MITCHELL DAVIS
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Post by MITCHELL DAVIS on Feb 4, 2022 20:48:59 GMT
If he got one word in ten of this later he’d be lucky. Notebook on his knee, shifting precariously with each swipe of the pencil clutched in one meaty hand. The stub had been dug from his pocket when he’d arrived, the walk down the block and across the square – still busy despite the late hour and the cold that was biting deep at the end of the month – scattering the seeds of a scene into his head. Hazel eyes squinted as Mitch glanced up from it, fixing on the hotel. A glossy monolith – even if it wasn’t more than ten floors – in a town of traditional low sprawl.
The staccato of her heels on the marble floor had him looking up. She was trouble. He could see it in every single one of the inches she’d packed into that black silk dress. Pale limbs, like a Greek statue’s, peeking through its slits as she moved, red lips quirked into a little smile that promised that the golden angel hair and wide blue eyes gave more of an air of innocence than she really possessed.
It was cliched, a little clunky yet but the image of her would be carved down, growing lean with the edits. She’d be more of a statue then, the clay shaped until the final form emerged. Mitchell T. Davis III wasn’t regarded as the Michelangelo of the political thriller world yet – oh Vince Flynn and Tom Clancy, you left big boots to fill – but he was getting there.
Colton straightened up, turning towards her slowly but that painted smile was already turning from him. She beamed at the hotel owner, the slick piece of work who’d just been telling him no rooms were available. One hand dipping into the split in her dress. Silk nudged aside to wrap fingers around the weapon strapped high on her thigh.
Shit. Nope. Not now.
Mitch grunted. Fingers curled around the book, stuffed it back into the inside pocket of his jacket. This was the rabbit hole. If he’d been at home, thick fingers rattling over the keys of his laptop, he wouldn’t have pulled his head out of the scene for hours. Her arrival in the book the tipping point for that and what he’d thought might be three or four spinning out from the sudden road block thrown up in Colton’s life by Ms Duncan … DeLune … whatever he ended up going with.
He pushed up from the bench. All day the ideas had percolated in his brain, sticking tight as he paced from window to window, watching the square, darting back to the desk when some tiny crumb had rattled itself loose. In the he’d given in. A fresh t-shirt pulled on, the pecan coloured suede jacket pulled on top. Russet hair spiked high when he’d glanced in the mirror. A thin veil pulled on over his skin, the same one he’d used the last time. Like he’d instinctively known – or hoped for – another encounter and the rush of muse each had brought on.
Hands in the pockets of his jacket Mitch loped across the street. Long legs eating up the ground before they stuttered in mid-hop onto the sidewalk. A tall form, making the bouncer – some gorilla of a guy who seemed to have grown outwards not upwards his whole life – look squat. That thick, rusty growth of beard, the high and tight grown out hair. That son of a bitch.
Mitch didn’t adjust his own face, not that way anyway. His expression went blank and cold for a moment, the shock sliding slick through the pit of his stomach before that too hardened. He forced a smile, teeth gritted but bared in something approaching warmth as he stepped into the guy’s path, throwing his arms open wide. ”Bro!” The booming laugh rumbling in his chest, giving way to a growl as he threw his arms around the guy. Surprise, it’s twins! He could’ve crowed it to the folks in the queue, cut off those looks being tossed back and forth. Identical twins, a little reunion, that was all. No need to disturb your night.
His fingers were going tight on the guy’s shoulder though. One thick arm tossed over shoulders he’d thickened through years of hard work, not with the snap of fingers and the shudder of a body undoubtedly capable of melting into whatever form it liked. Mitch towed him to the end of the queue, like he’d lead him back into the club. That hand shifted though, shoving at the brawny chest that would’ve carried the puckered scar of a bullet – a slip in Helmund where he’d walked into a room not cleared – if it hadn’t been for the fact that practically everything healed, melting away like his own face. ”Nice trick,” he warned, that thin smile doing to warm his words. ”You wanna wipe it off pal? Or you want me to do it for you? It’s not yours.” Mitch flicked fingers at his face. They’d curl in a heartbeat and swing, wiping away what had been taken.
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ENRIQUE DE LA PEÑA
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Post by ENRIQUE DE LA PEÑA on Feb 28, 2022 16:24:57 GMT
 ━ if you support evil, you are evil ━
In fact, he didn’t particularly like this face, but after realizing that Joel’s friend━Dorothy Dennison━knew it and took a liking to it, Ricky kept wearing it. It made it easy to slip into the club.
