Jesper De Lenfent

Jesper De Lenfent 24/264 Master Closed RP

[conall-fraser]

What? What do you want?

[conall-fraser]

  She saw the sadistic smile on his face and knew she was in trouble. Her heart began to beat faster with each word he spoke. He might even be worse than the fairy that got hold of her before. “Run? What do you mean run? I will not. You want to hunt me down, chase me? You’re kidding right?” Looking back into his eyes, she could see he was not. It was probably too late to back track, but she figured it couldn’t hurt to try. “Okay,” she said throwing her arms up, “I understand. I get it. I’m sorry. Can we start over?” He was going to play with her, she knew it. “Look, I can’t run from you, you’re too fast. I can’t hide, you’ll hear my heartbeat. Please. Just do what you want here or take me out, but don’t make me run and be hunted down by you. Please.” Panic was beginning to set in and she didn’t think her heart could race any faster. “I’ll strip and you can beat me if you want. Anything, just don’t make me run.” It felt like one of those animal hunts she had read about in the news. Where the animals were pretty much sitting prey for the rich gamers who came to hunt them down and kill them.

[blood-and-blues]

"You say you will do anything, and yet you exclude the very thing I want you to do." Jesper began to pace lazily around the cell as the smirk on his lips continued to grow more malice filled by the second. As her heart raced so did his excitement for the inevitable chase that would take place. Either the girl would run or he would kill her; or so he would allow her to believe for the time being. Nimble fingers reached out taking a few strands of Bria's hair before he smelled them delicately allowing the palpable scent of her fear seep deep into his lungs. "To run was simply a suggestion; If you wish to stay in this cell with me than by all means do so. Though I should warn you, if I don't get some energy out via the chase I will likely not be able to control myself when we truly begin to play." The vampire normally wasn't quite so sadistic, but he had always had a flare for the dramatic and at the moment he wished to show just how far his reach stretched. If Bria was lucky he would forget about the entire incident after he was finished; the more likely outcome was that he would view this woman as his play thing from this moment on. "What shall it be Mon Chere?"

[aestheticxdrafts]

  The music transported Qhuinn back to a time when she was happy, human. Just a young woman strolling the French Quater, in the city that she loved. The man’s voice jerked her back to reality though, reminding her that she wasn’t that girl anymore. “Sorry..:” she whispered, shifting awkwardly. The man’s voice even had a familiar lilt.. “For a minute there it was almost like I was back home again..”

[blood-and-blues]

"And where do you call home?" Jesper purred as his smirk slowly contorted itself into something more presentable. He was genuinely curious as to where this woman had come from partly due to the fact that his own songs of home had made her feel such a way. "I am from France by way of New Orleans. You have the look of a Bayou Beauty if I've ever seen one."

[sibylatheslave]

"Someone, please make use of me."

[sibylatheslave]

  "Yes, Sir. I try to be. It is my role as a slave to always be available to service a Master or Mistress. I know my place, and I don’t feel valuable unless I am being of service. Is there some way I can service you, Sir?"

[blood-and-blues]

Jesper watched her curiously before opening her cell door and taking a step back continued to watch her closely. He was curious to see how she would react to the sudden idea of freedom, to see if she was truely broken or if she was simply putting on an act. After a few long moments he finally broke the silence between them once more, "Come, take a walk with me."

[conall-fraser]

What? What do you want?

[conall-fraser]

  "Hmph," and she rolled her eyes at him. "Do what you want, it’s what I’m here for, right? Whatever. And just because you are out there and I’m in here doesn’t make you better than me. After all YOU keep humans captive as sex slaves and blood bags. Yeah, you’re better, alright." She huffed again and bit back, "So, what do you want? And PLEASE don’t tell me that using my mouth is your idea of a punishment. God, can’t you monsters be more creative than that?” She was having a bad day and didn’t really care what he did decide to do with her.

