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Roux Clochard for Swynlake RP

[roux-clochard]

You always won every time you placed a bet You're still damn good, no one's gotten to you yet Every time they were sure they had you caught You were quicker than they thought

Name: Roux Clochard D.O.B.: December 22, 1987 Pronouns: He/Him Sexuality: Straight Magic status: Werewolf Nationality: American Ethnicity: White Accent: Very strong Cajun Height: 6'4" Build: Athletic Skin tone: Tan Eye color: Brown Hair color/length/style: Brown, short and typically a little unkept Tattoos/piercings/daily jewelry: A tattoo of a fleur-de-lis surrounded by a scroll reading "Laissez Les Bon Temps Rouler" on his left upper arm, no piercings, and he wears a faux silver ring on each index finger Occupation: Bartender at Pierrot Relationship Status: Single What would you find if you Googled them?: Pretty much nothing! At least, nothing that's obviously about him. He has no social media accounts under his real name, and there would probably be some reports somewhere on various thefts he committed, but his name won't ever be attached. Basically he's a mystery, and he likes to keep it that way! What natives would know about them: Not a whole lot. They'd know he's from New Orleans, because he can't hide his obvious accent, and they might know about his affinity for card playing, but that's about it. Other: He smokes, wears a black leather jacket most of the time and has seemingly-permanent five o'clock shadow

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[joy-mohanty]

The Meetup || Joyeux

[joy-mohanty]

@roux-clochard

Joy finished the rest of her drink and nodded to him.

"I'm ready whenever you are-- wait, there's a sip left." She said, and then once that was taken care of, "Okay. You'll have to lead the way though."

And she didn't feel the least bit shy about her decision, frankly, she deserved it.

[roux-clochard]

He chuckled as she announced she had one sip left. Once she was finished, Roux rose to his feet and held his arm out gallantly. "I'll gladly lead de way, ma chere." Then they headed out of Pierrot.

Roux knew the route back to Benbow Apartments pretty well by now, so it was not long before they were standing outside his door. "Good thing de neighbors 'round here seem t' be used t' noise," he remarked as he opened the door and gestured for her to enter, "Dere's always someone makin' some racket, so I don' think anyone will mind us. If you wanna make a lotta noise, dat is. 'Cause I do tend t' have dat reputation."

@joy-mohanty

[roland-doylebaby]

build a menu || Roland

[roland-doylebaby]

Roland did not want to talk about Lucky. Even without being here he had a way of sucking the air out of the room. “Yeah he’s here. Runs the cinema over by the college.” Roland’s eyes slowly rolled. Woof. Fuck Lucien.

The topic of wolves though was a little more appealing. Especially since this guy seemed to be alright on the surface. Wasn’t against pack rules to hang out with other people. Less neuroses was probably better anyways. Scott was low key a baby back biotch. “Yeah but isn’t that the appeal of this place?!” Roland happily plopped his hand on his hip. “Magick and all?! I really haven’t had much of an adverse reaction! I think I spooked my friend Destiny when I told her though!” Not that they were real friends but Roland didn’t care they were friendly.

“Which is why I think my podcast idea will really be a hit!” Nodding towards his board he went to write up Cajun cooking amongst his other ideas. “You think you’d be down then…uh did I even get your name brother my bad dude…”

@roux-clochard

[roux-clochard]

The eyeroll seemed to indicate that the guy was not overly excited about his brother being there. Again, Roux could not really relate, and he definitely had no desire to pry into family issues. "Oh yeah, I know de place. It's pretty nice. I jus' don' go t' de movies too much." He kept busy with plenty of other things.

Yes, that did seem to be the appeal. Roux just was not used to being in a place with so many different kinds of Magicks. Not to mention he was not out. "I can imagine, but, um…" He shifted a bit uneasily. "I'm not quite at de point o' tellin' everyone 'bout myself, if you catch my drift." Obviously he could not hide it from other wolves, but he hoped the guy got the point that he was not ready to make his Magick status known. If he ever even would be.

He certainly seemed like the kind of person who would have an entertaining podcast, so Roux could not really disagree. "I think it will be, oui. An' sure, I'd love t' help out! I don' see how I can pass dat up. An' de name is Roux. Nice t' meet you--er, I don' think I got your name either?"

