kneeling next to Spencer, emptying the needle mostly onto the man's clothing then taking his arm and slapping it a few times to get the veins to react. None seem to react enough for this to work so he held the needle between his teeth, and picked up the man to lay him on the bed, a hand on his neck as he pulled Spencer's pants with the others. There more veins could do the trick, so he plunged the needle in, caring to block the man tightly so he wouldn't protest. "Dying is easy you fucking coward!" and Bishop knew exactly what he talked about when he said that, previous episodes of his life, like Alaska, emerged in his mind, only participating in making his anger grow towards the man. He should put him to sleep with a simple strangle, keep him in the room or drag him back to the Bianchi Mansion so he could put him in the cooler there and get him to want to live life more than anything else.
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Post by Bishop Damian on Apr 2, 2016 21:53:02 GMT 2
He carefully watched Spencer yearn for his stash scattered on the floor. He looked like a dog circled with treats he wasn't allowed to eat. Bishop could see in the way the man bit his lip that he just wanted to run to one of those syringes so he could send himself to heaven with a small dose. That is if heaven is still close or if it slowly became distant after each usage. How many people had Bishop been asked to deal with who had drug problems? Quite a lot actually. You probably wouldn't be surprised to see that most Bianchi dealers or underground thugs were highly dosed on the subject. There were two ways he dealt with them: He either just eliminated them because they were disposable for the Bianchi. Or he went through an extensive and painful cure of their dependence where they learned the meaning of life the hard way. He wasn't supposed to do the same with with Spencer for the reason was that he wasn't a key element of the Bianchi business. Yes he worked for them, and yes he was disposable.
Tell that to that man now and you've got yourself an even more suicidal subject. However he listened to the man's words before trying to decide what to do with him. As suspected there was something that put him in this situation, and the reason was not extremely surprising. Bishop didn't know who this Jenna was and for all he knew it could have been the man's hamster. However, pet or not pet, lover, sister, brother, hamster, it didn't matter. Someone was dead, done. "Do you think it matters if someone's dead? You're still alive from my point of view. So you better get some work done. I can advance you for tonight since you were in no shape to host any clients. Even though I'm sure there are some who enjoy a sobbing man." he said, a bitter tone in his voice before he looked at the stash on the floor.
He made a head gesture towards it. "Go on, take a shoot" he said, taking out a cigar for himself, putting it between his lips but not lighting it for the moment, nibbling on the end of it distractedly. He then searched in his pocket for some money, knowing he'd have to pay either the man or the front desk for this. Probably both. He hated doing favors, especially for people he believed didn't deserve it.
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Post by Bishop Damian on Apr 2, 2016 20:26:59 GMT 2
He walked back in the room, only to see that Spencer didn't move one bit. It wasn't surprising, however what would have been surprising is if he had been able to get himself out of there. The man seemed in pain, and Bishop guessed he didn't get any shoots in quite a while. But he didn't have the intention of giving him what he craved, nor did he intend to release him just yet. He took a comfortable armchair, pulling it so it faced Spencer. He leaned back into the chair with a sigh, resting his head in one of his massive hands, caressing his temple with a finger while he locked his eyes on Spencer, asking himself what he should do with this man. It didn't seem like he was a very good investment for the Bianchi, and yet he still had quite a few clients each night he worked. He was disrespectful, considered himself above everything else and didn't seem to value his own life very much. Bishop wouldn't be surprised to learn the man didn't actually have a home.
And so it went on, the silent analysis of Spencer Blackwell. Bishop took notice of the sweat, the way the man looked at the ceiling, the emptiness in his eyes, the way he shook, all the marks on his arms from the shoots. He was probably coming to a point where he needed more and more to feel anything, and obviously a lot of his veins were done. Close to committing overdose. And maybe the man would have done it if Bishop didn't come to tie him up here. He adjusted his position in the armchair, leaning forward to get up from it and untie Spencer from the chair. He'd then step back and sit in the armchair once again, his eyes remaining on Spencer as he crossed his hands over his chest.
"I'm not here for therapy so just spare me endless whining of your poor life choices. Just explain, I don't cry for sad stories." he spoke in a low tone, ready to hear Spencer do all those things anyway.
