~Samuel J. Livingston~
Samuel said nothing as he watched the Italian jerk up to his feet and smile maniacally. He was virtually unfazed, though; he knew that a creep like this would be erecting at least a few haunting images here and there. In fact, as the man strode over, Samuel donned a genuine grin. He was slightly perplexed, however, at the doll mounted onto the guy's shoulder, but it seemed like it had nothing to do with the current situation, so he paid no attention to it.
He listened to the man berate him for interrupting his chat with the French woman and for spoiling his appetite. His grin only turned more smug as the Italian completed his sentence.
It was a bold move on his part, sending the King advancing on the psychological game of chess that Samuel was playing with him, but he saw the kinks in the attack and dove right in.
Smiling even more, he pushed back, "The name's Samuel. I assume you're not familiar with the American accent, because that's exactly what my voice contains. I believe we have never spoken before because you've been trying to place that French girl over there-" he pointed at the girl the man had just spoken to- "under your control. You've been assigned the "The Devil" Tarot card, but even an ape can figure out that fact."
Samuel leaned in close to The Devil, his own eyes mere inches away from him. His voice was a mere whisper. "I can guess that you've been waiting for someone to swoop in and save the girl, and I proudly recommend shutting your childish mouth up. It's a shame that you're using your God-forsaken gift right out of the gate like this. I can tell you're a master at using it, which means that you've used it to torment countless other people to bring them under your control. You may think you're the stronger man here, but keep in mind that I sit on the throne, and me alone. Any attempts that you do to try to take it away from me will be obliterated. Because you see, you've started a fight that you'll never be able to escape from. No one can beat me at the art of deduction. No one."
Samuel leaned away from The Devil, returning to his original position. He shifted his gaze to the woman who was being fought over and read her expression. After a moment, he noticed that all of the other kids had looked up from what they were doing to watch the action. Perfect, he thought, smiling to himself mentally.
He listened to the man berate him for interrupting his chat with the French woman and for spoiling his appetite. His grin only turned more smug as the Italian completed his sentence.
It was a bold move on his part, sending the King advancing on the psychological game of chess that Samuel was playing with him, but he saw the kinks in the attack and dove right in.
Smiling even more, he pushed back, "The name's Samuel. I assume you're not familiar with the American accent, because that's exactly what my voice contains. I believe we have never spoken before because you've been trying to place that French girl over there-" he pointed at the girl the man had just spoken to- "under your control. You've been assigned the "The Devil" Tarot card, but even an ape can figure out that fact."
Samuel leaned in close to The Devil, his own eyes mere inches away from him. His voice was a mere whisper. "I can guess that you've been waiting for someone to swoop in and save the girl, and I proudly recommend shutting your childish mouth up. It's a shame that you're using your God-forsaken gift right out of the gate like this. I can tell you're a master at using it, which means that you've used it to torment countless other people to bring them under your control. You may think you're the stronger man here, but keep in mind that I sit on the throne, and me alone. Any attempts that you do to try to take it away from me will be obliterated. Because you see, you've started a fight that you'll never be able to escape from. No one can beat me at the art of deduction. No one."
Samuel leaned away from The Devil, returning to his original position. He shifted his gaze to the woman who was being fought over and read her expression. After a moment, he noticed that all of the other kids had looked up from what they were doing to watch the action. Perfect, he thought, smiling to himself mentally.