Georgie Sinclair

Grant had rarely ever let his guard down, and even now it wouldn’t be completely lowered. But if there was a chance that he could enjoy himself, even if it was just a once in a life time event, then why not allow himself the opportunity. This man did just happen to witness some harsh violence and that hadn’t deterred him. Maybe big fish like the fool that was drug out of here excited Georgie, so Grant wondered what he would think of someone like him, a shark.

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Georgie was pleased to find his remark hadn’t been found offensive. The grin that Grant gave him sent a small chill down Georgie’s spine, settling comfortably within the small of his back.

From the corner of his eye, Georgie noticed the waitress approaching with the new bottle of wine. He leaned back, making as if to stretch while doing so. Tilting his head slightly, Georgie flashed Grant a shit-eating grin of his own.

“A man lucky enough to have been found on your good side, hopefully,” was his honest answer. Grabbing his glass, Georgie held it aloft to the waitress, offering a little wink as a way of letting the girl know all was well.

Grant let his smile fade as the waitress returned, waiting to respond as she went about filling their glasses. He gave her a polite thank you and asked for another minute to order. Once she had left the crime lord lifted his glass to Georgie and kept a steady eye contact with the man, smelling and tasting the wine. He appreciated a good wine, even if it wasn’t a greatly sought after year. Grant set the glass down and removed his cap. He didn’t feel like he was going to leave anytime soon, why would he with such pleasant company.

“You know… I’m not really too- well, sociable so my etiquette might be rusty. Don’t get me wrong, what he got was intended… I just want you to know I don’t treat everybody that way.”

Grant’s comment made him stall for a moment. Georgie glanced from his company to the other patrons around them, huddled and hushed over their own tables. He returned his eyes to Grant, a confused half-smile forming.

“What?” he asked honestly, with a little chuckle. His lower-class accent, his true accent, came through a bit thicker than he had intended, and he cleared his throat.

Mr. Black - Canon Divergent San Francisco Crime Lord for Crime, Dark Crime & Horror Rps

Based on the Lon Chaney villain from The Penalty (1920) with original elements added.

FC: Hugo Becker

After being hit by a car and having both of his legs mistakenly amputated by an inexperienced doctor, Grant Noir was eventually cast to the dangerous streets of the Barbary Coast in San Francisco by his father. Instead of perishing the boy grew to be a greatly feared and brutal crime boss that controls all the vice, corruption and crime in the city, plotting one day to destroy it all and exact a twisted revenge on those who wronged him.

“I never saw a more enchanting farce…”

Georgie retracted his hand after a beat, catching his smile before it fell. With a nod of acceptance, he watched as Grant Noir flicked his cigar casually into the old wine glass, now used as an ashtray.

With a charming smile Georgie watched as the waitress left in an awkward state, a condition he would rather not find himself in. His eyes lingered on the money, before coming back to Grant.

“Well, Mr. Noir, I think that’s a capital idea,” he beamed, appreciating this man’s beauty. Georgie had low standards when it came to his companions, his number one rule being that they were rich. This man seemed to be just that, and handsome as a bonus.

Georgie grinned. “Or do you prefer Mr. Black? Personally, I like Grant. Although Mr. Noir does make you sound a bit like a super-villain.”

He kept his gaze on Georgie, trying to determine if he was really sincere or just trying to pull the leg he didn’t have. This guy had a sense of humor which was refreshing, Grant’s own humor could be dark at times. Grant like the sound of sounding like a super-villain. It was what could best describe him at times. A genuine playfully sinister grin marked his face as he couldn’t help but be a little flustered by the remark. “Grant is fine… and if I’m a super villain what would that make you, Georgie Sinclair?”

Grant had rarely ever let his guard down, and even now it wouldn’t be completely lowered. But if there was a chance that he could enjoy himself, even if it was just a once in a life time event, then why not allow himself the opportunity. This man did just happen to witness some harsh violence and that hadn’t deterred him. Maybe big fish like the fool that was drug out of here excited Georgie, so Grant wondered what he would think of someone like him, a shark.