Until now.
He was nearly there. Would’ve been in its walls in a matter of moments, able to do his civic duty by tearing down the things that ruined this town, but he was halted just before he could. By that face.
Remembering the slow fade into it just half an hour before, Ricky had worked out the plan a dozen times over in his head. Sure, Mystic Falls was technically a small town, but what were the odds he’d ever run into the guy? Perhaps he’d tested it too many times, and this was the universe resetting the balance. Did it have to do such a thing in public, though?
‘Bro!’
Ricky raised those identical eyebrows, still tense and waiting for the backlash that was sure to come. His punishment, however, came in the form of a… hug. Muscles bunching under his skin even further, he willed them to move, to raise and gently pat the identical man━the original━on the back. He wasn’t making a scene, so perhaps he knew more than Ricky would’ve initially guessed. In any case, he supposed it was better to get caught and not out the supernatural world than have two incredibly awful things happen simultaneously.
Still, his teeth gritted as he was forcefully led away from the club’s front door. He didn’t have time for this, not when he had a case to solve, and he could feel the edges of it now━Hector, Dolly, Joel. They were at the tips of his fingers; all he had to do was carefully unfold the edges and reveal the answers beneath.
Relatively calm in the man’s grip, Ricky grunted as he was shoved, flashing a dirty look at the man. He’d caught his name once by somebody in the underbelly of the club━Mitch. Mitchell, most likely, but friendly enough with those delinquents to gain a nickname. He knew this sort well enough━and he wouldn’t be pushed around by a regular civilian, even if Ricky was caught red-handed.
“It seems quite clear you know I can’t just wipe it off.” Glancing at the long line in front of them, Ricky half-nodded towards them before smirking wryly at his ‘twin.’ “Apparently it’s ours, as you said, so calm down.” He reached up and curled his fingers around that identical hand, trying to lower it away from his face━their face. It wouldn’t stay on either skin, but it would still hurt. “How about, while we wait, you tell me a bit about how they know you so well in here, hm? And the dancer downstairs, the blonde━she’s friendly with you, isn’t she?” Ricky wrinkled the big lob of a nose at that, uncomfortable with the mere thought of her attention.
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MITCHELL DAVIS
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Post by MITCHELL DAVIS on Apr 16, 2022 17:32:37 GMT
Putting on someone else’s face in a small town had seemed risky at first. Less than seven thousand people here, chances were that eventually you’d cross their path wearing their face and then all hell was gonna break loose. This wasn’t some John Travolta action movie, there was no real scientific explanation for looking like their identical twin. There was something nightmarish about it, even more so now that he was the one looking at his own face – alright, alright, the one he’d pulled together from a previous different masks to highlight his own.
Bucked up out of the groove he’d been in Mitch had barrelled in on the thing, wondering only for a heartbeat as he forced those forbidding lines into a grin, if it was his own father he was looking at. Snr. wouldn’t have balked at doing it, wrecking his son’s life here one thread of it at a time until he had no choice but to head out of town with his tail between his legs. Tough luck, pa.
Rusty brows hitched, the meaty shoulders seemingly held stiff as he clapped his hand down. Mitch would’ve marvelled at the solidity of them, preening for just a moment like a peacock but he couldn’t skitter away from this focus now. His own stiffness was internal, his mind bracing itself for whatever this was gonna turn out to be. Lips curled further, verging on a grimace as one of those identical meaty hands rose to clap down on his shoulder.
Mitch didn’t fall back, letting a warmth settle between them to avoid the scene, he pushed on, an arm keeping him hemmed in, fingers biting hard enough to make it clear pulling away was only gonna leave this messy. The fact that the guy went with him seemed proof enough that he knew how fucked up the situation was, and how it could fall apart in a heartbeat if either one of them actually wanted a scene here.
He grunted, a dirty look rolling over those familiar features and Mitch sneered. His boot heels crackled on the gritty blacktop the minute they were edging around the corner of the alley at the corner of the building. Mitch kept his fingers up in the air, like he’d drive them back into the guy’s chest again at the first sign of trouble. ”I think you wiping it off’s gonna hurt less than me doing it for you,” Mitch said lightly. His mouth pinched as the guy caught at his hand. He squeezed hard, keeping it in place even as the guy’s fingers bit in. ”It was mine first. I’m guessing you thought you could take it for a spin huh?” He would’ve put money on the guy having been at the club before. Some sweaty, desperate asshole wanting a taste of the temptation he’d dipped his own toe into.
