Cruella De Vil

@cruel-candace

Candace Pelletier, 18 years old Senior attending Marceline Academy. Or as I like to call it; hell. I live for fur. I worship fur. After all, is there a woman in all this wretched world who doesn't?

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Her hands still shaking, her head whipped around at the sound of someone’s voice. Quickly, she let her hands rest on her lap, hoping he wouldn’t be able to see them. If anyone would even get a hint of the mess she really was, she probably wouldn’t be able to forgive herself. “I’m actually quite good, this piano is just rubbish.” It was a lie, but the brunette was hoping he wouldn’t notice.

He caught glance of her shaking hands, curious as to why they were shaking in the first place, but didn’t care much to ask. Instead he kept in his spot, leaning against the wall casually and shaking his head. “Yeah, I’m going to call bullshit on that.” he remarked, obviously not buying her excuse. He shrugged like he didn’t care, but was almost mocking her in a way. “But hey, what do I know? You’re probably the bigger band geek between the two of us.”

She clenched her jaw in irritation to the boy's disbelief. "Believe what you want to believe." Candace was slowly regaining her confidence and the shaking had became a lot less than before. "I'm far from a band geek. I just happen to enjoy some good music every once in a while."

#c:kristoff #ily anna

Candace has dragged herself to the music room once again, wanting to play the piano to try and calm down. People had been annoying her all day and she just wanted to be alone and get lost in the music. Though, when she tried to play one of the pieces her mother had taught her, Candace’s hands were shaking above the keys. In awe she looked at them, not sure what was happening to her lately. Normally she was so in control of herself and lately she seemed to loose her grip.

Having wandered to the music room, Kristoff was curious if they had any guitars here at the school. He hadn’t brought his own from home simply because he didn’t think he would be playing here. Being asked to play songs for people annoyed him, so of course he would avoid that from happening. Still, he enjoyed playing and wanted to get his hands on a guitar again. It might have been the one thing that would make him feel at home here.

When he opened the door to the room though, he noticed someone was already there. “..Damn it.” he mumbled aloud, having hoped that the room would be empty. He was about to turn around and leave, but couldn’t help but notice that the girl seem frustrated after her mistake. He decided to lean against the wall, his arms folded across his chest with a broad smirk on his face. “I don’t play piano or whatever, but you kinda suck.”

Her hands still shaking, her head whipped around at the sound of someone's voice. Quickly, she let her hands rest on her lap, hoping he wouldn't be able to see them. If anyone would even get a hint of the mess she really was, she probably wouldn't be able to forgive herself. "I'm actually quite good, this piano is just rubbish." It was a lie, but the brunette was hoping he wouldn't notice.

#c:kristoff #omg who plays him?

Candace has dragged herself to the music room once again, wanting to play the piano to try and calm down. People had been annoying her all day and she just wanted to be alone and get lost in the music. Though, when she tried to play one of the pieces her mother had taught her, Candace's hands were shaking above the keys. In awe she looked at them, not sure what was happening to her lately. Normally she was so in control of herself and lately she seemed to loose her grip.

#mastarter*#idk i felt like it again

Clayton willingly followed the girl, only because he didn’t know where anything not that he was in need of a girl to guide him. He sat beside her, leaning his elbow non-chalantly on the bar. A smirk that never seemed to fade played on his lips as he raised his other hand to get the attention of the bartender. “The lady will have the finest glass of white wine this establishment has and I will have a scotch on the rocks.”

When Clayton ordered, a little smile found it's way onto her lips. Normally she wouldn't want someone ordering for her, but she would let it slip this time. "Scotch hm?" She raised a brow, with an amused smile.

Walking into the place, Candace guided them past the tables towards the bar in the back of the restaurant. Sitting down on one of the bar stools. She was greeted by the same bartender from a few days ago, and smiled back politely. Turning towards Clayton she spoke up. "So, what are we going to drink?"

#c:clayton #maclosed*

#[ pic ]#[ friends ]#[ hunter ]#not sorry

Hm, maybe. But I’m sure you understand that I can’t make this too easy for you.

I could of guessed that. Anything worth it, doesn’t come easily.

Exactly, I'm glad you understand.

Alright then, maybe you get a few of those points you lost before back.

Aw, what about the rest of them? Am I going to have to send for some of my furs?

Hm, maybe. But I'm sure you understand that I can't make this too easy for you.

Mais oui, mon grandparents t’habite dans Bretagne.

Mon père a hérité de mon grand-parents demeure à Monaco, alors maintenant nous utiliser seulement il a une maison de vacances où nous avons besoin de temps libre.

Alright then, maybe you get a few of those points you lost before back.

#c:clayton #too lazy to even try french

Well, there is this French restaurant in town that has his own bar where they claim to serve the finest wines but nothing can top the wines they serve in France.

Oh Parle vous Français?

Mais oui, mon grandparents t'habite dans Bretagne.

#c:clayton #idek if the grammqr was right like i tried okqy

I see no reason why not.

You must show me if there’s any place in this town that is worth drinking at.

Well, there is this French restaurant in town that has his own bar where they claim to serve the finest wines but nothing can top the wines they serve in France.

Well, avoid such things ever happening again for starters.

How about this, we get a drink and talk about this little game you’ve started.

I see no reason why not.

And here you go, ruining it. You have definitely lost some points now.

How shall I get those points back?

Well, avoid such things ever happening again for starters.

A great taste in fashion, wealthy and classy, it seems like I have finally found someone worth my time in this poor excuse of a academy.

I would say ‘ditto’ but that would is so far from my vocabulary.

And here you go, ruining it. You have definitely lost some points now.

#c:clayton #please excuse me while ill go ship this more and more as they keep talking

Oh, that sounds absolutely lovely. Seems like your mother is living the good life.

She certainly is, my family isn’t exactly considered middle class.

A great taste in fashion, wealthy and classy, it seems like I have finally found someone worth my time in this poor excuse of a academy.

#c:clayton #clayton manor aka candace's perfect fit oops

Hunting hm? Interesting hobby. Though I wouldn’t do it myself, not a big fan of blood. Though I adore furs, I worship them.

My mother loves furs, every year I hunt her a new one. This year was tan-furred Minx.

Oh, that sounds absolutely lovely. Seems like your mother is living the good life.

Well, I’m not going to deny the fact I’m simply better in every single way than any of those imbiciles. Ah, and what might this lesson be?

Ah, he just thinks that I have been hunting too much and need to be in touch with something other than my gun.

Hunting hm? Interesting hobby. Though I wouldn't do it myself, not a big fan of blood. Though I adore furs, I worship them.

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