CÉLINE

server at girafe resturant / art enthusiast

[celinedupont]

jeanlucchastain​:

He could tell he was being carefully examined and it made him nervous, what she might find. Jean wasn’t naive to his problems or his insecurities and he hated that anyone might see them in his eyes. Still, despite his fears and reservations, he took a glance at her hand outstretched and only hesitated for a second before reaching forward and shaking it firmly. At least she was honest about why her day had been bad; he didn’t think he’d divulge his secrets for the time being. The tenderness of her actions surprised him and he immediately leaned away from her touch, fear shifting inside of him at the unexpected action. He wasn’t used to people being tender with him, taking care of him, so he was wary of her intentions but he sat still enough for her to help him. “Thank you,” he says, voice soft and surprisingly gentle. Inside, he feels a shifting of turmoiled emotions rising to the surface and immediately he breaks eye contact with her, wondering where she had come from and why she was being like this with him of all people. “You’re kind.” It almost sounds like a question, a vying for answers to a problem that he doesn’t understand. 

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Her eyes studied his face for only a moment more, taking in blue iris’ and dark brows, very handsome features when the brow isn’t split, nose bloodied and lips chapped. He looked like a painting, something macabre and beautiful at the same time but she couldn’t quite place what she was thinking of. She’d hang his painting in her room and stare at it for hours if she could, just to figure out what he’s thinking, what makes him so tense, so tired. “You looked like you could use some kindness.” She says behind a softened smile, dark hair hanging over her shoulders and framing the sides of her face, doe eyes and wide lips. She was always a savior, a blessing as much as it was a curse, overtaking her entire being and making her a martyr of her own gentleness. Then their drinks are delivered and she pushes his slightly more in his direction, holding up her own. “And you definitely looked like you could use a drink.” Now her smile is wider, more amused, though her expression remains somewhat soft. It’s as if she’s trying to call over a frightened stray cat, waiting for permission to pet it. She holds her glass out in his direction for a cheers and says, “Here’s to the other guy; may he look worse than you.”

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jeanlucchastain​:

If a beautiful woman was buying him a drink, who was he to say no? Especially in his sorry state. Sniffling, he made sure to sit gingerly to take some pressure off his ribs, his body leaned more towards her than not and he suddenly wanted to apologize for the state he was in upon meeting her. But then the insecurities reared their ugly head and he stayed quiet. Her comment on his night made him smile and he troubled himself with reaching over to grab some napkins from behind the bar, stretching his wounded sigh and making him grimace and breathe sharply through his teeth. “I’m Jean,” he offered his name, shifting back into his seat with a handful of napkins that he immediately brought up to his face to dab at the blood there. There was a small laceration along his eyebrow that had dribbled blood into his eye and he wiped that up as well. Once done, he looked a little more like a human being and less like someone who had just been beaten into a pulp. Stuffing the napkins into his pocket, he thought back to her earlier comment about her night. “What made yours so bad?” It was obvious as to why he was having a bad night. 

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She easily reached over the bar, long, thin fingers grasping napkins as she handed a couple extra over to him. Melted brown meets blue when she makes eye contact, iris’ studying his bloodied face with precision, the cuts and bruises drawing her eye just as much as his features, squared jaw, sharp nose, naturally narrowed eyes. “Such a shame.” She says, voice more light toying than pitying, not knowing if perhaps he deserved the ass-kicking he received or if he got off on it, really, who was she to judge? If he got that way it happened for a reason, surely a red flag, but who was she if not honest? “Céline.” She says, reaching out a hand daringly. She didn’t care about the blood crusted on his fingers or palm, she was a handshaker, and he’d have to be brave enough to match her energy, eyes all narrowed and shifty, a smile teasing the corners of her lips. “Ah, nothing really. Work stuff, family stuff, just enough to make me feel like shit.” She then shifted to the edge of her seat and took another wad of napkins, lightly brushing a fresh bloom of blood on his face, careful not to apply too much pressure. Her pupils’ shifted back to his coyly then through her lashes, all teasing tone and fingers drawing circles on the bar she finally says, “At least I look okay, though.” 