The queue was moving slowly, a yard opening up between them and the end of it. Mitch had been prepared to tag onto the end but not while they were chatting, that just invited another set of ears listening in and he had enough of someone seeming to do just that now. Spying. Mitch’s brows furrowed deep then, hazel eyes growing murky beneath the heavy slash of them. ”Jealous huh? Want a taste of the blonde? Pal, if you need someone drawing you a map to get you there then you’re not gonna be able to handle her.” His brow hitched, his lips twitching. He hadn’t been that far off the mark then, this was all about getting himself bellied up to Hannya. Part of him wanted to let the guy try. It was bound to end up with him chewed up and spat out given what really lurked below stairs here.
Wrapping his fingers around the guy’s wrist, Mitch towed him back out of the alleyway, joining the end of the queue proper. He dipped his head like they were just conducting a private conversation here. ”You ever got talking to the staff in here man? They get real friendly when you do, practically make you one of the family. Unless you’re skeevy. Is that what you are, bro?” It sure as hell seemed it so far, all this work just to get close to a blonde who was so much more than what she seemed.
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ENRIQUE DE LA PEÑA
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Post by ENRIQUE DE LA PEÑA on May 2, 2022 16:52:01 GMT
━ if you support evil, you are evil ━
He needed to be back in that line, though Ricky supposed it made sense that the ginger would be upset about his face being used. Ricky just didn’t have time for people and their silly feelings, not when lives were at stake. This club and its curators were a plague on Mystic Falls, and Ricky intended to rid it of them. But he couldn’t if he was stuck outside.
Straining against Mitch’s hold, Ricky pointed the copied hazel eyes towards where they’d come from, desperate to get back out there (if at all possible). If he couldn’t get answers inside, he’d just have to get them outside for now. He had to know something━especially with the way she looked at Ricky whenever he was in there. “Jealous━?” The question was cut off by an amused sputter of breath, ending in a scoff. Jealous? Of touching her? He’d rather have the skin on his finger pads burnt clean off. “I don’t want a taste,” Ricky said, rathered disgusted by the thought. “You’re way off the mark. She’s the worst kind of person, Mitchell, but she likes you quite a lot. What’s that about? Do you supply something she needs?” Was that it? She tried to hang off him on the odd occasion (and Ricky had to hold in the contents of his stomach) but had never attempted any sort of deal. “Or merely a loyal customer?”
Thankfully, Mitchell was able to get with the program. Pulled along by his wrist like an insubordinate toddler, they were at the back of the line in a matter of moments. Ricky tore viciously from Mitchell’s grip, nodding upwards at the two people in front of them. “Can’t have your brother on a leash now, can you?” He sneered, rubbing at the newly-freed wrist before dropping both his hands.
“If anything is skeevy around here, it’s the people in there… and the ones who love to visit.” Flashing a cold, cruel smile at him, Ricky narrowed his eyes. “What is it you find so appealing about that den of iniquity? It can’t only be her.” He paused for a moment, then asked, “Are you looking for family? Is that it?”
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MITCHELL DAVIS
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Post by MITCHELL DAVIS on Jun 7, 2022 20:01:47 GMT
It’d been years since he’d felt the impact of knuckles barely padded with their thin surround of skin crack into flesh just as hard. That quick sting of pain that faded almost immediately, the splitting of that thin skin barely a flash of those red threads in his scarlet tinted vision. There’d been a satisfaction with it then, like each punch he’d thrown in that bar back home had been a fuck you to Junior. Here nobody but Sadie would’ve blinked at eye at the splash of his arrest across the front page of the local rags, back home it would’ve been the sort of scandal his father had done everything to avoid. Hissed words of disappointment trying to worm their way into ears that still sang with the satisfaction of it.
Mitch could hear the thin whine of it in his ears now, not enough to hide the obvious edge of asshole in the guy’s voice. Wit, if you could call it that, sandpaper dry on those familiar lips. He stared, fingers flexing slightly as though testing out the motion, snorted in a way that had his lips peeling back again. Not worth it.
He should’ve turned, walked away and told the guy to fucking keep it but he remembered the way Hannya’s hands had slid over those faintly inflated muscles, the way his nerves had twitched on that edge of pain and pleasure under his skin. He pictured this guy slithering into that and naw, it was riding that edge of worth it.
