i’m dishing out gabriel’s replies while i build james’ account. i’ll also be fixing up gabriel’s page because what terrible small writing, along with posting some official wanted connections for them :smile:
in unofficial standings, gabriel is in need of a good friend and roughly three people who tried gambling at his table (and now owe him money or favors).
or life gets really busy when i have a moment of free time and think it’s my own. i’ll be on later. message me, please, and i’ll be messaging out as well.
Katya loved to joke about having men fall at her feet, but not once had it ever turned out to be something so literal. One minute she’d been minding her own business, strolling toward the dining room to find herself a light meal, and the next an unhinged cackle was filling the air as red wine stained both carpet and man— not to mention the tips of her nude colored pumps. All she could do for a moment was stare down at the mess wondering what the hell just happened. It didn’t take long for her to figure it out. “Iisus Khristos, eto dazhe ne polden’.” Thumb and forefinger pinched at the delicate bridge of her nose for a second as the Russian princess took a deep breath. To an outside observer it might’ve looked like she was trying not to scream, but in reality she was desperately fighting off a laugh. “These shoes have survived six parties at Versailles,” she breathed, her tone incredulous, “only to taken out by you. I’m not sure if I should be impressed or…” Rose tinted lips twitched around another chuckle as her hand inevitably descended to help. “Alright, come on, up you go. Let’s hope you can finally find your feet before my dress meets death by Pinot Noir, too.”
The cheesy grin and half-slit eyes were no testament to his state of mind, with another two giggles rippling from his mouth as one heard the tides of a babbling brook, "I ya dazhe ne p'yan.” There was a hell fashioned for those who wasted alcohol, specifically good wine, scotch and vodka, and after his encounter with the door frame he was sure he earned his position in the fourth circle. For now, he was lavishly spending his time on earth, taking the hand of the tsarevna who graciously helped him up. “Vy dolzhny byt' vpechatleny, i mne dolzhno byt' zhal'. Thank you.” He tilted his glass side to side, watching the droplet barely make gain to the edge before he assessed the new burgundy design on his attire. “Don’t worry. I have nothing left to soil your dress, though I am out a nice suit. I’m assuming you do not approve if I grab another glass before I left. I know my guard wouldn’t,” he laughed. Gabriel nodded off to his ever-present shadow, held up the glass in toast to the poor man’s history with him and the trouble yet to come. “I think I will instead drag him to the beach side. I have to remove my clothes anyway, might as well put purpose to it. Better than going in there.”
There’s a moment when dreams snap into waking, a defining line when the haze of sleep alarmingly and abruptly clears for the tangible world and its physical reminders of the surrounding reality, even if it took time to dissipate. Gabriel’s mind remained stuck in the fog, wedged in haze despite interacting with the awake world. His sleepless night was apparent, moving with a gait reminiscent of the dead meandering about, especially when he attempted to grab the cup of wine... attempted but missed the grasp entirely. Or more apparent still, when he crashed into doorway post and plummeted to the floor, spilling that drink over himself with maniacal laughter at his own foolishness, knowing he appeared more drunk than anything else. “To jest fajne,” he laughed, and looked to the nearest company. “Czy mógłbyś, could you please help me to my feet. They ran away from under me and I’ve lost them.”
doe like hues flickered over the hallway walls, small hand occasionally moving to fix frames that were slightly tilted or something that was sideways, her perfectionist ways clear. she was still new and her knowledge of the place was slim to none yet she found the slightest of errors and did well to fix them. bella had been so focused on the frame that she was currently fixing that she’d missed the footsteps nearing her. it was only a surprise to isabella when her petite frame collided with the other, stumbling slightly. ❝ anda… ya va, disculpa como que no estaba mirando bien… oh, right - ❞ mother tongue rolled passed her lips instinctively as she turned to face the person, until she realized the other may no share her spanish knowledge and so she stopped herself. gaze would lift to connect with the other’s a sheepish smile tugging on full lips. ❝ i’m sorry, i wasn’t watching where i was going. ❞
“Co do cholery?” The collision hadn’t harmed him, made his foot stagger back not even half a meter to stable his balance but still the tone of his words were harsh enough for scold for a greater offense. His gaze, angry and accusing, softened as she explained in a language he understood, lips flattening in a fight to maintain his former scowl despite knowing she didn’t deserve such a reaction. “I see that. You very busy staring at the wall. It is more interesting than the other things around you?”
♔ Now announcing GABRIEL CHOLODECKI, PRINCE of POLAND. HE is known to be DYNAMIC and CRAFTY, but also DUPLICITOUS and RECKLESS. I hear the 27 year old is set to wed PRINCESS LAYNE KENNEDY in a few months. Rumor has it HE RUNS A GAMBLING RING AND USES THE DEBT AS BLACKMAIL. They look a bit like THOMAS MCDONELL, don’t they?
