St Eubrie: Blackwell (375 hits)
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Submitted by drogoroch (View user info) at 2006-08-10 09:37:00 EDT
Blackwell locked up the doors and turned off the lights. He stood in the dim light from the street surveying his bar. The smell of booze and stale smoke drifted by his nose and he took a deep lung full. He was shaking slightly and needed to calm himself down. He was not a man that shook easily, but something about that guy tonight had got to him.
With his eyes adjusted to the dimness of the bar he walked to his office in the back. Weaving between chairs and tables the faint glint of light off glasses guiding him. He opened his office and moved round to his desk throwing his frame into his comfortable leather chair. Flicking on the desk lamp he poured himself a shot of single malt. Knocking back the taster he savoured the slight burn at the back of his throat before pouring himself a more generous measure.
Opening his drawer he took out the 'Book' and started to write. When he got to putting down about the new man he stopped. He rubbed his eyes and a shiver passed down his spine again. Memories flooded into his mind and he tried to force them away.
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"Do it then you little shit, do it." The old mans eyes looked fit to burst from his head and he spat out the words.
The young Blackwell fought with his impulse to beat the life out of the Old man. He saw images in his mind of beating the man until his face was no more than a stain on the floor. But he couldn't, it wasn't quite time yet and it had to be done another way.
"Just like your fucking old man. You disgust me you filthy piece of lime ridden shit. Get the fuck out of my sight; you won't get shit from me. You hear me Dickie? You won't get shit. Now piss off I'll deal with you later."
Blackwell dropped his shoulders and moved upstairs. Plans were going to have to come forward a bit. Why did everything always come down to this? First his parents and now this venomous old shit trying to get him out. Well tonight may have to be good enough.
Blackwell silently came down stairs and slipped into the garage, he had about half an hour before 'Uncle' Michael went for his evening drive.
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Pushing the past away Blackwell leant back in his chair. He never considered himself a bad man. Just a man who had done bad things, in his mind there was a distinction. A bad man dedicated his life to being bad and doing bad to people, Blackwell just had moments where he was driven to protect himself. Only two moments in his life would he class as bad.
The favours or help that he offered were different. That was business. Normally he wasn't directly involved anyway. St Eubrie had a strange affect on people you see. It seemed to make people act in ways with just the slightest little nudge. Blackwell had always been good at the nudge. Then he would make sure he was there to remind people about what they had done, all written down you see in his 'Book'. Some needed a little more persuasion than just a written word, Blackwell was always sure to make damn sure he had it. Blackwell considered himself a Keeper of Secrets for the town.
Christ what was making him like this tonight? He had a good life and a good thing going. His mind cast back to when the stranger walked in tonight.
Blackwell's smile had faltered slightly when he had seen him standing at the bar. Something about that guy had made Blackwell uneasy.
Initially it reminded him of when Jack arrived, although Jack was an altogether different thing. Jack was malleable; this new chap didn't seem like that at all. This Wayne had an altogether more confidant manner, something about the eyes that Blackwell couldn't fathom.
Well he had seemed a decent enough chap. Needed a place to stay and work. Fine maybe he could be useful for a while until Blackwell could figure him out. So he had set him up in the house next door where he let Jack live and work would start in the morning.
Standing up he finished off his glass and stretched. Putting the book back in the drawer he left the office to go up stairs.
Breathing in the stale air for one last time that night he shivered again. This town was starting to get to him. Something was coming to this town; it seemed a madness had over taken people.
He would keep a close eye on Wayne and see how things went; if anything came up he could always deal with one drifter who no one would miss.
User Reviews
Submitted by Crystle (user info) at 2006-11-01 22:54:13 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by sparkle_pink (user info) at 2006-08-10 20:28:02 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Swee at.
Submitted by kaos-king (user info) at 2006-08-10 16:50:53 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by DrogoRoch (user info) at 2006-08-10 10:53:57 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by badassmofo (user info) at 2006-08-10 10:47:00 (#)
Ranking: 2
I think I'm going to stick to Cole and Blackwell not actually having any conversation, not that they don't but I'm not going to write it. I'll just focus on Cole's thoughts about Blackwell and thier interaction and what led to Cole getting the room and work from Blackwell.
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Good call. Conversation seems to be causing issues today.
Submitted by badassmofo (user info) at 2006-08-10 10:47:00 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I think I'm going to stick to Cole and Blackwell not actually having any conversation, not that they don't but I'm not going to write it. I'll just focus on Cole's thoughts about Blackwell and thier interaction and what led to Cole getting the room and work from Blackwell.
Submitted by DrogoRoch (user info) at 2006-08-10 10:35:39 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by sicosemen (user info) at 2006-08-10 10:26:33 (#)
Ranking: 2
I like this character.
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Thank you. By the way I noticed that Smitty refered to him as Dick. He doesn't like that much, Smitty should pop in though and have a chat.
Submitted by GodChicken (user info) at 2006-08-10 10:31:48 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Submitted by Stagger_Lee (user info) at 2006-08-10 10:07:26 (#)
Ranking: 2
I thought it was pretty clear that Blackwell didn't speak. I liked it.
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Not that blackwell spoke, but whether it was "the new man" or his dad, or someone else? that is what I mean. it was difficult to discern who the actual dialogue belonged to in his head.
Submitted by sicosemen (user info) at 2006-08-10 10:26:33 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I like this character.
Submitted by Stagger_Lee (user info) at 2006-08-10 10:07:26 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I thought it was pretty clear that Blackwell didn't speak. I liked it.
Submitted by DrogoRoch (user info) at 2006-08-10 09:52:59 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by GodChicken (user info) at 2006-08-10 09:44:18 (#)
Ranking: 1
Good, but some of the section with dialogue seemed a bit confusing. I was not sure who was talking or being talked to.
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Fair point.
I thought it was obvious Blackwell didn't sat anything but I shall bear it in mind in the future.
Submitted by GodChicken (user info) at 2006-08-10 09:44:18 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
Good, but some of the section with dialogue seemed a bit confusing. I was not sure who was talking or being talked to.
Submitted by badassmofo (user info) at 2006-08-10 09:40:30 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Yay....drifter!