Prima Ballerina

|| Lisette Marseille St Clair || || Forty-two || || Mother of Chloé & Olivia & Élliot || || Director & Owner of Pointe Ballet Academy of London || || St Clair Loyalist || || "[The woman] oozing elegance and perhaps a little arrogance" 

[22rebelle]

[varden-lefebvre]

The assassin took the glass with a nod of thanks, lifting the tumbler in a silent toast to the evening. Not that there was much to toast to. Varden had been hoping for a rematch with Konstantin—one that the Russian couldn't back out of, this time—yet he'd been landed with whatever fucking game Lara was playing, instead.

Unfortunate.

"Old man? If I didn't have such a massive ego, I'd throw the fight on account of your audacity. When have I ever disappointed you, Lisette?"

[lismarstclair]

"If there is one thing I can always count on- it is a Frenchman's ego," she jests, then sips her own drink. She keeps close to him so as not to allow passing people to touch her while passing by. She was still averse to a lot of touch, but Varden was a safe person. He always had been.

She shrugs, "Not yet, but there could always be a first time. It just better not be tonight... or ever for that matter." He had better not make Laurent her most dependable emergency contact.

"Why are you in the ring anyway? Don't they have an age limit?"

[islahvnt]

"If you'd rather spend your whole night watching the lesser species grunt and throw each other around, I'm sure there's a streaming service for that," Isla muttered, heavy with nonchalance, "You can't tell me it's not a nice change to watch a fight with some actual talent."

[lismarstclair]

Lisette spins the steam of her glass between her fingers while looking the younger woman up and down. She was attractive, sure, but she couldn't settle on the fact that this was good enough to distract her former accompaniment from his protective position on her arm.

Had it been a year? Yes.

Would Lisette ever let it go? Ask her again when she no longer wears wigs.

"What those women did was nothing more than a dance," she says, turning her eyes back to the ring as it prepared for the next fighters. "Shouldn't you be getting ready, Ms. Hunt? I believe you are next for the ring, no?"

[odilestpierre]

On that floor, how many people were beaten in that ring without her reacting? It was always different when it was their people fighting, though. Wasn't it? Or at least those she cared for. Odile had believed Jean would come out unscathed: she wasn't normally this naïve. But maybe it'd been that dangerous thing — hope. The spiral, however, was dampened quickly when she found herself being drawn away from the crowd by Lisette. And Odile did as she was told, turning her gaze to her family. Laurent's best friend. "Something much stronger."

She knew she could feel it. Lisette knew this feeling all too well.

[lismarstclair]

"Good answer,"

Keeping her hand laced in the other woman's, Lisette weaves her way through the crowd till they come up to a table near the bar. Sitting Odile with her back to the ring, she grabs a drink off a passing tray and places it in front of her friend. The waiter attempts to tell Lisette that the drink, a Jack and Coke as he explains, was 'made for someone' and she only bit back, "Then make it again," while cutting the waiter down with her eyes. He put up no further argument, and Lisette sat down across from the younger woman, "Deep breath and deep sips," she said, pushing the tumbler towards her and squeezing her hand.

"You've never been to one of these, have you? I don't think I can remember you being at one in recent years."

[amaroadriana]

Adriana swung her head, so the list of the fighters was in her vision. "Hmm." Her lips formed into a pout, as if assessing every name in a mocking thought. "Can't say I do." Looking back at Lisette, the woman smiled. "Guess I finally embraced just being a bitch."

From all the information Adriana had gathered, she was prettu sure that this one had a one night stand with the French guy whose phone she had bugged some years ago. Ah, her good old Vixen days. "You should try it, it's a new trend in London."

[lismarstclair]

Lisette opened her lips to respond, but smirked with a soft shake. Not every thought needed to see the light of day. Adriana and Lisette lived vastly different lives, and it was only at events such as this that their paths would cross. Though she does come to reply, "Congratulations,"

"I'll have to take your word for it. It probably wouldn't go over well with investors if I tell them how humourless I find their blatantly sexist and outdated commentary,"

[lismarstclair]

When: Post Veselov v. Palfroix Fight Who: @konstantinvorshevsky

She always felt him before she saw him. Even when he visited her in the Basement almost a year ago, she wore a blindfold and still knew it was him before he spoke. One of her bodyguards shifted in place while clearing his throat, only confirming what she already knew. "Shouldn't you be off congratulating your beast on a good show?" she asks, sipping her dark red wine.

[odilestpierre]

FOR: @mobscene-starters EVENT: Fight Club, 2025. WHERE: The Underground. Post Tolya & Jean.

Odile couldn't sit anymore, the chair pushing from beneath her as she stood.

"No..." eyes transfixed to Jean's figure. She stared, frozen in her spot. She knew she should've been used to this by now, but there was some things even she struggled to stomach. "I don't think I can watch this..."

[lismarstclair]

Lisette didn't hesitate. Seeing Odile stand from her chair pulled the older woman into action. Sliding from her seat, Lisette slipped her hand into the blonde's and pulled her back behind the crowd of observers. "Hey- look at me," she said, turning the other woman's jaw to meet her own hazel eyes, "He is going to be fine. Do you need some water- or something stronger?"