@roland-doylebaby

[joy-mohanty]

The Meetup || Joyeux

[joy-mohanty]

@roux-clochard

Oh, Joy liked him. She loved a good 'yes, and' moment.

Maybe she should be more cautious about going home with a gorgeous man, but you know what, fuck it. She'd had a rough go of it lately and she deserved to have some interest shown in her.

Whether it lasted beyond tonight or not.

"I'd love to go back to your place," she said, not feeling like explaining her big brother was her roommate right now.

[roux-clochard]

He would have been fine heading back to either place, but he was deferring to her, and she had chosen his place. Roux tried to remember if he had cleaned things up enough, and hoped she would not mind too much if he had not.

"My second location it is, den. Apologies in advance if it ain't de nicest place." He took another sip of his drink. "So whenever you're ready t' head out, I'll be ready."

@joy-mohanty

[the-pumpkin-king-lament]

Something Fruity || Jack and Roux

[the-pumpkin-king-lament]

It was Pride Month! And apparently, that was Second Christmas around these parts-- rainbows exploding outta every nook and cranny of this town. Jack had learned last year that Pixie's had once been the epicenter of the celebration. So people expected Pierrot to be the same.

Honestly, Jack didn't give a fuck about Pride. That wasn't his deadly sin of choice.

But he did give a fuck about money. Annnnd considering how he started the year with the whole murder-clown thing... he needed to get as many brownie points as he could.

So he met with one of his most talented bartenders, Roux, to hopefully drum up some rainbow magic.

"Okay!" Jack rubbed his palms together. "We gotta cream the Court of Miracles when it comes to cocktails, okay? Think big. Think sparkly. Think gay. We need the fruitiest drinks for miles around, you know what I mean? That's the mission."

@roux-clochard

[roux-clochard]

Roux was fully aware that it was Pride month. He was, and had always been, an ally, and he would absolutely support the festivities in any way he could. Whipping up some special drinks for the occasion was a fine suggestion, and he was perfectly willing to join Jack in brainstorming. Yet he could not keep from making a slightly incredulous face at the owner's suggestions for the right mindset o get into.

"Yeah, not sure you're askin' de righ' guy for dat last particular mindset, but I do have plenty o' tricks up my sleeves for makin' some creative drinks."

The first thing he could think of was trying to make the closest thing to a literal rainbow drink, but he was not sure how many different colored layers they could pull off without them blending together. "Ok, how 'bout a drink wit' a bunch of fruit-flavored layers in as many colors as we can manage? If we can keep de colors separate, dat is. Think we could pull dat off?"

@the-pumpkin-king-lament

[joy-mohanty]

The Meetup || Joyeux

[joy-mohanty]

@roux-clochard

Joy's been down this road before. She was debating if she should imply she was willing tonight, or if she should make him wait.

See, men always wanted a woman to put out, but the second she does, they stop respecting her and just see her as a good shag. Which was pretty crazy -- who's to say Joy can't be a good shag but also be a lovergirl that would like to be taken seriously, or at least a FWB situation where the F-is-for-friends part was actually a thing?

But good god, Roux was hot and Joy was enjoying his attention. Why put off what she really wanted just in hopes of being respected? And she probably wasn't giving him enough credit. Maybe, like Joy, Roux was a freak who could do both-- hookup with someone and still see them as a whole person.

So you know what? Joy's willing to test that theory.

She took a sip of her drink then met his eye.

"Well, I'd say you have a real shot of getting me to a second location."

[roux-clochard]

In all fairness, he did not really get turned down very much, but it was known to happen on rare occasions, and Roux could not be certain that Joy would not have ended up being one of those. But if her only hesitation was his level of expertise, that was obviously something he quickly put her at ease about.

Getting me to a second location. That was a way of phrasing it that Roux had not heard before, but just like everything else he had seen so far about Joy, it suited her. And he liked it. "I do, huh? Dat's great. I have a second location available, unless you'd prefer t' head back t' your second location?" He could not help playfully running with the description. It was so unique.

@joy-mohanty

[roasty-toasty-morake]

Gathering Information | Open

[roasty-toasty-morake]

Easier said than done, Nuka guessed. Get used to all the random shit that this town offered. But he'd have to at least tolerate it all so he could actually do what mother expected of him. Keep Kovu in line and... yeah. Get used to the random town stuff. Great. "I suppose you're right," Nuka agreed reluctantly. He hated the idea of it, but it was probably the way to go.

