Campaign of the Month: October 2017
Blood and Bourbon
Emmett "Em" Delacroix
Sinner with a smile turned dead man walking
Emmett’s—Em to his friends— posture flows and shifts to fit the expectations of the audience. In a boardroom, his shoulders draw perpendicular to his spine, making him seem taller than he is, and his words are soft and urgent, verbal perfume; lean in and listen. At a party, you could cut yourself on his smile, and fall into his laugh; lean in, and listen. In the hood, he’s a native. White boys aren’t supposed to relax on these streets, but he speaks the language, so lean in and listen.
He’s wearing a suit, a hoodie, a polo and khakis, a poncho—it doesn’t matter. He’s wearing you down.
He’s your new best friend.
And he’s in control.
Name: Emmett Delacroix
Race: Mixed (3/4ths Caucasian, 1/4th African-American)
Date of Birth: October 17th, 1991
Weight: 126 lbs
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Hair Color: Black
• What is the worst thing Em has ever done?
He’s done some awful things, but most of them don’t haunt him. He’s ruined marriages, caused alcoholics to relapse, got a little old lady to spend half her pension trying to bail out her grandson from prison—but that was just for fun. Sure, their lives fell apart. Whatever. They were still breathing, weren’t they? Bad things happen to everybody, and if they were going to be idiots, they may as well be marks.
But what he did to Aunt Clarice—that was something special.
She was an awful old hag. His mother’s older sister, and a former nun at that. She would take the kids to church on Sundays, but what she did to Em when they were alone—well.
Five years after he left, his sister mentioned off-hand Clarice was on what would become her deathbed. Early onset Alzheimer’s. It had hit her quick and then slowed down, and their parents had long stopped visiting, since she couldn’t recognize them—and then Emmett got his idea.
He started visiting her. Staff let him right in, he was a relative and if he wanted to take care of the sheet-shitting senile bitch they weren’t going to turn him away. Every night for two weeks. She didn’t recognize him, but she was lucid enough, sometimes, to understand what he was telling her:
“You’re going to Hell, Clarice. God knows what you did. You’re going to Hell.” She understood that, all right. Condemnation was a part of her. She tried to argue at first, but then she would always start crying. Asking to be forgiven. She was sorry. So, so sorry. The things she admitted to—helping the church cover up the corruption of the Malveaux family, silencing the little boys the priests took a liking to—oh, she was so, so sorry. Please, just stop saying these awful things, God.
She never once apologized to little Em, though. Not for the long afternoons he stayed at her house, or when she used to call him up to her room…
So he didn’t stop. She died after a few weeks. The nurse said her last words were: “Don’t let him take me.”
Sometimes he thinks about that. Sometimes he wonders what kind of person he is. Sometimes, he wonders if he would do it again.
Most of the time, though, he just smiles.
• What is the worst thing Em can imagine himself doing? Driving somebody to suicide.
Howard Afflerbach was a wannabe investor and a mark—Em seduced his wife to get information on him, set up meetings with the guy as a financial adviser, wowed him with his insight, and promptly divested him of his son’s college fund before going poof. Easy money. It wasn’t Em’s fault the bastard tried to drown himself in Lake Pontchartrain, or that he was legally dead a bit too long for him to come back all the way. And Howie survived, even if he needs adult supervision to perform basic functions like taking a shit in his one-room apartment. Still, Em was rattled by the experience.
• What is the worst thing Em can imagine someone else doing? Exploiting childish innocence.
It’s one thing to con an idiot. But kids don’t know. Kids never had a chance. Em could never take advantage of that.
• What has Em forgotten? Being manipulated and influenced through supernatural means.
The night he went hunting for a mark, and found himself hunted. When he found himself staring into her eyes, and realizing that he wasn’t playing her, it was the other way around, but it didn’t matter because he wanted to be played. Realizing that something was desperately, hopelessly wrong as she took him to the motel, but not being able to say it, and losing himself in her eyes, before realizing that she didn’t have eyes, where the fuck were her eyes; He woke up in his own bed. He doesn’t know what happened. He forgets it, because to remember would be to admit that he was hunted.
• What is the most traumatic thing that has ever happened to Em? Sexual abuse by a relative.
His Aunt Clarice, a former nun, would have him over to her house occasionally for a “spiritual education” his mother thought was a good idea. Clarice had a unique way of… educating.
Clarice Brower (b. 1950, d. 2014)
• Eugene Delacroix (b. 1949) + Sharon Delacroix (née Brower) (b. 1956)
• Eveline “Lena” Merinelli (b. 1976) +
Daniel Merinelli (b. 1975, d. 2015?)
Maya Merinelli (b. 2006, d. 2015?)
Noah Merinelli (b. 2008, d. 2015?)
• Emmett “Em” Delacroix (b. 1991)