Preparing to shove him back down that alleyway, Mitch watched the guy look back towards the queue, like he wanted to tear himself away and throw himself into that cess pit. The snort rolled out sharp, his head tilted towards the club. ”Don’t play dumb, buddy. I can practically see you chompin’ at the bit to get back in that queue.” Ha. Not so fucking naïve about the place or Hannya after all. Jealous, canny, so fucking dumb that he was making the whole thing obvious. It was a tough pick between them. ”You’re asking me?” Mitch asked, feeling that first claw of doubt drag over his throat as the guy used his name. Had he told him it? ”I was asking you first pal. You seem pretty fucking familiar with me and the place. You like sniffing around?” Working his way into things that were none of his business, just like Junior. Was…?
Hazel eyes narrowed down, his lips pinching sourly as he edged up to the end of the queue. Barely an inch between them even as the guy tore his way free. Mitch flexed his fingers faintly before he clapped a hand hard against the guy’s shoulder. ”I don’t know, brother, maybe that’s just the sorta thing you’re into. You’re already doing all the watching after all.” Rocking on his heels, Mitch took a half step back as the queue shifted, heavy soled boots light against the sidewalk, his weight ready to shift in a heartbeat. ”You including yourself in that? I mean …” He swept a hand towards the club, laughing as he shook his head. ”Oh, you don’t know me that well if you think that’s what this is about. It’s entertainment pal. A club – it’s what they do. Maybe we can get you some sort of guide inside.” One of Hannya’s little rooms so the demon could help wring what this douche was doing out of him, squeezing until that mirror image shifted like something in a funhouse to reveal the truth to it all. Another step, the queue shifting behind him like they’d part and the two of them would sink straight through the dark entrance and into what certainly wasn’t a fairy tale.
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ENRIQUE DE LA PEÑA
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Post by ENRIQUE DE LA PEÑA on Jul 3, 2022 0:34:30 GMT
━ if you support evil, you are evil ━
“No, I don’t enjoy when I have wh*res flocking to me as if they know me. This is part of something far greater than you.” Ricky shook his head like he was dealing with a petulant child. “So, what is it, then? Supplier or buyer?” The former, if the way the girls reacted to this face had anything to do with it. Though, his thinking was primarily due to the fact that women didn’t often respond to him that way, and it wasn’t as if Ricky frequented clubs.
Finally back in line, Ricky winced lightly at Mitchell’s hard clap to his shoulder, causing him to drop his wrist and glare sideways at that identical face. “Don’t be vulgar.” Ricky shook his head in disdain, “And no, you’re just a face with access to the lower level. I only assumed that, because of your membership status, you’re a lonely degenerate like the rest of them. Or is that not why you can’t get your kicks with women any more respectable than her?” Mitchell had known precisely who Ricky was referencing without ever having to mention one of her many names.
“I’d like nothing less than your company inside. If she finds out you lied about having a double, she might be upset, no?” He asked, smug as they finally approached the door. All in all, this day would be a bust━he’d just have to shake his ‘twin’ and get out as soon as possible.
The bouncer stepped aside to allow entry, and immediately Ricky’s senses were assaulted by the stagnant, sweaty air and too-loud music. No matter how many times he entered this awful establishment, it never got any easier.
“Are you going to go to your mistress?” Ricky asked under the dark glow of the club’s lights, not bothering to raise his voice over the music. “You can continue on with your day, buddy. You don’t have to follow me around.” But he’d likely still want his face back, and there were too many dark corners of this club for Ricky to keep making excuses.
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Post by MITCHELL DAVIS on Jul 15, 2022 17:43:45 GMT
Sometimes it was a matter of need when it came to shedding your own appearance – like working out what the hell your own father was up to when he was scurrying out of a hotel he wasn’t supposed to be anywhere near – but most of the time there was a choice to it. A reason. It wasn’t random, there was forethought.
Mitch stiffened up as the guy threw part of that reason back at him now with the bitterness of someone who’d been bypassed by the very women he was complaining about now. The saint holding his honour up like he had a fucking ounce of it. His upper lip peeled back from teeth that gritted harder. He could’ve gone on about Hannya’s virtue but what had happened after she’d dragged him into that club beneath the club pinned her closer to the accusations being made by Holier-than-thou than the Mother Theresa sort he might’ve made her out to be. The face thief had obviously bellied up to her after he had and it had left a stick rammed deep up that overtight sphincter. ”They make you uncomfortable huh? Can’t concentrate on whatever little crusade you’ve got going on with a sensual woman hanging on to ya.” Probably trailing painted nails down the line of biceps and into that shock of red hair.
