Beware of Dog

Semi-Selective Indie Older!Christophe DeLorne RPG Blog, please read rules before interaction. Written by, Jess.

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[misshopaholicx]

“Hey, it’s a perfectly good nickname. It’s cute. Perfect match for you, huh?” She shot him a playful smirk just before turning her sights on her purse. She needed something, any kind of vice to tie her over until they reached his house and her cigarettes were the perfect fit. She pulled one from the pack and placed it between cherry red lips before holding the pack out to him, offering a Camel Turkish Gold.

“So did you drive here? You seem like one of those bad boys that has a motorcycle, or am I wrong.” She laughed, managing to keep the cig between her lips this whole time. At the risk of dropping it on the ground, she slowly removed it to hold between two fingers. “Or are you going to be a gentleman and walk me there.” She paused, holding up her cigarette once more. “But before we go anywhere, do you have a light?”

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✗ - “If you say so Goldilocks.” There was slight tug on his own lips. To be frank, there wasn’t much to look forward to when it came to this place, this town, but Bebe certainly knew how to turn that around completely. “Nah, I only smoke ze cheap kind, nozzing against Camel, I just prefer an awful brand.” That wasn’t all a lie. Besides, Christophe has always been a picky smoker, and bumming off smokes from other people wasn’t his thing.  “Hmmm…” dark orbs glanced away from the girl for a second, almost as if pondering. “Well, you’re not wrong. I do own a bike, but how about we walk? From ze looks of it, it seems like we both need ze fresh air.” Hands dug through his pockets as finger tips brushed upon a smooth metal surface, just what he was looking for.  “Don’t you ever carry a light? And you call yourself a smoker?” he said, right before tossing it to  Bebe. 

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✗ - “Why do I keep finding myself back here again? Tch, I guess Dahlia’s right, I am tied down to this place.”

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“How does that make me lucky? Honestly vampires aren’t even real so if you want to pretend to be one go hang out with that vampire boy Mike something..”

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✗ - “Don’t you fucking associate me to zose fucking peasants!! Zey drink tomato juice and write poetry! I do neither!”    

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[ I’m going to sleep, it’s been a very long day. I’ll come back to these tomorrow - er later. I hope you all sleep well ]

[misshopaholicx]

“Oh believe me, I’m not complaining. You can dote on me with that voice anyday.” If she were feeling a bit more flirty she probably would have shot him a wink, but instead, she simply smiled; she didn’t need to stir up anymore boy troubles. After all, that’s why she was trying so desperately to find something to distract herself. “That’s more like it, Frenchie. Who’d turn down perfectly good weed.” She laughed, looking around before back to him. “Wanna go to your place or mine? Or would you rather us just light up out here.” Both brows arched rather playfully.

[mxrcxnnariorum-blog]

✗ - “You’re far too kind, but I’ll keep zat in mind for next time.” there was nothing more that Christophe loved besides his smokes and guns, than a daring gal. Usually they would avoid him at all costs, which wasn’t a big thing, but Bebe in the other hand managed to make things a little more interesting. Funny, considering the fact they merely spoke to each from time to time, Christophe never felt so comfortable around a girl like this in ages.  “Still just going to keep at wiz zat name I see..” he snorted in amusement, nicknames, who the hell went around giving people those now-a-days? “Uh... my place is free, if you end up crashing I can let you sleep in my bedroom. No big deal.”

[dahlia-violet-archive-deactivat]

“And yet you always return.” A mindless observation uttered underneath her breath, while her gaze wandered off to the liquor cabinet in the corner of the drawing room. “I should be honoured by your sentiment.”

Finally, Dahlia relaxed in her seat, turning the wedding band weighing her hand down around the slender finger, as if to twist it off. “Nothing has changed during your absence. I suppose you could consider that good news.”