From the corner of his eye, Georgie noticed the waitress approaching with the new bottle of wine. He leaned back, making as if to stretch while doing so. Tilting his head slightly, Georgie flashed Grant a shit-eating grin of his own.

“Do you ever just live in the moment? It’s like now, what could be better than being tucked here with you?”

As soon as he slipped out from the back of his town car Grant was intent on drawing some blood. Maybe even dislodging some teeth. The asshole who had yet to fully pay back a fifty-thousand dollar debt was out and about, spending big bucks on some pretty, little, dapper boy toy. He settled on his crutches, looking around with his dark eyes, quickly spotting the asshole in question, as well as his pretty companion, both seated near a window at a little English cafe. The tension in his features broke as he smiled to himself, knowing he was about to frighten a room full of people. It was the little things that made all this worth it. Grant quite enjoyed disturbing the public with violence. It made up for all the times he disturbed people just by moving along on his stumps with his crutches, going about the mundane.

Two very large goons accompanied him as he made his way in, keeping a good distance behind him and not because he was slow by any means. Grant could be quite vicious when lashing out with his wooden crutches and if anyone new better than to get too close to the mob boss during one of his outbursts, it was his own men. Grant was always well dressed, even for these occasions, adorning a dark brown three piece suit, but it was only his brown cap that could be seen over the tables as he passed them to his unwitting victim. Anyone who glanced his way was met with a hateful stare that succeeded in turning attentions quickly away from him.

He was by the side of his target in no time and when the big idiot noticed, looking down at Grant, the hard wooden handle of his right crutch struck hard between the idiot’s eyes, under the eyebrows. Grant watched as the man slumped back in his chair from the force, his eyes rolled up into his head as his mouth fell open with only a gurgle. Grant swiftly hooked that same crutch behind the man’s neck and used it to slam his face forward into the table. His two goons still waited patiently as onlookers became aghast and horrified. He paid them no mind as he proceeded to rob them man, cleaning out his pockets and tossing what he found onto the table. Grant hoisted himself up into a chair, so now he was sitting opposite the pretty boy toy, motioning for his goons to take away the unconscious asshole.

“Don’t touch this one…” Grant smiled, watching the man across from him as he lifted a cigar he stole off his victim. “He’s only here for aesthetic purposes… ain’t that right?” The two men lifted the unconscious fool and carried him away as Grant kept on, not missing a beat, somewhat condescending in his tone. “I hope you two weren’t really close, cause you won’t be seeing him for awhile… not ‘till I get all that’s owed me.” He lifted a glass of wine that would go unfinished, bit the end off the cigar and the swirled the wine before smelling it. “Cheap brand.” He set the wine down and retrieved a lighter to light his cigar, his eyes finding themselves drawn back to those of his present company. Somebody he figured would have split already but didn’t. Grant wasn’t sure what to make of that.

As his date was removed, and the new man took his place, Georgie was struck by how handsome he was. Giving a nod of appreciation and agreement, he grinned, and sat the glass down.

“You are right. On all accounts.” Georgie crossed his arms on the table, leaning forward a bit. He tipped his head from the wine to the man being dragged away.

“He wouldn’t know the finer things in life if they were sitting right in front of him.” Georgie’s eyes sparkled at his new companion, the excitement of something new going straight to his toes. 

“But I don’t think you have that problem, hmm?” Georgie tilted his head, thoroughly enjoying all of this.  Reaching a hand across the table, he introduced himself to the little psycho.

“Georgie Sinclair. And who is the charming man that is now paying for my meal?”

He wasn’t sure why he had shared his real name. The situation surely didn’t call for it but there was something about Georgie. He took a puff from the cigar and finally looked away from his present company, signalling the waitress over. He flicked the cigar into the glass of cheap wine and when the girl arrived he spoke kindly enough, but there was a threatening undertone about it all. “If your employer over there hasn’t already gone and called the police, which you should advise him against, I would like to order a bottle of your best red wine and to see a menu.” He extracted a hundred dollars and handed it to her, followed by another. “Give one of those to your boss and keep the other for yourself.” The girl was uncomfortable, even afraid some and she just nodded, politely taking the money, not sure what he would do if she didn’t.

