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undergrounds2016-04-24 10:33 am
baisant) wrote in undergrounds2016-04-24 10:33 am
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[OPEN] don't you ever tame your demons, always keep them on a leash
1. POLITICS OR LACK THEREOF
Jean-Claude has been a resident of the city long enough to have become well famliar with the way of things. Or the lack thereof, perhaps. With Millicent's way of things. He has lost count by now how many elections she has rigged in her own favor, by way of fear and intimidation. Anyone who should dare speak up and question her decision on the matter has been silenced, and through much more arcane means than any other faction participating in the Night Council might have done. Her treatment of her own people is crue and brutal and Jean-Claude has done his best to keep his head down lest he awaken her wrath upon himself. He had made such a mistake before, after all, with his own master, his maker back in France, and he had paid very dearly for it indeed.
But as he's passing just outside his club and he's handed a flyer campaigning for the woman, he has to hold his tongue. He lets the --student if he's not mistaken -- continue carrying on passing out flyers to those he recognizes from the community, and instead pauses to regard the paper in his hand. It's a joke. A farce. To endorse yourself in such a way when you refuse to allow any others to stand up against you, upon penealty of death.
He does not care who is watching him. He does not care who sees. Tightening his fists, he balls up the flyer and tosses it into the gutter below. He is well over six hundred years old and he is tired of these games.
2. GUILTY PLEASURES: ELECTION THEME NIGHT
Jean-Claude is a practical businessman, and he understands that most of his clientele knows who and what he is, especially those that are from the supernatural underground. He makes no attempts to try and hide it, after all. Quite the opposite, in fact, Jean-Claude rather enjoys flaunting who and what he is. Making a spectacle. Keeping people guessing -- on their toes.
And because he and his club are well-established in the supernatural community, as well as the fact that he likes making a spectacle, he makes it a point to arrange for theme nights every now and then. Closed to the general public, one may only enter if they prove their connections to the underground. And since a particular theme has presented itself so perfectly this month...
There is a dancer for every candidate. (Including Norrell, but Let's Not Go There.) Each of them has a little bit of time here and there on the stage throughout the night but it's up to the attendees to vote for who they think should get the final show. Each of the stage versions of the candidates camped up in their own stage dancer sort of way. Everyone from "Sylvia" with her tight blouse, short skirt, tweed, and garters -- definitely more of the sexy business approach. To "Dee" with her glasses and her cardigans -- she's definitely got more of the librarian appeal. Then there is of course the handyman Owen, whose outfit practically wrote itself. Millicent, who is quite obvious to all those who have seen the woman in person, with a touch of Jean-Claude's own version of kitschy vampire dress-up for those that don't -- he isn't certain he won't get in trouble for that parody all things considered but at this point he's thrown caution to the wind. All the way down to "Faolan", with his brooding looks, tight jeans, and leather jacket.
"What are your tastes?" Jean-Claude inquires of the crowd, quirking a smile as he MCs between acts and walks around collecting ballots. "Who will be your Guilty Pleasure?"
[ooc: hand in your vote!! ;) or just stop by to talk -- he won't complain either way.]
3. MORNING BREAKS
Jean-Claude has a daylight ring, and thus he does not need to keep the same hours a vampire without one might. As his dancers leave for the night, Jean-Claude himself takes to the street for a walk. To get himself out and about, and to find a good seat to watch the sun rise. There are a few people already out and about, even despite the slight drizzle in the air. He pulls his jacket closer around him as he settles himself down on the bench, letting out a quiet sigh as he feels something of the cold in the air beginning to settle into his bones. He will need to feed soon. But not yet. For now, he will enjoy the view.
He does not glance up at whoever it is that is approaching. He keeps his eyes on the sunrise. It is not a sight he had thought he might ever see again at one point in his life. And so it is a sight he does not think he will ever get tired of seeing.
"It is lovely, is it not?"
4. WILDCARD
If there's something else you'd rather play out with me, just hit me up and we can work something out! c:
Jean-Claude has been a resident of the city long enough to have become well famliar with the way of things. Or the lack thereof, perhaps. With Millicent's way of things. He has lost count by now how many elections she has rigged in her own favor, by way of fear and intimidation. Anyone who should dare speak up and question her decision on the matter has been silenced, and through much more arcane means than any other faction participating in the Night Council might have done. Her treatment of her own people is crue and brutal and Jean-Claude has done his best to keep his head down lest he awaken her wrath upon himself. He had made such a mistake before, after all, with his own master, his maker back in France, and he had paid very dearly for it indeed.