Here is Gabriel, sweet and peppered with anger, little prince of Poland.
He’s never felt like a prince or a descendant to the crown, so he’s shirked off more royal duties than he should have. He tries to keep up with appearances and expectations, however, he’s been know to fall short of them time to time.
He’s not a huge fan of history, never enjoyed being reminded the troubles his people and his family had to endure. The words associated with those atrocities are far from ever being expelled from his lips and he does not take well to others mentioning them either.
Gabriel believes it’s Poland’s time to shine, and perhaps it is time others feel their own crisis, however small. The gambling business began as a hobby to occupy boredom, but it took off when he realized he was owed money for others’ follies. He now uses his very illegal business to control debts and favors owed to him.
Yes, he does rig games to favor or destroy his guests. No, you will not find proof of it.
OPEN CONNECTIONS! Perhaps your character decided to take their chances at the dice and found themselves fretfully unlucky? Looking for roughly three royals who might owe a little something to this Polish prince, whether it’s a debt of money or debt of favors is up to you!
The idea of his marriage is welcomed but he’s distant. He’s not the crown prince. He does not see himself important enough to hold ties between countries (<---- hint: this is where most of his anger and justifications come from).
01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents?
02: Who did you last say “I love you” to?
03: Do you regret anything?
04: Are you insecure?
05: What is your relationship status?
06: How do you want to die?
07: What did you last eat?
08: Played any sports?
09: Do you bite your nails?
10: When was your last physical fight?
11: Do you like someone?
12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?
13: Do you hate anyone at the moment?
14: Do you miss someone?
15: Have any pets?
16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment?
17: Ever made out in the bathroom?
18: Are you scared of spiders?
19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?
20: Where was the last place you snogged someone?
21: What are your plans for this weekend?
22: Do you want to have kids? How many?
23: Do you have piercings? How many?
24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)?
25: Do you miss anyone from your past?
26: What are you craving right now?
27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart?
28: Have you ever been cheated on?
29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?
30: What’s irritating you right now?
31: Does somebody love you?
32: What is your favourite color?
33: Do you have trust issues?
34: Who/what was your last dream about?
35: Who was the last person you cried in front of?
36: Do you give out second chances too easily?
37: Is it easier to forgive or forget?
38: Is this year the best year of your life?
39: How old were you when you had your first kiss?
40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked?
51: Favourite food?
52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason?
53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?
54: Is cheating ever okay?
55: Are you mean?
56: How many people have you fist fought?
57: Do you believe in true love?
58: Favourite weather?
59: Do you like the snow?
60: Do you wanna get married?
61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?
62: What makes you happy?
63: Would you change your name?
64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?
65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?
66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?
67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?
68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?
69: Do you believe in soulmates?
70: Is there anyone you would die for?
“good morning,” alannah whispered as she lifted the coffee mug to her lips. back home in ireland, she had always gotten up early enough to watch the sunrise, but this was the first time she would wake up early enough in greece. she smiled at the other, patting the chair next to her. “i’m not used to having company this early. why are you up?”
“Dzień dobry,” he mumbled back. Not awake but not asleep, somewhere in the void of existence Gabriel busied himself making tea with staggered movements. One sip of the warm liquid and he would be brought back to the tangible world, aware that he unknowingly began his walk at the offered seat. By time he was in the seat, his hands cradled the cup like the contents were liquid life, face hovered the cup as if he was preparing to drown in it. “I never went to bed. This is normally when I sleep. You always awake at this time?”
Valentina hated eating alone. She was used to eating with her family, and if not them, she made it a point to sneak outside and eat with random people at the bar. So, when she saw someone walk past her, without giving her any attention. She twirled the knife she was holding and spoke, “Hey, you. Sit with me.”
"Not even a ‘please’?” Gabriel knew it rude, the way he stashed his hands into his pockets as if he were keeping them his secret, but it seemed far less offensive than the glint of the weapon in her hand. “Will you stab me in the back if I say ‘no’ and walk away?”
“I WONDER how long they’re going to throw us together with our significant others before we’re meant to be wed?” It was more a thought out loud than anything. While Layne had heard the name of her betrothed and seen him from across the room she had yet to formally meet the man. Teeth pillowed into her lower lip. Admittedly she was nervous. “For instance, I’m not much of a dancer. I’d hate to have another … dance of sorts? Step on someone’s feet …”
“For as long as it takes to insist we should, in the least, tolerate each other. Princess,” he greeted with a bow, smiling softly. It was polite to make such introductions, was it not? Be forward and show interest in their future marriage, in his future bride before his thoughts created ideas and images of her prior to their first shared words. “I didn’t mean to intrude your moment, though I have to question in my intrusion: Do you at least enjoy the dancing, or are you too nervous to where your feet step to enjoy the swaying?”