Tipping his head back slightly, Mitch laughed. His weight rocked on the heels of his boots. Wouldn’t that be an added middle finger to Junior? His son, the supposed heir to his seat one day, caught under the influence of something more than a couple pints of liquor. Not that he’d ever taken any of that shit, some screw yous weren’t worth it, even to a guy like this. ”Not familiar at all then,” he drawled lightly. ”You’re barking up the wrong tree pal.” Mitch clapped a hand against the guy’s shoulder, then patted one bearded cheek – that wasn’t fucking weird, like it wasn’t just a mirror’s reflection but a way to step right through it.
Were Hannya’s eyes going to light up when they got inside? Was she gonna wriggle like a puppy waiting for a treat at the sight of two of them? He hoped to hell she didn’t pop out, at least not until he had some clue about what was going on here above and beyond this asshole’s creeping into his life.
The frown started to furrow his brows, despite the quick flash of a smirk that shone as not-him puffed up like a disgruntled hen. Mitch slipped his hands into the pockets of his jeans, wondering how long this guy had been sitting in the crowd, watching who came and went from that doorway. ”That’s a whole lot of assumptions pal, I guess that’s why you’ve got no fuckin’ clue what’s going on. You’ve got it all twisted up in your head. You should get some professional help about it before you implode from all that indignation.” There was still an itch under his breastbone though, like one of those paws, just as meaty and hard as his own, had slammed into him there. There was too much of an edge to it all that left him sounding just like his father and that was the most uncomfortable fucking feeling.
Mitch shifted uneasily on his feet, the scowl etching its way deeper. Fuck pushing this ‘twin’ act. If the guy just wanted to use his face to get himself past the door and nose deep into whatever was going on at the club, he was gonna have to think again. He grunted, lifted his chin towards the guy. ”More at you, than me,” he pointed out. Hannya had seen what he was capable of, when he’d slipped her features over his own. It wouldn’t take a genius to figure out this guy was doing just the same. Hannya would have him trussed up in an instant, pulling answers out of him the same way she’d done pleasure out of him that first time around.
Slipping in the door behind the guy, Mitch immediately tried to see over the crowd towards the bar. Hazel eyes skipping from it to the door at the back, the one Hannya had led him through, the one the guy might try for now. Considering how crowded the club was, he might just make it before anybody realised either. Looking back, he paused for a moment before he grinned and settled a hand back on the guy’s shoulder, not letting go this time. ”Sounds like you’re trying to get shot of me, brother. That’s … kind of cold. How about you let me get you a drink before you head off to try and work off some of that tension.” His day was likely to end up with him ratting this guy out, happily. ”A Shirley Temple, maybe? A virgin Mojito? It’d be kinda fitting huh?” Did this guy honestly think he was just gonna walk away now? Not when it was his face slapped on to whatever ugliness lay beneath.
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ENRIQUE DE LA PEÑA
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Post by ENRIQUE DE LA PEÑA on Jul 28, 2022 21:53:26 GMT
━ if you support evil, you are evil ━
Deny, deny, deny. That was what the guilty always did, though Ricky hadn’t seen much in the big oaf’s body to suspect involvement in narcotics. Women definitely liked having him around, but that could’ve been for money just as much as anything else.
He scoffed at the accusation of needing ‘professional help.’ No, that was his partner, and look how well it was going for him. McGrath liked to sink into nefarious pits like this one, though Ricky hoped to hell it was only about his high school friend and not the comfort a place like this brought to some. After all, McGrath was a far better man than Mitchell Davis the Third━or so Ricky still wished to believe.
“As if she’d know the difference.” Ricky scoffed, though it was then that he wondered what Mitchell was that had him reacting so naturally to all of this. Ricky assumed he was something supernatural of his own, of course, as he wasn’t more shocked than simply irritated.
Shifting into the disgusting atmosphere of the club, Ricky longed to run from Mitchell and do his job. While everyone else in this cesspool was happy to sink into sinful behaviour, Ricky was determined to get some work done. That wouldn’t happen, however, with his twin hanging from his arm.
Ready to race off in the other direction, he was suddenly stopped by the original’s hand on his shoulder, holding on like a vice. “You’re disgusting.” Enrique huffed, eager to be done with this. He tried to shoulder off Mitchell’s hand, though it didn’t seem to release as easily this time, and Ricky used this new body’s weight to his advantage.