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Post by Bishop Damian on Apr 2, 2016 10:30:22 GMT 2
Pathetic, that was the word defining Spencer the best right now. Even more so when he started to share his desire to leave this world. Bishop rolled his eyes, feeling like all this will take much more time to deal with than he had first intended. His fifteen min break was already nearly done, and Spencer was still in no shape to work tonight. The desire to drag the man outside and end him there like cattle brushed Bishop's mind more than once. However he didn't have the authorization to eliminate any employees unless he was given the order by Shaun or Theresa herself. But the idiot apologized, good news for him. It's always nice to apologies for stupid attitudes, apologies to the people you bring discomfort to because of your mediocre actions.
He took the shower head and balanced it on the faucet to turn it off with one hand while the other still held Spencer's hair. He then got up, grabbing the man by the shirt again. He couldn't care less if he wanted to end his life, but he'll have to do so after his work day was done and outside the building. Otherwise the PD would be sure to hold it against the Bianchi. Anything to make them guilty these days. Spencer was shivering, showing the cold shower did it's job correctly. With a room at this temperature, the man shouldn't get sick, so hypothermia was not an option. He took the man out of the tub, this time carrying him more than dragging him, and he set him back in the chair. He then set himself to find something rather particular in the room. Surely they must have it with all the discustingly kinky things they hid. And without surprise, Bishop found a set of ropes, which he took to tie Spencer to the chair.
As he did so, and if he didn't get any thrashing or defensive attitude from the man, he would explain his actions, like all good torturer would do. It's only fair to let your victim know what they were in for. It's also psychological warfar but no one needs to know that. "My fifteen min break is almost over." He tied the ropes tight enough so the man wouldn't be able to get out. And the way the ropes were tied was done in such a way that if Spencer tried to move his arms or legs to set himself free, chances are he will dislocate both his arms. "So you will have to wait the end of my shift before I can come back here and we can deal with this 'living' issue you have." He looked at Spencer, his face calm again, but always ruled by that serioussness that made Bishop, Bishop. He had no shame in what he was doing, and didn't care if Spencer was uncomfortable.
"Think hard about what you wish to say, it would be a shame if after hitting the bottom you'd want to end it all instead of climbing back up." That was Bishop's way of seeing suicide. To him, when you reached that point, you hit the bottom and nothing can appear worse. So by his logic, you can only get back up and things can only get better. He patted the man's face, forcing some blood back in those vessels. He would then get back up, and if nothing was said on Spencer's behalf, Bishop would leave the room and lock it. He'd then go to the front desk to explain Spencer's incapacity to work tonight. And like he said he would, he would resume his shift until it was done. And like promised, he will come back in Spencer's room to deal with him.
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Post by Bishop Damian on Apr 1, 2016 20:45:28 GMT 2
The look in Spencer's eyes, it wasn't one of someone who was completely smashed, it was closer to someone who was emotionally struck. There weren't many expressions on the man's face, so one could argue about that statement. But he kept the man on his seat, a hand on his shoulder as he explained the situation, and it seemed the man wasn't even listening that much. "Are you listening to me?!" asked the bouncer with a frown right before Spencer started to speak. Angry was he? And that reference to Smurfs, as if Bishop didn't hear it enough. However it wasn't because he heard it a thousand times before that he wouldn't do anything about it. This man was acting like a diva when he didn't even deserve the treatment of such. So he'll get it, the treatment he deserves for being this way without any explained reason, or an apparent reason for that matter.
Bishop's frown defined itself further, his fingers slowly curling around the man's shoulders, true weights like a snake coiling around someone, slowly imposing the kilos of weight possible to inflict to the victim. The folds of Spencer's clothing slowly pinched between Bishop's fingers, soon allowing him a safer than safe grip on the man. Enough of this. Bishop raised himself up like a spring, lifting Spencer up with him yet again and dragging him across the room, not caring to lift him up enough from the ground to avoid the man's legs to brush on the floor. In every room, there was a bathroom. In every bathroom, there was a sink, but there was also a toilet, and ofc, a tub with a shower head. "I'll show you blue." he walked through the bathroom door with long strikes, still dragging Spencer behind him with one hand.