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tiagotorres​:

Tiago watched the animated woman in front of him with a smile. Everything about her table etiquette was wrong, but despite his upbringing, none of that mattered to him. In fact, her lack of “manners” was a quality he found endearing about her. She was unashamedly herself and it was a trait they both shared. “What’s stopping us from doing that tonight?” He asked, raising his brow. “I’m used to working through the night and it’s my day off tomorrow, so why not?” It would be fun to go out and party with someone. Usually he was at the hospital or Le Rouge, so it would be a nice change of pace, especially with that person being Céline. She always knew how to keep him entertained. 

The excitement of her was infectious and he sat there watching her with a grin, dark eyes lighting up and watching her hands as they flew around her head. “A model?” Tiago mirrored her, leaning back in his seat again and laughed at the idea. However, before they could discuss it further she was on to the next thought. 

At the mention of Sable, he softened and the grin turned to a loving smile. “I miss her too!” Tiago gave his friend a small pout as she twisted the knife, thoughts of the dog alone at home, crying, breaking his heart. “Fine. It’s settled… after tonight we can grab some wine and snacks, then visit Sable. I feel like a bad papá.”

“See, now that’s the sort of energy I’m looking for, ‘why not tonight?’ Tiago, you’re truly a dashing genius.” A twirl of wine in the glass and she puts it back down. Brown eyes find their way to a matching pair, crinkled in the corners in a smile. She loves how he entertains her, keeps her busy and content while they’re together no matter how ridiculous the request. It’s what made him special, what shone a light through rough nights like tonight. It’s what made him her dog’s dad, not a thing easily said or meant but she did really mean it. If something were to happen to her there’s no one she’d rather have take care of Sable than Tiago.

“Yeah, a model. You look like one.” It’s all she offers, her own special way of calling him handsome without actually having to say it, but she throws the phrase so casually it could be missed. She leans back in her booth, posture a little poor but smile wide. “As if you don’t know.” She says then, a twinkle in her eye as she teases him, all white teeth and dark hair fanning her face, slightly flushed cheeks from working and the taste of wine, flushed.

Then she’s sat back up, the hint of flirting already gone from her countenance and instead she bounces in her seat, excited. “Yes, oh my god, we have to get desserts, I wish bakeries were still open at this hour, the cardboard stuff just doesn’t cut it sometimes.” Céline says earnestly, a hint of longing in her tone. “Sable’s gunna be so excited to see you, oh, we have to watch that new murder documentary that came out —” She waves her hands cutting herself off. “I’m getting ahead of myself, first wine and snacks. Let me get the bill, this times on Mommy.” She refers to herself affectionately.

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[celinedupont]

jeanlucchastain​:

Where: Le Rouge 

Time: 9:45PM 

@paristarters​

Bloodied, bruised and utterly spent, all Jean wanted was a drink. His ribs twinged every time he moved and his head spun with each new step to the bar but still he persisted. He wondered, in his state of bloodied pulp, if they’d sell to him but it was a risk he was willing to take. Finally, he made it to the bar and gingerly took a seat and ordered his favorite. “Old Fashioned, please.” 

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Céline had a rough night between work and the confrontation she’d had on the phone with her grandmother earlier and so she’d come for a drink, hoping it would maybe take some of the edge off when she first spotted him. She saw the man before he even walked into the bar, looking more like a horror movie character than a flesh and (ironically) blood human being. She didn’t ask about it but instead sidled up next to him at the bar and said, “Make that two, put it on my tab.” She smiled at the bartender as a thanks and turned slightly towards the man, saying, “Seems we both had a night, yours probably a little worse than mine but...”

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tiagotorres​:

The apologies were met with a dismissive wave. She could be as late as she liked with him, he didn’t mind waiting, especially when it came to the company of a close friend. Working the way that he did, free time was rare and the hours could lend to very unsociable hours, so he was always grateful. “Of course I do, we’ve done this how many times before?” Tiago asked with a teasing raise of his brow. 