Turning swiftly, he shoved Mitchell into the nearest wall, trying to hold him against it. “You need to go. Now.” He hissed, getting his face close to the identical man, boiling with anger. “I’m no longer interested in this back-and-forth game, Mitchell. Stay out of my way before you end up in deeper trouble than what she’s already roped you into.”
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Post by MITCHELL DAVIS on Jul 31, 2022 19:32:43 GMT
Getting under someone’s skin with his mouth was always a thousand times easier than actually getting under it, slipping on those broken noses and scars. It was probably because he’d been doing it for years before Jnr and Snr had called him into Snr’s office to swear him in on their little family secret. After he’d realised what Jnr had been using for Mitch had just seen as a more essential skill. Piss them off and they started to lose any real strength they had to their argument. Just like this guy.
Mitch’s teeth bared, satisfaction washing away the pucker that had been there to his own features. Yeah, this was a guy who hadn’t been that near any woman in years. All that bitterness adding up until he couldn’t see straight anymore. It was just bound to put a bigger ring around him, the sort that women instinctively knew to avoid, although the shrew he’d taken home would probably dip a toe over it out of some twisted sense of fun. Piss a guy off until he snapped and then laugh your way through the consequences … until he knocked all your breath of you.
The chances of this guy getting enough of something to deflate that attitude were pretty slim. There was too much pucker there, too many times he’d scoffed or puffed up like some disgruntled pigeon. Mitch huffed out a breath, keeping his hands off of the guy by burying them in his pockets. Professional help probably wasn’t gonna do what was needed, surgical intervention would only deal with the physical stick he was pogoing around on, it wouldn’t fix everything else.
If his hand was free it would’ve bitten into this guy’s shoulder again, squeezing down hard enough that his arm woulda been numb for hours if he’d been human and not this asshole all spruced up in his clothing. Mitch bared his teeth instead, that laugh rolling out like every word this guy scoffed out was fucking hilarious. ”You think you’re that good an actor huh?” That was one of the blessings about this though, you got those hints swimming up bits of what they were along with what only went skin deep. Maybe this guy could bluff his way through it and maybe he’d be filling his shorts the first time Hannya got a hand on him.
Inside the club Mitch immediately started searching for her. She’d be the one to blow all of this sky high if she appeared and she’d do it just for shits and giggles. The laugh this time was low, honest to God fucking amusement there at the idea that he was the problem in all of this. ”Yeah, yeah," he crooned, trying to steer the guy towards the bar. ”You’re the saint and I’m the guy neck deep in the filth, you’ve made that pretty clear. What you’re not getting though, pal, is that everyone in this town’s got a little muck spread on them, whether they wanna admit it or not.” And this guy was wrapped head to toe in denial.
Oh, he was trying to pull away, trying to break free to do whatever he’d been ready to do here in the first place, without a set of eyes fixed squarely between those brawny shoulders. Mitch did fight the shove that pushed him back into the wall. The more of a scene this guy made, the more he lost, the more of that truth that would spill out. ”Tough shit, man. I’m not running off home so you can use this for stirring shit up here.” Oooh, he was done with it now. Bored of the conversation. Too bad he wasn’t. ”Get your fucking beak out of my business, brother.” The use of his name was the first bite, the she the second. Fuck this guy and the fucking high horse he’d pranced in on.
Even as the crowd began to pull back from around them out of instinct, Mitch was gripping for the scruff of his neck with one hand, swinging with the other. One meaty fucking fist in that smug face and he’d be crawling. He connected somewhat, his knuckles stinging for just a second as he went to step aside to ram this guy face first into the wall, that hand on his neck the ram like driving force behind it.
Or, it would’ve been if the fist hadn’t closed in his collar, pulling him back. The bouncer who’d been at the door started yanking his arms back, pinning them so he couldn’t go after this asshole. ”Fuck off, man, he started it. You gonna whine about your innocence now dick hole?” As another bouncer grabbed his twin Mitch lashed out with one booted foot, trying to get in one last blow that’d have this guy crawling for an hour or two, even with the healing ability that’d stop him from crying too long. The bouncer wasn’t messing though, he yanked and Mitch went skidding back towards the door, hanging like a dead weight off of the guy with his boots squeaking across the floor, almost drowning out the stream of curses that cut through the music.
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ENRIQUE DE LA PEÑA
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Post by ENRIQUE DE LA PEÑA on Aug 19, 2022 19:48:45 GMT
 ━ if you support evil, you are evil ━
Ricky also didn’t like getting physical with others━violence was another thing he didn’t enjoy using as a tactic, but Mitchell wouldn’t leave him be, and he kept putting his hands on Ricky. Perhaps he felt entitled to it━it was his own body, after all━but Ricky wouldn’t stand for it. Not anymore.