But as he's passing just outside his club and he's handed a flyer campaigning for the woman, he has to hold his tongue. He lets the --student if he's not mistaken -- continue carrying on passing out flyers to those he recognizes from the community, and instead pauses to regard the paper in his hand. It's a joke. A farce. To endorse yourself in such a way when you refuse to allow any others to stand up against you, upon penealty of death.
He does not care who is watching him. He does not care who sees. Tightening his fists, he balls up the flyer and tosses it into the gutter below. He is well over six hundred years old and he is tired of these games.
2. GUILTY PLEASURES: ELECTION THEME NIGHT
Jean-Claude is a practical businessman, and he understands that most of his clientele knows who and what he is, especially those that are from the supernatural underground. He makes no attempts to try and hide it, after all. Quite the opposite, in fact, Jean-Claude rather enjoys flaunting who and what he is. Making a spectacle. Keeping people guessing -- on their toes.
And because he and his club are well-established in the supernatural community, as well as the fact that he likes making a spectacle, he makes it a point to arrange for theme nights every now and then. Closed to the general public, one may only enter if they prove their connections to the underground. And since a particular theme has presented itself so perfectly this month...
There is a dancer for every candidate. (Including Norrell, but Let's Not Go There.) Each of them has a little bit of time here and there on the stage throughout the night but it's up to the attendees to vote for who they think should get the final show. Each of the stage versions of the candidates camped up in their own stage dancer sort of way. Everyone from "Sylvia" with her tight blouse, short skirt, tweed, and garters -- definitely more of the sexy business approach. To "Dee" with her glasses and her cardigans -- she's definitely got more of the librarian appeal. Then there is of course the handyman Owen, whose outfit practically wrote itself. Millicent, who is quite obvious to all those who have seen the woman in person, with a touch of Jean-Claude's own version of kitschy vampire dress-up for those that don't -- he isn't certain he won't get in trouble for that parody all things considered but at this point he's thrown caution to the wind. All the way down to "Faolan", with his brooding looks, tight jeans, and leather jacket.
"What are your tastes?" Jean-Claude inquires of the crowd, quirking a smile as he MCs between acts and walks around collecting ballots. "Who will be your Guilty Pleasure?"
[ooc: hand in your vote!! ;) or just stop by to talk -- he won't complain either way.]
3. MORNING BREAKS
Jean-Claude has a daylight ring, and thus he does not need to keep the same hours a vampire without one might. As his dancers leave for the night, Jean-Claude himself takes to the street for a walk. To get himself out and about, and to find a good seat to watch the sun rise. There are a few people already out and about, even despite the slight drizzle in the air. He pulls his jacket closer around him as he settles himself down on the bench, letting out a quiet sigh as he feels something of the cold in the air beginning to settle into his bones. He will need to feed soon. But not yet. For now, he will enjoy the view.
He does not glance up at whoever it is that is approaching. He keeps his eyes on the sunrise. It is not a sight he had thought he might ever see again at one point in his life. And so it is a sight he does not think he will ever get tired of seeing.
"It is lovely, is it not?"
4. WILDCARD
If there's something else you'd rather play out with me, just hit me up and we can work something out! c:
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"That much is true," Lancelot allows finally, "they may be a little distracting, but... they're safe from me. Although, I must admit, it's making me wonder about Sylvia when she was younger..."
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"I'm sure you can imagine," he says, with a wicked smile. Sylvia has certainly hardened over the years, to be true.
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He lofts an eyebrow at that, glancing up at the dancer for a second then back at Jean-Claude.
"Although it does make me wonder if I have missed out."
Shorts skirts and garters do have an appeal he can't truthfully deny, although of course the dancer also has the perfect figure for such a thing.
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"Perhaps you have, mon ami. Perhaps you have," he agrees. "But it is not your fault you were born to the age that you were. And there are plenty of others that you are not missing out in this one," he adds, quirking a smirk at him in turn.
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He shrugs minutely, sips his drink as his eyes slide away a little.
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"You have your reasons," he acquiesces. "And they are noble, at that. But try not to be so noble that you miss the opportunity, should it come to pass. You only have this one life to live." He flicks something of a smile at the other man. "Take it from someone who has seen a great many years. You do not want to work so hard you cannot find time to enjoy yourself." He glances over to the dancers, before turning back to wink at Lancelot. "However you so desire."
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Even if sometimes he doesn't agree with the Night Council, sometimes he doesn't agree with what he's asked to do -- at least he can gentle such things. Can give leeway where others would not.
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He shifts slightly where he stands, crossing his arms slightly as he does. "If you enjoy your work, as you say, then enjoy it. As I shall enjoy mine." He offers Lancelot something of a wicked smile, at that.