A Convict's Story

Name's Lucifer. And, yeah, I may or may not have gotten in a bit of trouble with the so-called law enforcement on several occasions. Not a big deal, really. They're all corrupt little bastards anyway.

[This is a roleplaying blog for an AU, human and criminal, version of Supernatural's Lucifer.]




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posted 2 years ago on 11/5/2012 -
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posted 2 years ago on 8/5/2012 -

Followers. 

teleologyofdeath:

stuckinalifeofcrime

The bartender came over with a scowl, but like always, took the drink order and returned with the drinks soon after. Lucifer took a swig of the cold beer (he’d already drank plenty earlier; he’d at least wait a bit before becoming wasted again), and glanced at the identical individual next to him. “So, you were gonna tell me your life story or something, right?” 

Lucifer cradled the glass between his hands pensively, momentarily lost in contemplation of the amber liquid rippling within before his twin’s rougher voice dragged him back into the immediate reality. He gazed at him in silence for a few moments before tipping his head to the side with a crooked smirk.
“Not quite. That’d take far too long, and I don’t intend on being entirely conscious for much longer.” he replied with a shrug before taking his first sip of his drink; it burnt, and it felt like a relief as the fire from the alcohol immediately spread across his limbs.
“What’d you like to know in particular?” 

Lucifer watched the other man. It was strange, seeing this almost identical version of himself and yet, the convict could tell how different they were. How the man sitting beside him was definitely not him—nor would he ever be that man. Lucifer twisted the beer bottle in his hands, contemplating ordering more (or even just moving straight on to the whiskey; the hell with trying to keep any time ‘sober’). But he figured he’d give it a few more moments.

"So it’s safe to assume we’re very, very different people," he said. "You ain’t me and I sure as hell ain’t you. So, you don’t wanna tell me the whole story—at least tell what you do. What are you, Lucifer, and what brings ya to town?” said Lucifer as he leaned back on the bar stool, beer bottle in hand and eyes on the other man.


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posted 2 years ago on 6/5/2012 -

Followers. 

teleologyofdeath:

stuckinalifeofcrime:

teleologyofdeath:

stuckinalifeofcrime:

teleologyofdeath:

Actually yeah, I am. C’mon, let’s go there. I’m getting the first round.
Wanna know what’s up in your life, and I suspect it might take a while.

Sounds good. *grins* Hey, if you’re buyin’, I ain’t refusing. But you’re spilling the secrets first. *turns to lead the way* 

-Rolls his shoulders in a small shrug and joins his side, following him to the bar.- I’ll only offer what I can afford, big guy.

*takes a seat at the bar once they’re inside; it’s not that crowded, like always- just the ‘usual’ crowd scattered throughout* Like I said, it’s cheap here. You should be able to afford some decent shit. 

-Hops onto a stool next to his twin, perching atop of it like an observant bird if prey, and begins to scrutinise his surroundings out of habit; the young Lucifer is very observant owing to his inclination towards the scientific method, and likes to leave nothing unexplored. When he finally reverts his gaze back to the other man, he smirks crookedly.-
Knock yourself out, then. I’m going to start off with some JD. -That said, he makes a friendly gesture to the barman, urging him to take their orders.- 

The bartender came over with a scowl, but like always, took the drink order and returned with the drinks soon after. Lucifer took a swig of the cold beer (he’d already drank plenty earlier; he’d at least wait a bit before becoming wasted again), and glanced at the identical individual next to him. “So, you were gonna tell me your life story or something, right?” 


Followers. 

teleologyofdeath:

stuckinalifeofcrime:

teleologyofdeath:

Actually yeah, I am. C’mon, let’s go there. I’m getting the first round.
Wanna know what’s up in your life, and I suspect it might take a while.

Sounds good. *grins* Hey, if you’re buyin’, I ain’t refusing. But you’re spilling the secrets first. *turns to lead the way* 

-Rolls his shoulders in a small shrug and joins his side, following him to the bar.- I’ll only offer what I can afford, big guy.

*takes a seat at the bar once they’re inside; it’s not that crowded, like always- just the ‘usual’ crowd scattered throughout* Like I said, it’s cheap here. You should be able to afford some decent shit. 


Followers. 

teleologyofdeath:

stuckinalifeofcrime:

teleologyofdeath:

stuckinalifeofcrime:

So, what’s my look-alike been up to? 

Just passed a monster set of exams. Am now on my break and, therefore, homeless. It’s a long story. Not sure you want to hear it unless you have some booze on you… though you most certainly seem to have some on your breath.

Yeah, yeah. You’re not the first one to say that. *searches around in his pockets, finally finding a pack of gum next to the cigarettes and pulls out a stick* Well, if you’re just desperate for a drink, the bar down the street’s cheap. 

Actually yeah, I am. C’mon, let’s go there. I’m getting the first round.
Wanna know what’s up in your life, and I suspect it might take a while.

Sounds good. *grins* Hey, if you’re buyin’, I ain’t refusing. But you’re spilling the secrets first. *turns to lead the way* 


Followers. 

teleologyofdeath:

stuckinalifeofcrime:

So, what’s my look-alike been up to? 

Just passed a monster set of exams. Am now on my break and, therefore, homeless. It’s a long story. Not sure you want to hear it unless you have some booze on you… though you most certainly seem to have some on your breath.

Yeah, yeah. You’re not the first one to say that. *searches around in his pockets, finally finding a pack of gum next to the cigarettes and pulls out a stick* Well, if you’re just desperate for a drink, the bar down the street’s cheap. 


Followers. 

teleologyofdeath:

askconvictluci:

teleologyofdeath:

Hi, twin. Long time no see. How’s jail?

Huh. You look good. And oh yeah, it’s just wonderful. Such a nice vacation.

Thanks. As do you. The ragged look suits you.

So, what’s my look-alike been up to? 


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teleologyofdeath:

askconvictluci:

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teleologyofdeath

the-walking—party

 

So it’s what? A family reunion?  

Hi, twin. Long time no see. How’s jail?

Huh. You look good. And oh yeah, it’s just wonderful. Such a nice vacation.