All he’d meant to do was disable him━give a warning, a shove, and it would be over. Apparently, that was optimistic. Just after the shock of Mitchell’s knuckles radiated through his borrowed face, they were being pulled apart. Ricky blindly grappled at the air between them, trying to grab back on instinct, even as his face burned for a long moment. It was healed in a second, the pain subsided, but the ghost of it remained. Ricky wouldn’t forget this, not even when they were outside and free to inflict violence on one another at will.
He didn’t thrash against the restraints as Mitchell did, kicking like a toddler having a tantrum. Instead, Ricky grumbled and went willingly, muttering, “Alright, I think that’s enough.” To his ‘assigned’ bouncer once they were at the door. Ricky was being removed from his investigation before it could even begin.
He wanted to know if Joel was downstairs, if Dolly was there and willing to offer up more information to a friend like Mitchell━apparently, he’d get nothing tonight. Perhaps he’d need to use another face to get in next time, too. God damn it.
Despite his reasonable requests, they weren’t freed until they were on the street again, practically tossed out like trash. “This is ridiculous.” Ricky muttered, standing up straight and adjusting himself, then frowning at Mitchell. If nothing else, he had his badge, right?
“Come with me.” Ricky growled, ordered, snatching Mitchell’s arm as the other man had done a hundred times before. He dragged Mitchell to the alley they were in not long ago, ensuring they were deep enough (and out of sight) before he shifted.
His skin tensed and changed, bones shifting in and out of place. He was no longer the redheaded giant, but instead shrunk a few inches, and certainly became less muscular. What he lost in physical strength, though, he gained in social standing. “You’re impeding an active investigation, Mitchell Davis.” Ricky hissed, stepping closer as he fished his badge from his jacket’s inner breast pocket. The clothes were much too baggy on him now, but none of it mattered as his arm extended to shove the badge in Mitchell’s face. “I could bring you into the station for a formal interview considering your involvement with a Person of Interest. However, I attempted━repeatedly━to give you the benefit of the doubt. I also expressed how dire it was for you to leave given circumstances I wasn’t at will to disclose. Still, you refused.” He snapped, “Are you going to continue to get in my way, or shall I bring you in and charge you with a Class Six felony? I know you’re Canadian, so I’ll fill you in: that’s a minimum of a year in prison, and up to five years. Are you planning to focus on your next book the whole time? Assuming you still have a contract?” Ricky asked, smiling smugly.
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MITCHELL DAVIS
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Post by MITCHELL DAVIS on Aug 28, 2022 16:37:37 GMT
He’d waded through the depths before, neck deep in some of the shittier parts of the world, but at the end of the day he’d emerged from them. It didn’t mean he hadn’t carried some of it with him but Mitch knew that what this guy had been implying wasn’t clinging to him. Smeared thick around his conscience, carrying guilt with it if he was meant to even be capable of noticing it. Little did this guy know. He wasn’t floating six inches above it all in those boots, he was just as deep as the rest of them, except for the nose he had lifted in the air. It didn’t make him superior, just blind.
Maybe literally by the time he was done with him. He’d wipe that smug look off of the face that mirrored his own, literally wipe that face away. It didn’t matter whose lay beneath, as long as it wasn’t his father’s.
Later he’d justify it – his brother had pushed first – as though he’d had no choice in the matter. Leaving it all be, letting him go and slip into Hannya’s arms might’ve kept his hands clean but Mitch hadn’t been able to let it all settle. It felt wrong in the pit of his stomach and yeah, maybe his ego dipped down into those dark waters when the opportunity was given.
That ego sung as he gripped and swung, echoes of the primal beat in his knuckles as they stung for just a moment. Bone on bone, the sort of music most cringed away from. He flashed the guy a smug grin for just a moment before he was pulled away. Then it was gone and he was hollering at the guy hauling him back. Like any of them would see past those mirror image faces to realise it wasn’t all it seemed here. Family fight his ass.
The asshole might’ve gone easily, that hulking body guided out while he was dragged. Mitch tumbled out into the air, his collar yanked up around his ears, torn as he was tossed like a sack of grain on the ground. In a heartbeat he was back up, kicking the bouncer’s stool back at him before he stalked away a half dozen paces. His twin puffed up like a disgruntled bird, flapping his feathers back into place, back ramrod straight like he was on parade. ”Now you’re pissed about it?” The laugh barked out of Mitch as he dragged his knuckles under his nose. ”It was ridiculous the minute you tried to pull your little stunt. You were just too dumb to see it pal.” Or too stubborn to drop the ruse the minute it had been found out.