The two had shared many a slice together and probably even more wine, so he knew to have her glass ready, especially with the job she had. Patients could be difficult, but at least they gave you respect as their health and at times, lives, were in your hands. He didn’t imagine the customers she dealt with were as considerate. “Well, isn’t it a good thing you’re now here with me?” Tiago sipped his wine, then leaned back with a confident air to him. “Yet again I save the day!” It was a joke of course and he knew she could hear the playful tone, the two had been friends for a while now. 

The man shrugged and leaned forward, brown eyes meeting hers. “It was tough, but nothing some wine and pizza can’t fix…” as if on cue he took another gulp of the red liquid, then smiled over at her. “Thanks for coming, I needed a friendly face.” It had been more difficult than he was letting on as most days in the ER were. Having someone like Celine always made those days easier, though. 

Céline’s smile is easy, manicured but overgrown fingernails spread across the wine glass, a very improper way to hold such a thing, and she takes another small sip, savoring the taste and feeling. She hadn’t eaten in hours so the warmth spread quickly and she released something akin to sigh of relief. “My God, what would I do without you?” She says, eyes closing briefly before she presses her hands to the table as if about to present an idea. “We have to go out sometime, not like this, although make no mistake, I do love this, but like a good bar crawl. I desperately need to see you wasted properly.” 

“Oh, too many to count, but this is my sanity, right here.” A motion to the table, forever talking with her hands, something she mostly picked up in England. “Dîner pour les fous, mon amour.” She says with a wide smile, leaning back in her seat as her pizza is delivered and she wastes no time diving in, folding the crust and taking a bite fit for the Gods. She chews, she swallows, her stomach thanking her for it. She takes this moment to eye Tiago, gaze drifting around his face as she eats, a comfortable silence taking over the table for a moment. First she notes his eyes, then his nose, jawline, and a hand comes to cover her mouth as she chews, once again improper and chatty in way she only is when she’s comfortable, “Have you ever thought about being a model?” She asks before failing to elaborate, taking another bite of pizza.

Then it’s her turn to wave dismissively, her smile tilted crooked on her lips. “You know I love hanging out with you, especially after a night like I had. Next time lets just get a bottle and hang out with Sable, get some takeout. Now that’s a relaxing night, hell, do you work early? We can pick one up after this, she misses you, you know. Cries all day, ‘Où est papa?’”

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tiagotorres​:

It was late into night and Tiago had found the nearest open pizzeria having just finished a long shift at the hospital. The places open at this time were always a tad questionable, but he had to admit it didn’t taste too bad. Probably because he was starving and already half way through the cheap bottle of red, but he was happy. The doctor topped up his company’s glass, then his own and then grinned at them. “Not so bad, huh?” He swirled the wine in one hand and then settled back in the chair, eyes moving over the other person. “What has you up so late?” It was a reasonable question being that not many tended to eat dinner this late in the night, but he wasn’t complaining as it was nice to have dinner with someone. @paristarters​

When she enters the pizza place the first words out of her mouth are, “Sorry I’m late.” As she sits across from the male, her eyes drawn to the glass of wine that already sat on her side of the table and she finds a smile gracing her lips. “Now you, you get me.” She says confidently, taking a sip of the wine as her eyebrows rise a bit on her forehead, surprised. It was pretty decent wine for a pizzeria. “Not bad at all.”

She sighed, leaning back in her own seat she says, “Work. It was a late close, a lot of people staying late and someone called out and... it was a nightmare.” She still donned the black slacks but had since removed the button-up, a white tank top remaining underneath. She was exhausted, it had been a long day, surely not as long as his, so much so she actually felt a little bad complaining, but she needed to let off steam somehow. The server came back and she ordered a slice herself before her eyes draw back to the male on the other side of the table and she says, “How was your day, holding up?”

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leonvernier​:

time: 17:06 location: café du temple availability: open ( @paristarters​ )

He’s sat outside, accompanied only by that of a black coffee, tucked somewhere between the fifth and sixth chapter. There’s a cigarette dangling loosely from his lips - unlit, his hands yet to retrieve the stainless steel lighter from his front pocket. When he brings it upwards, his thumb clicks repetitively; his features contorting with annoyance when the flame never comes.             “Excuse me,” he addresses to a nearby individual, returning the faulty item to his pockets. His attention is elsewhere for the most part. The features of the opposing individual yet to resonate. “You wouldn’t happen to have a lighter, would you?”