[mxrcxnnariorum-blog]

✗ - “You sound surprised.” he started, “of course, you can call it an attachment, if you will. Zis place is where I grew up in, died, and brought back to life. No matter where I go, I suppose I’ll always come back...” dark hues carefully observed the other for some kind of reaction, Dahlia may fool others with words, but her body language can’t lie for her. Nothing said, ‘uncomfortable’ more than a nervous woman. “Really? Is zat what you really want to go wiz? Tell me, just how stupid to you zink I am? Do you really want me to believe your sudden outburst was a fluke? Honestly, I zought we had a better understanding zan zat, my dear.”

[misshopaholicx]

“Always the charmer, huh?” She couldn’t help but smile. It was always nice to be called attractive, especially from a hot european guy. “And I share when people ask, you just never do.” She shrugged. “I just don’t want to be alone tonight, that’s all. So are you in or out?”

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✗ - “Well, you can’t possibly blame me for zat. Charming is just what we do, it’s in our blood... for some fucking strange reason.” there’s was just something about blonde’s that Christophe was quite fond of, perhaps it was just a trait he was automatically attracted to or perhaps it was an entirely different reason altogether, “Eh, I may be a pathetic swine, but I’m not some pathetic broke crack head. Anyway, sure, why not? I have nozzing better to do tonight.”

[dahlia-violet-archive-deactivat]

“That is quite untrue. You have no idea what you are talking about,” snapped the brunette, immediately feeling foolish for that outburst - after all her friend had no means of knowing how thin was the ice he trod.

“My apologies. That was… harsher than necessary,” murmured Dahlia, a shade or two more docile than just a moments ago. A change of topic, yes, they needed that. “Where have you been, anyway?”

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✗ - “Whoa... Dahlia,” he didn’t realize he struck a nerve. This was the first time the brunette ever snapped at him, and not that he loathed a woman being in charge, but this was completely out of character for her. It made him wonder if anything did happen while he was away, however, instead of simply asking he merely rolled with the change of topic. Obviously he took it too far, so he wanted to comply to her.  “Places, you know? I’m a moving man, I can’t be kept in one place for too long.”

[mxrcxnnariorum-blog]

misshopaholicx said: “Yes, Frenchie. Don’t like it? And would you be opposed to helping me finish off a blunt or two?

✗ - “..... you’re extremely lucky I find you attractive, or else zat pretty face of yours would have been ze first zing to go.” he eyed the girl in a suspicious manner, “since when do you ever offer sheet?” 

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“Please, do not get too used to it,” laughed Dahlia with her head tilted to the side. Christophe sometimes said things that would send any decent woman fainting, but the lady soon realised that would only please him and she wouldn’t give him that satisfaction.

However, at his mention of men, the lady stopped laughing. Too close to home. “I have no idea what you might be talking about.”

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✗ - “You don’t really take me for a fool, do you? You know exactly what I’m talking about, not a man alive in England can give you zat sweet taste of sanctification zat only a French man can.” of course, he was only teasing, but since he’s been gone he hasn’t known any details of the noble woman’s life at all. So whether he hurt her or not didn’t seem to come to mind, if anything, Dahlia was still well... Dahlia.

[mxrcxnnariorum-blog]

"Aye Frenchie, I know you smoke cigs but do you smoke anything else?"

✗ - “Frenchie? Ze fuck… well, if you’re dying to know I suppose I can give you an answer.  Damiana, and mullein I guess, zey aren’t much, but zey get ze job done. Why?” 

[dahlia-violet-archive-deactivat]

“You are unique and some days I even mean it as a compliment.” At last the corners of her lips curled upwards in a smile. The gentleman had no idea how dreadfully dull could London be without a friend with awful sense of humour. “Well, what can I say? Your company is quite… refreshing, darling.” 

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✗ - “What’s zis? You mean ze high class half-breed is giving me a compliment?” There was no denying it, if there was one thing Christophe missed more than anything it was teasing the poor noble woman. Something about her sassy remarks that made it all the more fun, kinda of like a predator toying with their food before devouring it. “Don’t tell me zose men can’t give you some type of satisfaction...”

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