Mitch batted at the hand that gripped his elbow, trying to shake the guy off but it was like a tug of war at a stale-mate. He was dragged back into the alleyway where they’d spoken before and as he finally shoved those biting fingers off the guy shifted. No wonder he’d gone for him – shorter, skinnier, looking more like the uptight asshole he’d been on the inside through this. ”You forgot the third, detective,” Mitch sneered as he stared at the badge shoved in his face. ”The cops are bringing their abilities into it now? You think that’s gonna fly in court?” It was the sort of thing that would help as much as it had him when he’d been in uniform, but that had been an entirely different world, one beyond the traditional law.
Dark brows rose as Mitch crossed his arms over his chest. He leaned back, the picture of ‘I don’t give a fuck’ as he lounged against the brick wall. If this guy tried to bring him in he’d scream blue murder, undoubtedly there were cameras somewhere around the bar to show his non-existent brother getting in his face right before this kicked off. ”What evidence have you got, man? I go for a drink in a bar and suddenly you’re pinning me with what I’m guessing is meant to be a crime.” Innocent bystander wasn’t gonna fly very far when he practically had Hannya’s fingerprints all over him – although this guy had to have been lurking the last time to know, with a different face hiding that puckered one he wore now.
Drawing in a deep breath through his nose, Mitch straightened up and grinned. One call to Jnr and the promise that he’d suddenly start towing the line and all those threats would really be rendered bullshit. ”That’s assuming you’d still have a job by the time the case rolled into court. Since you know my name and where I’m from I take it you know what standing my father and grandfather are in up there. You wanna risk everything you’ve got on trying to take them on?” He took a slow step towards Ricky, not tensing up this time, a loose hipped swagger. ”How ‘bout you stop using my face to get in there. Were you gonna tumble into her bed to try and get a leg up in whatever you’re digging into? If you were, then good luck to you pal, but it doesn’t happen again. I stop trying to punch your teeth in and you find yourself some other mug to stick on when you crawl in there. Deal?” Not that he expected this guy to keep his word. He was too up his own ass for that, he believed he’d gone about this the right way, right up until he ended up with a six and half foot tall red headed fly in his ointment.
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ENRIQUE DE LA PEÑA
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Post by ENRIQUE DE LA PEÑA on Sept 26, 2022 19:27:44 GMT
━ if you support evil, you are evil ━
“I’ve got the word of a loyal civil servant whose track record proves he’s to be trusted. And I have the truth, which is that you refused to leave when asked.” Ricky wouldn’t give up on his goal of taking down this club and the scum running it, and Mitchell Davis could be instrumental in that. However, feathers were ruffled and tension was high, and Ricky would likely get nowhere tonight.
That didn’t mean he’d give up easily, though.
As expected, Mitchell leaned on his family. Ricky knew firsthand what kind of influence wealth and power had, but corrupt systems wouldn’t stop him in his battle for justice. Mitchell’s family could gripe all they wanted; Ricky was not letting this go. The other man approached, and Ricky stayed ramrod straight, ready for another brawl if it ended up that way.
Another expression of disgust crawled over his face at the mention of Dolly and her bed. No matter how many times he denied it, Mitchell refused to believe him━was everyone interested in this woman? How did men nowadays find her attractive whatsoever? “I’m not afraid of your family, Mitchell, nor am I worried about someone who uses a call to their father as a legitimate threat. Family loyalty only stretches so far when you continue to disobey their wishes, just remember that.” Like Ricky, Mitchell had also chosen a job not hand-picked by his father. However, an author to a politician was less harmful than a cop to a gang lord.
“And I still have no non-professional interest in her. Just because I wear your face doesn’t mean I enjoy the same lowly company.” Ricky sneered, and shook his head sharply. “No deal. As I've warned you, this is an active investigation, and you won’t continue to tamper with it. Learn to be wary of this place or risk harsher consequences. If I catch wind of anything regarding you and this establishment, I’ll haul you in for questioning. Keep your nose clean and stay out of my way, Mitchell, and we won’t have any more problems.” Ricky glared for a moment, ensuring his words stuck, and proceeded in the other direction, leaving the alley from the opposite entrance.
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