He reached the tub and flung Spencer over the edge, blocking him between his legs and pushing his head down, grasping his hair to get a better hold before turning on the shower head with the other hand. He set the shower to the coldest water he could get and pushed the shower over the man's nose and mouth. He stuck the man's hands under Spencer's body, between the shower's edge and his stomach. Bishop put a strong weight on the man's back, keeping his thighs closed against Spencer's sides so he couldn't move. He kept the shower head against the man's face until he deemed the man had enough. "Do you NOT UNDERSTAND ENGLISH?!" he yelled before setting the hose back on the man's face when he knew he had taken his breath back. This time a little longer. When people heard Bishop yelling, they usually stayed away. Intelligent people, but obviously Spencer didn't know who he was calling Smurfette . He repeated the process until Spencer would become paler and his lips took a blue, purple hue. "Did you have enough Blackwell or should I continue?" he asked, his face close to the man's so he could lower his voice a bit. There was anger in his voice, only aimed to show he wasn't joking about this.
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Post by Bishop Damian on Apr 1, 2016 11:06:40 GMT 2
It would have been a calm niht tonight as well if it weren't for the occasional....Lets say casualties. Indeed around six o'clock, as he wandered through the hallways, he was called downstairs at the front desk. An old customer was standing there yelling and being a nuisance for anyone who could hear. Old customer who had been thrown out several weeks before for being a tad violent with his night partner. It wouldn't have been a problem if he had paid for such treatment and stayed in the boundaries of what the worker allowed, but as expected he didn't. And to crown it all he broke some furniture. And here he was, ranting about the treatment he received post this incident, saying he should sue the establishment for such an attitude towards customers. "You did not read our terms sir. Should I read them with you?" Bishop spoke to the customer, a tone of warning being used as he rose his voice. Displeased customer, step one. Step two, being asked to leave. Step three, denial the customer doesn't budge and he doesn't seem to see that he isn't in power to negociate. Step four, ask him to leave again. Step five, customer stands his ground. Step six, you dialed the number of the beast. Bishop punched the man once in the jaw, sending him to the floor to be dragged outside. "Have a good evening sir."
That problem being solved, Bishop went back to wandering the hallways when he remembered that the addict from last night didn't come see him today. He didn't notice anything in his locker that may tell him Spencer dropped the stash inside by some miracle, nor did he pay enough attention to the names on the checking list. He walked down, yet again to the front desk to ask more questions. He couldn't remember the man's name, convinced it was something with an S in it but also sure he wasn't called spider. So he wandered the list until he found Spencer Blackwell, seeing that he checked in earlier today. So either the bastard forgot, or he was being provocative. Either way it only told Bishop that he didn't make himself clear enough the night before. He resumed his rounds, deciding to take care of the matter later during his dinner break. He finished his shifts so late, a break was simply necessary for him to eat, even if it was just a 15 min one.
He finished his dinner, a simple sandwich he ate in the local, and after brushing his teeth, he set up to go find Spencer and get his ideas straight. He walked in the hallways of Spencer's room level, howevery he did stop at the broken door to curse, appauled by the incapability of some to solve simple problems. As he reached Spencer's door, he didn't bother to knock and what he found inside was just really miserable. The man was crying, bawling in some corner, his stash scattered on the floor like it was thrown away. Uh, Bishop closed the door, guessing this brat was just the biggest drama queen there was in this establishment, stealing the crown from any othr girl here. Annoyed by the situation, thinking Spencer was just being dramatic again and probably took too much heroin already, Bishop took long loud strides to the man and lifted him up by the shirt to sit him in the nearest chair like a child. "Did I not make myself clear enough last night?!" his voice was already rising with anger as he towered above the man, his distinct frown drawn on his face. It won't be long before his hand or fist flies, so Spencer better have a good excuse for this.
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Post by Bishop Damian on Mar 31, 2016 21:14:39 GMT 2
Did he truly make himself clear? It was hard to know with that man, it was like he took everything without really showing any care for it. Was he that desensitized? Yes Sir, such a stupid calling. No one called him sir since the army, at least no one he wasn't threatening. He didn't particularly enjoy the Sir part, it was too formal and he didn't need it really. He was an employee not some lord or prince or Bianchi who had that title scribbled on his birth certificate. He looked at the man, taking a few steps back, observing him like an artist observed a painting or piece of art, wondering if it was done or not. He ran a hand in his blue beard, the scratching being the only sound heard. Spencer was quite docile actually. Not whimpering like some poor soul, just...accepting the situation pretty much. He did not dare look at Bishop, something the bodyguard appreciated.