[blood-and-blues]

The smile on the vampires lips grew increasingly more twisted with each disrespectful word that left the mortal's. There was a darkness in Jesper that had been born the moment he was given true life. "You misunderstand the situation; I don't think myself better because of my position but what I am. You are a weak sack of flesh reduced to nothing more than the source of my entertainment and pleasure. You also assume that the only use I might have for you would be for the blood that flows through your veins or the cunt between your thighs. I am a predator and you are my prey." He danced across the short expanse of concrete the still remained between him and her cell door before joyfully swinging the cage open, "Run. It is no fun when your heart is so quiet."

[aestheticxdrafts]

  While Phoenix was taking a nap, Qhuinn decided to go for a walk. The worry of having to hand him over to the king in mere hours weighed heavily on her mind, and she needed some fresh air. She headed to the park across the street from her apartment building, and the first thing she noticed was the music. It reminded her of home..a sound she hadn’t heard in months… Following the soft strains, she stood in from of the man that was playing, seemingly transfixed. 

[blood-and-blues]

Normally Jesper would have played on without much attention to whoever was watching, but there was something about the woman who now watched so intently that caught his eye. He offered her a sly smile as he continued to sing softly finally closing out the song before addressing her formally. "Something I can assist you with Belle?"

[sibylatheslave]

"Someone, please make use of me."

"I’m so bored. I’ll do anything. ANYTHING."

[blood-and-blues]

"Rather eager aren't we?" Jesper purred in a taunting tone as he looked over the woman. "I wonder if you are always so pleasant?"

[conall-fraser]

What? What do you want?

"I’m so NOT in the mood right now. Just go away.”

[blood-and-blues]

A gentle stream of air passed the vampires lips in a choppy as if he were disciplining some manner of dog. "Now, is that really anyway to address your betters?" Jesper stood with his shoulders rested lightly against the wall that laid opposite of her cell door and a mischievous look in his eyes, "Careful, mon chere, or I'll find something more productive for that pretty little mouth of yours."

[karina-sanderson]

The witch folded her arms around her tiny frame, and smiled. “I hadn’t heard it before, but it does sound like it is a gem.” The weather was quite nice at this time of the month, but it was certainly cold. Shrugging it off, she took a couple of steps closer and looked around, “Do you come here to the park often? And uhm, to answer your question, yes, I do like music.”

[blood-and-blues]

"Even better when falling off a tongue as talented as mine, don't you think?" His words took on a slightly playful hint despite the fact that he meant every syllable. Jesper had always had the astounding ability to put just the right amount of sarcasm into his words to keep others guessing whether he truly meant what he said or not; though nine times out of ten he was quite serious. "Oui, I find it relaxing." He paused taking a closer look at the blonde as she approached. "Don't we all? I was referring to the sweet sounds of New Orleans. The blues are well suited for this time of year don't you think?"

[blood-and-blues]

[karina-sanderson]

Among those who walked by was Karina. The blonde was in her way to Olympia’s pettite show, and although she had agreed not to make any unnecessary stops, the music touched her in a special way. “I’m sorry, but what is that song you’re playing?” she said in a rather soft tone, hand landing on her hip as she shifted her weight onto one leg. Vampire.  That’s what he was..and she wondered just how many more there were.

[blood-and-blues]

The vampire turned his hazel eyes towards the woman when her words broke through the shell his music had locked him behind. His fingers continued to move across the strings with an eerie grace though he was polite enough to play a bit more gently to allow for a bit of friendly conversation, "That little gem is The Plank." The song was one of the more modern in his arsenal but he enjoyed it all the same and it seemed that the woman before him did as well. "You have an ear for music?" His voice, as always, was little more than a sultry purr bathed in his clipped French accent. It seemed that no matter how long he spent in the states there were certain parts of his heritage that he just couldn't shake.

[blood-and-blues]

The violin would always be Jesper's first love, but his time down in New Orleans had instilled a deep love for the six string and blues that were customary down in the bogs. The vampire now perched himself atop one of the benches that rested near the heart of the park plucking away at the strings with not a care in the world. He offered an occasional glance to those who passed and a devilish smirk to those who stayed, but ultimately he turned his attention back to his music.

[ashasylum-rp]

Welcome, Keane, to the Broken City. You have arrived as Jesper De Lenfent,under the Jackson Rathborne face claim, holding a whip. Please create and submit your blog within 24 hours.  Let us know if you need help settling in.

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