Jean-Claude (
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undergrounds2016-05-13 04:41 pm
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A Woman Scorned [Plot Post: OTA]
((ooc: plotting thread here, for reference!))
Because of the nature of Guilty Pleasures itself, Jean-Claude had not noticed that anything was afoot at first. Saturdays are Ladies' Nights (not when they invite the ladies as clientele like most other clubs would use the term, but rather when they invited the female dancers to participate as well). For a weekend, it brought in a larger array of people and thus more revenue for the club itself. And thus because Cherry was not due for another full day yet, it was not until he was pulled aside by her on again, off again lover and fellow dancer, Zane, that he understood what a grave error he had made indeed. For Cherry was not answering Zane's texts, and even though they were not currently sleeping together, she would never go the day without at least letting him know why she was so quiet.
It did not bode well. The fact that Millicent had issued the statement earlier in that day that in celebration of her victory, her vampires were given permission to hunt, feast, kill, and turn whomever they so desired, and the ensuing chaos that had begun in the wake of that is hardly a coincidence. Nor is the fact that Cherry, Jean-Claude knows for a fact, had been the dancer he'd chosen to play Millicent in his little display of politics the month previously.
No, it doesn't bode well at all, and after Jean-Claude's own attempts at contacting her are met with a phone call gone straight to voicemail and text messages about payroll left unanswered (which would never happen for anything short of a disaster), he knows that he has a kidnapping on his hands. And he need not exercise too much imagination to understand who it is that might have taken her. The trouble is, how to get her back without landing himself in even more trouble with the Duchess herself. The answer? Crowd sourcing.
Because of the nature of Guilty Pleasures itself, Jean-Claude had not noticed that anything was afoot at first. Saturdays are Ladies' Nights (not when they invite the ladies as clientele like most other clubs would use the term, but rather when they invited the female dancers to participate as well). For a weekend, it brought in a larger array of people and thus more revenue for the club itself. And thus because Cherry was not due for another full day yet, it was not until he was pulled aside by her on again, off again lover and fellow dancer, Zane, that he understood what a grave error he had made indeed. For Cherry was not answering Zane's texts, and even though they were not currently sleeping together, she would never go the day without at least letting him know why she was so quiet.
It did not bode well. The fact that Millicent had issued the statement earlier in that day that in celebration of her victory, her vampires were given permission to hunt, feast, kill, and turn whomever they so desired, and the ensuing chaos that had begun in the wake of that is hardly a coincidence. Nor is the fact that Cherry, Jean-Claude knows for a fact, had been the dancer he'd chosen to play Millicent in his little display of politics the month previously.
No, it doesn't bode well at all, and after Jean-Claude's own attempts at contacting her are met with a phone call gone straight to voicemail and text messages about payroll left unanswered (which would never happen for anything short of a disaster), he knows that he has a kidnapping on his hands. And he need not exercise too much imagination to understand who it is that might have taken her. The trouble is, how to get her back without landing himself in even more trouble with the Duchess herself. The answer? Crowd sourcing.

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"Why have you returned to our city? And at now, of all times. You should have run while you had the chance." He does not know what could come next, but this open invitation to pillage the city? He is fairly certain it will not come without repercussions from the rest of the community.
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He stretches his tiny body in the chair, feet not quite reaching the floor. "Plus, it's harder for a child alone to escape notice in the country than it is in town. It really is quite dull having to attack and then mind control everyone from Child Protective Services who comes 'round to check on me. Three weeks, it was, and seven seprarate social workers! No, it's better to just spend time with my dear friend Jean-Claude."
He eyes Jean-Claude's ring jealously. He hasn't seen sunlight in well over a century, but if Millicent is losing control...
"And if my dear friend Jean-Claude's managed to get himself in a bit of trouble while I've been gone, well. All the more reason to stay and help him get himself out of it. What did the girl do?"
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"It is less what she has done, and more what I used her to do," Jean-Claude replies, glancing away once more as he does, sighing in turn. "I threw an election theme night. There were. Dancers, for each nominee. Voting for them to take the state." He turns his dark blue eyes back to Joscelin as he continues, "Cherry was chosen to be our dear Duchess for the night."