SSM Frollo

Claudius Frollo, Specialty Support Manager (RP Blog for TDP)

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shaedshock·:

WORD on the street was there was new manager on the strip. She couldn’t help be curious, couldn’t help the desire to spy on him, wondering what he was all about. And so, Shae was decked out in her favorite outfit, with those incredible boots and a couple layers that made her look more intimidating than she should’ve been. Heading into the bar, she looked around, having recognized it. Knowing where the office was, she headed straight back over to it before knocking on the door. Now, normally, Shae wouldn’t have any decency to knock, but she had no idea who was in there. Opening the door, she leaned up against the doorway. “That remains to be seen. Who the hell are you? You better live up to your hype or we’re gonna have a real problem.”

The man had to admit, upon looking this woman over for a moment and hearing the words drip off her lips, she was certainly someone to not take lightly around here. More than likely, she had some powerful influences, but that also meant that she could be very beneficial to her as long as he played her cards right. “Live up to the hype?” he quizzed, letting his eyes wander over her as he set his papers down for the moment. “And what exactly is it that you’ve heard from me, miss?” he asked with a sigh. He was going to be rather disheartened if no one had been doing him justice around here.

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kctrower·:

Walking along the sleek but plain corridor to the new manager’s office wanting to speak with the man himself, more so to size up the new competition than to placate any personal curiosity he had. Knocking lightly on the door and entering before the occupant had fully responded. 

“Come now, no need to be so cold. With that sort of attitude people are going to think you’re no fun,” he challenged.

Kacey smoothed his hair as he approached the other man’s desk to hide the fact that he was taking quick stock of the new manager’s office. The anal amounts of tidiness and order in the space rivalled his own, although Kacey’s own version of organization was much different than this gentleman’s was.

Kacey decided to press his luck as he casually slipped his hands into his pockets, “Anyways, I thought I’d stop by and offer myself as the official welcome wagon of the pier. If you’re not busy later I could show you the sights, maybe grab a drink, and possibly get to know each other better.”

An eyebrow slowly raised at the other man’s words. Claudius had read up on those he’d most likely be working with, so his face was already familiar. However, the way he spoke seemed far above his worthiness. 

After a moment of glancing him over, Claud decided to humor him with a verbal response. “My boy, I came here with a very specific job. Why do I necessarily want people to think I’m fun when that is what I manage other people to do? I’m not sure how many of you operate here, but I have no need for trying to impress people or worry about how they might view my attitude,” he lectured delicately as every word dripped off the edge of his tongue.

The next statement had the new man crossing his arms as he looked the other over once more. His offer was tempting for certain, but he needed another minute or two to decide if it might be worth the risk this early on. “I don’t tend to make a habit of drinking alcohol with people I don’t know very well, so getting to know me over a drink is a bit contradictory,” he finally retorted.

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merindahxdunbroch·:

“Oi! Can’I get another, please?” the young woman called to the bartender once she finally caught his attention. It was a busy night, she couldn’t blame them too much. Timid blue eyes skimmed around her before retreating back to watch the bartenders work. A hand absentmindedly traced nearly healed cut along her face that she did her best to let her hair hid. 

As much as she tried not to think of that place anymore, not a day went by that she didn’t think of the facility or her home or parents. Her attention was drawn again as the bartender brought her drink and sat it down, popping a pair of thin straws into the glass, “Thank you.”

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Claudius had been letting his eyes wander around the room for the past hour or so, trying to decide if anyone was worth his time before actually approaching them. The young waitress had managed to catch his attention a few different times throughout the evening though, so when she finally seemed to slow down, he made his way to the bar.

Fortunately, the stools next to her were empty, so he chose one with a little distance, not wanting to scare her off immediately. He continued nursing the whiskey he had carried over with him while he watched her stroke her face. Her story was certainly tainted, and he couldn’t help but wonder how. Just as the bartender filled her order, he opened his mouth to speak. “Long night, my dear?” he asked before slowly turning to face her.

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finn-rider·:

Finn knew he’d already won, having had the man put down his papers and make eye-contact. When he managed to catch eyes with someone, he knew he could get away with almost anything. “Unnecessary is often fun though. Unless you’re a stiff“ he raised a brow in challenge and as a tease. Any chance he could to make an innuendo, he would take. Finn shrugged with a smirk “I tend to share most things, at least with those who I think it’ll be fun with - what about yourself Suit?“ He’d decided on a nickname for the man already, just as everything about him seemed stiff and proper

Claudius intentionally let the silence swarm the room before blessing the man with a response. “Perhaps,” he finally muttered, licking his lips as he broke his gaze and walked back around behind his desk. Straightening his paperwork, Claudius listened to the drunk ramble more than he let on. He was trying to find something worth his time at the moment. “I don’t share anything. People are much too untrustworthy,” he answered, finally looking back at him, trying to decide if this man was more of a drunkard or an adulterer, or perhaps both. “Nicknames? Are you always this... cute?” he retorted with a low chuckle.

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finn-rider·:

Finn had been drinking generously, to say the very least. He had found himself curious. More people had recently joined the little pier and he wanted to see them for himself before he heard the gossip from the other side of the bar at the Snuggly. It had been a long evening and a longer day, so when he finally got free from Gothel’s shackles, he had hit the town - in more way than one.

Finn had stumbled into one of the offices of a more important person than himself, as he could tell from the suit “Pardon me, good Sir. I was simply looking for someone to share a touch of whiskey with me. I doubt you’d be interested though? Or could I be wrong?” He looked at the man, half smirking, half challenging

Raising an eyebrow, Claudius quickly surveyed the man. He was clearly a typical drunk. “You’d be right,” he finally set, putting his paper down slightly, enough to make direct eye contact with the man before him. “I don’t drink. It leads to too many unnecessary situations,” he lied easily. “Though,” he said, pausing for effect as he looked the man over one more time, “do you really mean to tell me that you’re one to share your drinks?” he finally pondered aloud.

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Claudius had been spending far too much time in his new office, but everything needed to be exactly as he wanted it in order for his mind to remain clear. It was nearing time for him to leave, but he had a few final touches to his organizational system that had to be just right. Therefore, when I knock on his door sounded throughout his office, he simply rolled his eyes. This last document had the information he needed to finish up for the day. “This better be important,” he said looking up at the person in his doorway.