But unless he started to threaten and punch the man, this was as much as he could do to be convincing. Of course he could always go further, but he wanted to see how efficient this was before trying a harder method. He took an abrupt step forward, slipping the hanger off of the door to get the man down. He carelessly kept him up so he didn't collapse to the floor and untied his hands, letting the belt used for that detail hang on Spencer's shoulder. He patted the man's face before he took his coat and car keys with his cigar still in his mouth. His locker was closed shut, and he left nothing behind but the suit on the rack. He then opened the door and would leave if Spencer didn't try to stop him for some reason. He'd take the car and drive away to the Bianchi mansion, do his push ups, read and finally go to bed after a few pages. Nothing out of the normal, a simple evening.
The next morning he woke up early, doing his daily exercises, cooked himself breakfast and lunch then around three in the afternoon, after doing a few jobs for Shaun at the mansion, he headed to the brothel again, ready to start his shift. Between three and five o'clock he was to check security around the building and inside, check the rooms for anything relevant or out of normal, then he was to check on the workers who checked in. Their names were validated each day at the front desk so the building knew who they had to work with tonight. He didn't check for anyone in particular, just counted how many checked in and left, letting the front lady do her job. During his round, he still kept his casual clothes, but now that it was almost five o'clock he retreated to the local to change.
Weapons, suit, cologne (required by Shaun for his employees), shoes and there you had it. A ready to work bodyguard/bouncer in the Tiger Den. He walked out of the locker room, closing the door behind him to start his regular job for the second night in a row.
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Post by Bishop Damian on Mar 31, 2016 17:08:23 GMT 2
Fast breathing, the scratching of his arm, the staring. But the man didn't react one bit as he knew the man probably looked more at his stash than at him. It wasn't very important in the end. However what was important was the image this whole situation gave to the Bianchi. Was Spencer really worth it all? He did work quite well tonight, have quite a number of customers, but it wasn't like some other people here who just enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh. No Spencer looked like he was here just for the money. Something he and Bishop shared quite frankly. He finished tying his shoes and stood up as the slim man with crazed hair seemed ready to leave. The bodyguard wasn't sure the man had learned his lesson, it was time to make sure this wouldn't happen again. If it were Shaun, the man would be dead. But since it's Bishop, he had no order to kill, so the lesson will have to hurt without killing.
He got up, barely hearing the thank you for which he didn't care enough to listen, and he grabbed one of the clothe hangers from the rack before grabbing Spencer by the coat, swiftly sticking the hanger inside the man's coat through the collar. He turned him around and pushed him towards the door as he violently closed it with his foot. He held the man's hands together and took Spencer's belt off to block his hands within it. That's exactly what happens when you face a man who's done this type of thing all his life. He lifted him by the hanger, hanging him on the rim of the door. He contemplated the man before searching his pockets and finally lighting that cigar he had meant to burn earlier, taking a deep huff of it before puffing it out in the man's face. He was calm now, no need to grow too worried.
"Alright." he sighed, an hand stuck in the rim of his pants, his typical frown drawn on his face while he eyed Spencer. "I'm not sure, how much you understood the situation. You've been found with drugs, in an establishment where it is forbidden. You work here to get your money I get it. But I can't let you risk this establishment's reputation with your addiction. So you leave it here." he pointed at the man's pockets before adding. "Each day when you come here, you come to give your stash to me. I'll put it in that locker over there. When you need a shot you come find me and I'll give you what you need. You take it here, nowhere else and you go back in your room when you are done." he was making himself clear, looking at Spencer from time to time to catch his emotions but mostly looking at the smoke created by his cigar.
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Post by Bishop Damian on Mar 31, 2016 1:08:16 GMT 2
His shift occured without any further complications. A calm night he could call it, just because no one died. He was tired, and quite frankly he wished he could get back to the mansion now, lay on his bed, maybe read a few pages before falling asleep. Or maybe one of the ladies from here would come invite him to lay in bed together. It wouldn't be the first time, and often what happened was that they both...or several of them, fell asleep in an embrace without looking to please each other. Other nights could be more entertaining if everyone felt like they wanted it to be so. But hell, tonight Bishop knew he'd probably end up driving back to the Bianchi manor for a good rest after a few push ups to make up for those he didn't get the time to finish this morning.