Grant looked over to Georgie, explaining and hiding the fact that he was afraid the man across from him would reject his offer. Maybe he’d laugh at him in the end like some of the others. It was a risk he would take even though a part of him wanted to say something cruel and end any notion that he could stay and accompany this interesting, attractive man. “If I’m going to be paying for you I might as well stay and get to know you a little better, don’t you think?”

With a charming smile Georgie watched as the waitress left in an awkward state, a condition he would rather not find himself in. His eyes lingered on the money, before coming back to Grant.

“Well, Mr. Noir, I think that’s a capital idea,” he beamed, appreciating this man’s beauty. Georgie had low standards when it came to his companions, his number one rule being that they were rich. This man seemed to be just that, and handsome as a bonus.

With a huff, Georgie turned as best he could, assuming what he believed to be a voice of authority. 

“Are you going to simply torment me, or shall I scream for help?”

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As soon as he slipped out from the back of his town car Grant was intent on drawing some blood. Maybe even dislodging some teeth. The asshole who had yet to fully pay back a fifty-thousand dollar debt was out and about, spending big bucks on some pretty, little, dapper boy toy. He settled on his crutches, looking around with his dark eyes, quickly spotting the asshole in question, as well as his pretty companion, both seated near a window at a little English cafe. The tension in his features broke as he smiled to himself, knowing he was about to frighten a room full of people. It was the little things that made all this worth it. Grant quite enjoyed disturbing the public with violence. It made up for all the times he disturbed people just by moving along on his stumps with his crutches, going about the mundane.

Two very large goons accompanied him as he made his way in, keeping a good distance behind him and not because he was slow by any means. Grant could be quite vicious when lashing out with his wooden crutches and if anyone new better than to get too close to the mob boss during one of his outbursts, it was his own men. Grant was always well dressed, even for these occasions, adorning a dark brown three piece suit, but it was only his brown cap that could be seen over the tables as he passed them to his unwitting victim. Anyone who glanced his way was met with a hateful stare that succeeded in turning attentions quickly away from him.

He was by the side of his target in no time and when the big idiot noticed, looking down at Grant, the hard wooden handle of his right crutch struck hard between the idiot’s eyes, under the eyebrows. Grant watched as the man slumped back in his chair from the force, his eyes rolled up into his head as his mouth fell open with only a gurgle. Grant swiftly hooked that same crutch behind the man’s neck and used it to slam his face forward into the table. His two goons still waited patiently as onlookers became aghast and horrified. He paid them no mind as he proceeded to rob them man, cleaning out his pockets and tossing what he found onto the table. Grant hoisted himself up into a chair, so now he was sitting opposite the pretty boy toy, motioning for his goons to take away the unconscious asshole.

“Don’t touch this one…” Grant smiled, watching the man across from him as he lifted a cigar he stole off his victim. “He’s only here for aesthetic purposes… ain’t that right?” The two men lifted the unconscious fool and carried him away as Grant kept on, not missing a beat, somewhat condescending in his tone. “I hope you two weren’t really close, cause you won’t be seeing him for awhile… not ‘till I get all that’s owed me.” He lifted a glass of wine that would go unfinished, bit the end off the cigar and the swirled the wine before smelling it. “Cheap brand.” He set the wine down and retrieved a lighter to light his cigar, his eyes finding themselves drawn back to those of his present company. Somebody he figured would have split already but didn’t. Grant wasn’t sure what to make of that.

As his date was removed, and the new man took his place, Georgie was struck by how handsome he was. Giving a nod of appreciation and agreement, he grinned, and sat the glass down.

“You are right. On all accounts.” Georgie crossed his arms on the table, leaning forward a bit. He tipped his head from the wine to the man being dragged away.

“He wouldn’t know the finer things in life if they were sitting right in front of him.” Georgie’s eyes sparkled at his new companion, the excitement of something new going straight to his toes. 

“But I don’t think you have that problem, hmm?” Georgie tilted his head, thoroughly enjoying all of this.  Reaching a hand across the table, he introduced himself to the little psycho.

“Georgie Sinclair. And who is the charming man that is now paying for my meal?”