[benjaminvox]

FOR: @mobscene-starters EVENT: Fight Club 2025. WHERE: The Underground. Pre-fights.

"Of all the fuckin' people she could've given me..." had he dreamed of this moment? Absolutely. Was he ready? Fuck no. Étienne had years of fighting experience on him, not just that — the man had been trained beyond what Benjamin had ever received. Yes, Melissa had him trained. He could protect.

But nothing of this magnitude.

He stared at that list and blinked. A flash of his parents, dead. And Étienne had been the one to deliver that grim end. "I should've known..."

[lismarstclair]

He looked younger up close. Lisette had only seen the man in passing at events. He was always attached to Melissa Lin's hip, almost as a child would their mother. Tonight, he would be standing alone.

Against Étienne.

Did he think he stood a chance? The look of dismay and words of frustration solidified Lisette's preconceived notion that he knew the trouble he was in for. All of this, in conjunction, just made her smirk before she sipped her glass.

[laurent--stpierre]

"If all the female match ups go this way, and Lara puts a stop to the women fighting, it'll be an unforgiveable fucking crime against humanity. I think those were the words you were looking for, Lisette. You're clearly drunk."

[lismarstclair]

"I noticed one name not on that list. Parenthood really is taming you, huh? Or is age finally catching up to you? Because it sure as hell can't be you actually listening to your doctors for a change,"

"I've had two drinks. The same amount you likely started with this morning at breakfast,"

[amaroadriana]

"Maybe you just weren't paying attention before." Adriana tilted her head to the side. "Got someone you like in there? Or hate? Looking forward to see some blood gushing on the floor? Or are you hoping to tend to someone's wounds?" Though her tone was melancholic, the sarcasm was evident. "Mmm... I tend to leave that stuff to her. We usually do sister bonding at the end. You know - blood bathing, sacrificing the innocent, painting our bodies in winners' blood. That sort of thing - of while obviously braiding each other's hair."

[lismarstclair]

Lisette smirked before replying casually, "Anyone who says they don't hate at least one name on that list is a liar," taking a sip from her glass, she adds, "or a nïeve fool. Regardless, both options are dangerous in this city."

Talk of blood and guts made the older woman question if the woman was a Rutherford, but then she remembered who Adriana was married to, and the puzzle pieces clicked. "Yes, well, I suppose the blood helps to hold braids together,"

[lismarstclair]

When: Post Veselov vs. Palfroix Fight Who: @jeanpalfroix

She places a tumbler of cognac in front of him at the bar, "Can't win them all, darling," she consoles.

[amaroadriana]

"First time?" Adriana archer her brow as the Frenchie seemed to really not know her sister.

[lismarstclair]

"Paying attention to the fights- yes," Lisette says honestly, "I usually drink and ignore what is happening in the ring. However, this year has some interesting match-ups," Sipping from her flute, the older woman asks, "Do you help match people with her? Sort of a 'twisted sister bonding time' for you two?"

[lismarstclair]

Post: Halévy vs. Vorshevsky Fight

Lisette turned to the bartender and shouted, "Elaina's drinks are on me for the rest of the event."

[val-dautremer]

"How right you are." On both accounts as it so happened.

It was good to see Lisette out, even if it was at something as macabre as this. It had been more than a tough year and to see her friend as she was now warmed Val to the core.

"Anything you put in my hand. Yves is in there tonight. I can't watch it when I'm sound of mind." She knew Lisette would understand. "Ét should be fine though. Between you and me, his opponent is a bit...lacking, no?" It seemed an unfair match but none of them were truly complaining.

[lismarstclair]

"Anything, huh? That is a dangerous order," Lisette teased as they approached the bar. She orders her a double of her previous drink, before turning back to her, "Is Yves fighting the Russian that can't spell or the one that married a Rutherford?" If she were honest, she had only skimmed the name list for Ét, Varden, and Oliver. Those three all meant something dear to her in vastly different ways. She chuckled at the thought of who Ét was facing, "He has plenty of experience with children. I have no real worries about his ability to fight." Tilting her head, she smirks, "Now Varden's... I have money on his, and the old man had better not disappoint me."

[nadezhdaxyuryeva]

Nadezhda paused mid-stride when she heard a very familiar voice. She did not care for what the Russians did behind closed doors, not her appetite, but she still loathed the French.

"Perhaps you should get up and show them how it's done, da?" French with their lacking manners. "

[lismarstclair]

"I requested better entertainment- not to participate," Lisette slowly blinked her eyes at the Russian woman. She knew her face as someone of the 'Russian Association' but wouldn't guess her name if given twenty chances. "Not everyone is always so blood thirsty, Ms...." Lisette left the prefix hanging for the woman to fill in if she cared to.

[lismarstclair]

@mobscene-starters When: Fight Club- Post Rossi v. Erdoğan Fight

"If all the female matchups go this way, Lara will never allow the women to fight again." Lisette sips from her sparkling flute, "and I wouldn't even blame her,"

[lismarstclair]

Where: The Underground Who: @varden-lefebvre

"Hey-" Lisette hands him a glass of cognac, "-I have good money on you," she says, sipping her sparkling water from its flute, "Don't disappoint me, old man,"