He walked along the hallways, going down the stairs, the girls and men speaking no word as they crossed each other. He reached the local, already taking off his working suit when he saw Spencer standing there in the middle of the room, with an expecting look on his face. Of course he was there for his bloody stash, why else would he be there with such a desperate look. Bishop finished to remove his suit, tacking one of the hangers to neatly put it on it. He then hung the hanger on top of one of the lockers before going to his own, opening it with his own combination. He took out the stash then took out his weapons from his pockets to set them inside the locker, except for one gun he always kept with him. He then proceeded to leave the stash on one of the benches as he changed shoes and undressed in front of Spencer without any second thoughts, doing his routine like the man wasn't even there. After removing his white shirt he pulled on a simple t-shirt, stretching over his thick self, he did the same with his pants, putting on joggings that would help him be more comfortable. From a respectable man wearing an elegant suit he became a normal person who just happens to go to the gym.
After folding each of the items removed he looked at Spencer and pointed at the stash. "You can take that back, but_" he took out the dose he had kept from earlier. "This, is what you earned today. Now you take that or more I don't care. But if you show up tomorrow, or for your next working day, you will not be seen taking anything inside this establishment. I'll come visit your room next time, and if I can see anything that tells me you are shooting yourself, you will no longer be allowed in here as an employee." he made himself clear and threw the does in his hand onto the stash that he had previously left on the bench. He hung his suit with all the others on a rack and left his folded clothes inside his locker. All those were to be cleaned each week, but the suits were cleaned each two days.
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Post by Bishop Damian on Mar 30, 2016 22:20:17 GMT 2
He could see the expression in Spencer's eyes shift, fear and anticipation slowly growing in those pupils. He had seen that look before, countless times. He knew exactly what the man feared may happen, but this wasn't Bishop's objective at all. He was on the job, and that was a code he respected to keep said job. No sleeping with the workers while you were on duty, and as much as he knew some of his colleagues didn't keep the same rules as he, he wasn't a sheep to follow a heard. He was the one who obeyed himself, lone wolf who occasionally teamed up for better results or because he was forced to.
It took so few for Spencer to react, be it with his eyes, skin or breathing. He even cried earlier! Bishop believed some of that must be due to the drugs, but who knew how much could be blamed on heroin when you didn't know the person in front of you all that well. He was well aware of Spencer's past before he was hired here, like he knew about everyone's little details by pure security and, yes, curiosity. He was a man who read a lot of books, and found people's lives often interesting to know about so he could understand them best and trace that security circle around them. Know your enemy they say, and when humanity can turn out to be an enemy, you are to know every individual. He adjusted his suit, finishing with his tie, which he tightened closer to his throat but keeping it lose enough so that it didn't choke him. Hm all the things you could do with a tie...
He looked at Spencer with a frown as he fiddled in his pocket for a cigar to put in his mouth without lighting it. It wouldn't be right for him to smoke here, but this slim man was starting to get on his nerves. What a diva, all he needed was a galactic dress and he was prepped to be the queen of the moon. Yes innuendos, current in the language of adults and even more in that of kids quite strangely enough. Even if it was never meant for in the first place. He chewed on the cigar, observing the man get his belongings, waiting next to the door for him to be done. He laughed internally as Spencer spoke about the employee becoming client. He had no envy to take this man right now, and he did not think about later, or tomorrow, or this week. But he did get an apology from the man, and that was welcome. Spencer squeezed between him and what was left of the door before Bishop simply flung it open to avoid further annoyances.
Spencer took an unused room and Bishop took note of the number to give it to the front desk. He closed the door after the man walked in, giving him a quick glance before it was shut. He pocketed his cigar and walked down the hallway in a steady pace. He did not stop until he was down at the front desk. He spoke slowly, giving instructions to the woman taking care of the visits. Number of the room, should get a calm client, maybe a first time visitor or someone who paid minimum. The instructions were clear, and this wasn't the first time Bishop did something of the sort. He was doing his best to keep the place 'clean' or so you could say. Once the instructions were given, he went to the employee local, and as expected he found the stash put on the pile of his own belongings. He hid it in his locker, closing the thing shut, but not before taking a small dose with him, slipping it in the internal pocket of his jacket. He then took back his rounds, roaming the corridors and hallways like he did earlier, as if nothing ever happened.
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