Felix Darlington

Felix Darlington. British. Resident. 39. Playwrite and Broadway Director. Burnout.Perfectionist.Objectifying

[karamelka]

[felix-darlington]

Why you...!

[cassandra-liakos]

Come on…I’ll buy you one. It’s the least I can do.

[felix-darlington]

Thank-you...You're beautiful Cassandra...did you know that?

[felix-darlington]

Why you...!

[sxcretadmirxr]

Serena didn’t pull away, nor did she make an attempt to. She was certain the man had a reason for taking her away from the scene, so the wisest thing was to let him lead her. “It’s okay…there’s n-no need to apologize.” The brunette said, trying to put on a smile on her face. “I just—I don’t think violence is ever necessary and when I saw you hit that man…it wasn’t my position to restrain you, Mr. Darlington. It should be me apologizing.”

[felix-darlington]

Felix tilted his head at her words. Violence was never necessary. Her words echoed around in his head, washing over him like a torrent of cold water. The play-write brought his hands to his head, massaging his temples, holding the elevator doors open though the thing started to beep at him. "You're...right. I shouldn't have...hit him," he said with a swallow. "Don't say sorry. You did the right thing..." As the elevator doors started to force their way closed, he could only think...now what? This girl was such a curiosity to him. He didn't want her to go but it seemed hardly appropriate to invite her upstairs. So he stepped out of the wretched elevator, letting it beep and honk and close behind him. He stepped up her, holding a hand out to his chin. "Where did you become so wise?" he asked randomly....

[the-elitist-rp]

A day off would be great right about now.

[the-elitist-rp]

I’m an escort dear, so whatever you need me for basically.

[felix-darlington]

For now, you just need a day off love. Give me the right number and I'll make it happen.

[the-elitist-rp]

A day off would be great right about now.

[the-elitist-rp]

You’d do that! I think you just became one of my favorite people!

[felix-darlington]

Dare I ask what I would be booking you for?

[felix-darlington]

Why you...!

[cassandra-liakos]

I’m sorry, Felix, that’s really…just, shitty. You should at least call security.

[felix-darlington]

I need to call my agent...and drink. God I need to drink.

[the-elitist-rp]

A day off would be great right about now.

[the-elitist-rp]

actually it’s not. The manager is in charge of bookings, I have no control over when I work thank you very much.

[felix-darlington]

Maybe I'll just have to book you so you can have a day off.

[felix-darlington]

Why you...!

[sxcretadmirxr]

"Go? But he…I…okay…" Serena stuttered before running behind Felix.

[felix-darlington]

He grabbed her hand, hauling her with him towards the Ville lobby. He didn't hesitate as he headed straight for the elevator. He didn't even know why he was taking her with him. If she pulled away he would let her go, but he know he needed to tell her something...away from the street and open ears. As he punched the elevator for up and the doors open, he nodded for her to follow him. "I won't...I'm sorry. You saw nothing. You can..." She was sobering to him suddenly. The buzz drifted away. He didn't even know why he had hit the man. "I'm sorry."

[the-elitist-rp]

A day off would be great right about now.

[the-elitist-rp]

I know, but then my clients get upset and I can’t afford to lose clients right now, so I just have to suck it up.

[felix-darlington]

Then it sounds like it is entirely up to you to schedule your clients around a future day off. Don't lament about needing time off if your schedule is the way it is because you made it that way.

[felix-darlington]

Why you...!

[sxcretadmirxr]

"Serena…I’ve s-served you a few times at the restaurant…um…well h-he’s not moving anymore so…I t-think you should stop."

[felix-darlington]

We should...go...go now. Now.

[felix-darlington]

Why you...!

[cassandra-liakos]

He stole your work? Do you know who it was? How could he just walk in and do that? That’s insane

[felix-darlington]

I came in. I-I...was...out. I never go in there lately...it's demeaning to try and work lately. But there was a piece. No one would have thought I'd be there. And the theater has no productions...just students. Christ. This makes me want to just drown myself in scotch...

[felix-darlington]

Why you...!

[sxcretadmirxr]

"Please! Stop! You’re going to get in trouble. Mr. Darlington! I think he’s had enough!"

[felix-darlington]

Why...what? Who are you?

[felix-darlington]

Why you...!

[cassandra-liakos]

Felix, calm down! Just calm down a second, don’t jump to conclusions, maybe it fell or—I’ll help you look for it, okay?

[felix-darlington]

It was in his hands. Goddamnit. It's not even protected by anything...no one knew about it. I must be dead to this industry...why am I treated like shit by these people?!

[felix-darlington]

Why you...!

[cassandra-liakos]

[she squeaks and stumbles back to get out of the way.] Felix! Whoa, stop, stop!

[felix-darlington]

No....no! Damnit! He's gone. Shit....he was in my office. He was in my office and the script is gone...

[felix-darlington]

Why you...!

[sxcretadmirxr]

"Whoa! Is he…?" Serena asks as she eyes the man lying on the floor. "Y-you didn’t have to do that s-sir…"

[felix-darlington]

Yes...yes I do...this..j-jerk...insulting wanker...insulting asshole!

[felix-darlington]

Why you...!

[the-elitist-rp]

A day off would be great right about now.

[the-elitist-rp]

Not that easy. 

[felix-darlington]

Find a replacement? Honey you have options. This is America. You have rights, or so you natives like to say. I'm British. I'm down to be worked like dog.