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undergrounds2016-09-11 08:46 pm
baisant) wrote in undergrounds2016-09-11 08:46 pm
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A. GUILTY PLEASURES
Jean-Claude sits at his usual place at the corner of the bar at Guilty Pleasures. However, that's probably the only normal thing about it. Where he would normally be surveying the crowd, trying to ascertain whether the crowd is enjoying itself and trying to do what he can to see that they do if not, he has other things on his mind at the moment. There are hunters in Islington, attacking his people. Raymond had formed an alliance with Midnight, and then Redbright had called in her dogs and effectively eradicated them.
Jean-Claude is willing to bet that Raymond isn't going to be happy about this. He's just waiting for the next pin to drop. And questioning what there is exactly to do about it. And when. When should he make his move. When should he gather his people and put a stop to this. Preferably before they come to regret not having done so. But only hindsight will allow them such knowledge, and Jean-Claude is not about to make the same mistake twice.
He will admit, however, it's making him very distracted. And nowhere near as fun as he normally is.
B. A BREATH OF FRESH AIR
There's only so long that Jean-Claude can dwell by himself in his own club before he recognizes that the patrons might catch on that something is the matter, and so it is that he decides to go for a walk. To try and clear his head, or that's the idea at least. It is more accurate to say, as Jean-Claude makes his way through the streets of London, tugging his frock coat closer against himself against the night air, that at least he's getting his heavy thoughts out of his club and away from public view.
He is perhaps thinking a little too hard for the environment he finds himself in. But he doesn't exactly anticipate that he should be running into anyone to interrupt his thoughts. Not at such a time of night, not in such a place as this. Perhaps he should have been paying more attention, however. If he had then he might have remembered the mention of hunters in the territory and therefore been instantly more aware of his surroundings and the people -- or creatures -- he may find around him.
But he had excused himself and his thoughts out of the club for a reason, and as such is entirely unaware of whoever he might run into on such a night as this.
C. Choose your own adventure!
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lycanthropy101 to talk it out! c:
Jean-Claude sits at his usual place at the corner of the bar at Guilty Pleasures. However, that's probably the only normal thing about it. Where he would normally be surveying the crowd, trying to ascertain whether the crowd is enjoying itself and trying to do what he can to see that they do if not, he has other things on his mind at the moment. There are hunters in Islington, attacking his people. Raymond had formed an alliance with Midnight, and then Redbright had called in her dogs and effectively eradicated them.
Jean-Claude is willing to bet that Raymond isn't going to be happy about this. He's just waiting for the next pin to drop. And questioning what there is exactly to do about it. And when. When should he make his move. When should he gather his people and put a stop to this. Preferably before they come to regret not having done so. But only hindsight will allow them such knowledge, and Jean-Claude is not about to make the same mistake twice.
He will admit, however, it's making him very distracted. And nowhere near as fun as he normally is.
B. A BREATH OF FRESH AIR
There's only so long that Jean-Claude can dwell by himself in his own club before he recognizes that the patrons might catch on that something is the matter, and so it is that he decides to go for a walk. To try and clear his head, or that's the idea at least. It is more accurate to say, as Jean-Claude makes his way through the streets of London, tugging his frock coat closer against himself against the night air, that at least he's getting his heavy thoughts out of his club and away from public view.
He is perhaps thinking a little too hard for the environment he finds himself in. But he doesn't exactly anticipate that he should be running into anyone to interrupt his thoughts. Not at such a time of night, not in such a place as this. Perhaps he should have been paying more attention, however. If he had then he might have remembered the mention of hunters in the territory and therefore been instantly more aware of his surroundings and the people -- or creatures -- he may find around him.
But he had excused himself and his thoughts out of the club for a reason, and as such is entirely unaware of whoever he might run into on such a night as this.
C. Choose your own adventure!
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Jean-Claude cannot help but chuckle softly, shaking his head in response to the other man's suggestions. "Well, I will admit that I do enjoy the ballet, every now and again," he says. "You must think very highly of me though, to put me in such places as that. A gallery? Oh, mon ami, I do not know the slightest thing about art these days."
He wants to say that he was probably born poorer than anyone Daryl has ever known, and that he is only where he is because he has worked hard to get there and worked hard to pretend that he's better than he is. But to say as much is to give away far too many secrets. So he shakes his head again. "You must have a very high opinion of me indeed," he says instead.
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"You wish," he said with another huff of air that was closer to a laugh. He was clearly making assumptions about backgrounds and privileges here.
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"Oh?" Jean-Claude tilts his head at the other man, offering him something of his own brand of wide-eyed perplexion. "Perhaps you would care to enlighten me then, mon ami." If he does not think that highly of him, perhaps he has something against the rich? The image of class that Jean-Claude represents? Even if it is not quite the niche that he falls into. It is simply difficult to live for over 600 years and not amass a certain wealth to his name. It isn't as though he needs to spend it on common necessities like groceries.
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Daryl pushed off the wall with a frown and started towards the nearest fire escape, "I don't think shit about you."
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Jean-Claude watches him as he turns to walk away. To run away, really. Even if he is only moving at a walking pace.
"Do you really?" he calls out towards the other man, his voice soft but cutting easily through the hush that has fallen over the city at this hour. "I would ask you not to lie to me, mon ami, just because that is an easier answer than the truth."
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He leaned in, voice low and just on the edge of threatening, "You callin' me a liar?"
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"Not in the way that you suggest," he replies, keeping his voice soft and just this side of sensual. He need not speak much louder, as they stand so close to one another now. "But I think you lie when you say that you do not think much of me. There must be some reason you spared me from your hunt." He gives the other man a once-over, which is really just a trailing of his eyes, standing as close as they are, before meeting the other man's once more, and continuing, his voice even lower than before. "And such a reason fascinates me, mon ami. As do you." He tilts his head to the side. "Or, should I say, mon chat."
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"You ain't the prey."
It was true enough. Jean-Claude hadn't been who he'd followed. But it was also a way of skirting the truth, too. Since Daryl had given up on getting the exact same target back in his sights as the night had dragged on. Most any vampire would have done just as well. Jean-Claude just happened to fall into that pocket of exceptions.