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Céline is sat behind a laptop outside the café with a furrow between her brows, looking over some varnishing articles and reviews, somehow seemingly equal parts focused and distant, a glaze behind her eyes as if she’s stopped paying attention to the computer and started thinking about something else entirely, what? She couldn’t be sure, a myriad of things from her day and for her future, work, her dog, her job search, ect. ect. ect.

That being noted it takes her a moment to respond, a thoughtless, “Hm?”  Leaving her lips at first, gaze lingering longer on her screen before her eyes drift up to meet the male’s and she says, “Oh, yeah.” She turns to her messenger bag sat in the chair next to her and digs for her zippo, figuring while she was in there ‘fuck it’ and pulling out her own pack. Slender fingers pull one from the a silver cigarette holder, placing it unlit between loose lips before, ever the gentleman, she pulls her chair up closer to his and opens the zippo, the flame coming to life as she leans forward slightly, motioning for him to do the same so she can light his first.

[celinedupont]

( ~ rough translation of her bio is “sorry I liked your post from 2018 it was an accident and also I'm insane” but it’s from google translate bc while i am learning french i’m shit at it ) 

note: this is a mix of the first task with a couple additional sections for introduction sake !!

                                         CÉLINE DU PONT 

                                            ( click for spotify playlist )

INTRODUCTION & BASICS

age, d.o.b, & zodiac: 27, september 12th, 1994 & virgo

gender & pronouns: cisfemale, she/her

sexual & romantic identity: pansexual & panromantic, feminine-leaning

birthplace: cannes, france

arrondissement: belleville, 20th

occupation: server at girafe resturant

degree & schooling: art history bachelors degree from cambridge

returned to france: four years ago

PERSONALITY

goals & desires: her biggest wish at the moment is to get into a field around her major, ideally a conservator. she also aches for close friends as since she’s moved back to paris ( in an entirely different city ) her circle has been small as she focuses on work and taking care of herself and her dog ( an australian shepard named sablonneuse ( sandy ) or simply sable ( sand ) )

fears: the usual adult things like failure, financial collapse, car problems — also abandonment, the fear of loneliness, and snakes. can’t forget snakes.

hobbies: painting, drawing, writing — she’s a very creative spirit. she also enjoys taking sable on hikes and likes rock climbing, swimming, running, biking, and other physical activities.

likes: art museums, coffee shops, dog parks, cigarette smoke, sweets and desserts, beaches, honesty with a sugar coating, street musicians, books, white wine, the smell of espresso, long deep conversations, the feel of freshly cut grass

dislikes: deceit, staying home too long ( prone to stir craziness ), incompetence, disrespect, slow-walkers on busy streets, distasteful jokes, over-directness, a lack of eye contact, chewing or talking with a full mouth

hogwarts house: slytherin

FAMILY

parents:  léo du pont ( not present ), amélie toussaint ( deceased )

siblings: n/a

pets: australian shepard named sable

POTENTIAL CONNECTIONS

friends from her childhood: anyone originally from cannes can fit this connection! they don’t have to be friends either they can be past lovers, enemies, whatever fits! she was in cannes from birth to eighteen

coworkers

regular customers

fellow art buffs

fwb, close friends who also sleep together. i imagine this connection with a lot of smiles and laughing, teasing and shit-talking. wholesome without the romance... potentially yet

a crush for céline, this one is very likely a female, it doesn’t have to be requited and the character doesn’t have to be attracted to women ( which céline would respect but she’d still moon-eyes over them )

close friends, they go out for coffee together, watch movies, go on walks, visit museums and overall explore

[engulfes]

something deeply intimate about being outside early in the morning all alone and seeing the world as she is

[petrorhagia]

[rpmusings-galore]

                                  the eyes in the mirror aren’t mine

                                                                            tired  &  sad                                                                  full of a thousand regrets… 

                                  i’m too young for eyes like that

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Adèle Exarchopoulos for Madame Figaro photographed by Thomas Nutzl (January 2021)