"Okay but you've seen some of the shit that happens here. You can't give an example of some of the madness here?" That didn't seem reasonable to Nuka. He just wanted a general idea of what those types of moments could look like. This guy had some sort of awareness. Clearly he did. "Go on mate, tell me what you've seen."

@roux-clochard

[roux-clochard]

This guy was pushing awful hard for Roux to tell him something specific, and while he could understand that anyone who was not familiar with the town would want to know just how crazy it could get, the truth was that he really did not have anything extreme to tell. He had mentioned the dreams, but other than the New Year's incident, he did not have any eyewitness events to mention

"Sorry t' say, but you really picked de wrong guy t' ask for dat. I haven't been here too long an' I jus' ain't seen 'nuff t' tell. De only thing I've really seen was a crazy clown runnin' 'round on New Year's puttin' spells on people. Nothin' happened t' me," he added quickly, very much lying, "But I saw people gettin' all romantic or gettin' all upset after dey ran into dat clown, so I guess it did somethin' t' 'dem. An' it definitely wasn't no fun at all." That part at least was not a lie.

@roasty-toasty-morake

[joy-mohanty]

The Meetup || Joyeux

[joy-mohanty]

@roux-clochard

"Seems like we have plenty of excuses to see each other again," Joy said, grinning behind her drink. And yeah, maybe she just met him tonight, but she was very up for seeing him again.

Joy picked up on the innuendo, of course she did. Nor did she mind it. She was a full-grown adult despite her youthful sense of wonder and she did meet this man off of Tinder. Let's not pretend she isn't down to use Tinder for it's intended purpose.

"I'm more than willing," Joy said, in fact perhaps a little too eager, it'd been a minute. "Someone as good-looking as you's got to know what you're doing."

In other words: please don't make me look stupid for being down to go home with you and know your way around a woman.

[roux-clochard]

"Oui, it does seem dat way." It did seem that there were plenty of excuses to see each other again. Roux had no problem with that. He was fine with meeting up again with any woman he hit it off with. But despite appreciating that she too liked cooking and going for a ride on a motorcycle, that was for later on. He was hoping for something else now.

He grinned at her eagerness, and his smile broadened even more at her flattery. "Oh chere, I can assure you dat I know exactly what I'm doin'. But o' course, dere's only one way for you t' find out for sure." Bowing slightly, he said, "My expertise is at your disposal whenever you wish, ma fleur."

@joy-mohanty

[miss-lottielabouff]

We Win & They Lose || LaTramp

[miss-lottielabouff]

Lottie never was one to go after the tough ones. Why would she do that when her marks were so easy! At times there was a tug at wanting to take down the big dawg. It always started as a whisper to take what others had and make it the town. To gain and gain and gain. Take and take and take. So she was the one above everyone else - all eyes on her but Lottie resisted.

That just didn’t feel like herself.

“Is that what you do then Play it?” Lottie asked shyly with a raise of her brow. “You go after the big marks. You trying to reel me into a challenge then?!”

Lottie looked up to the ceiling as she playfully mulled over the idea. “I might be bitin’.”

@roux-clochard

[roux-clochard]

He did not always go after the big marks. There was definite satisfaction in getting the more gullible ones to unload some cash. Roux would never say no to an easy payday. But he did also like a challenge, and he could not help but try to find out if someone as good at tricking the easy marks like her could also tackle a harder one.

"Not all de time, no. But I gotta admit dat you get a certain kind o' satisfaction when you go after a big fish dat you jus' don' get when you reel in a li'l one." Hearing she was interested had him smirking. Again he really should not be encouraging such behavior, but hey, as long as the money was being spent in the casino, did it matter if it changed hands a few times first?

"You might be, hmm? Dat sounds promisin'." Casting his eyes around the room, Roux spotted a guy who seemed to be doing pretty well at the tables. He might not have been the slickest one in the room, but he definitely was not a pushover like the old guy he had just seen her with. So nodding in the man's direction, he said, "So if I wanted t' see if you can get dat guy t' drop some cash on you, d'you think you'd give it a shot?"

@miss-lottielabouff

[joy-mohanty]

The Meetup || Joyeux

[joy-mohanty]

@roux-clochard

"I'll show you sometime!" Joy said, meaning it, because he seemed genuinely interested. Or was good at pretending. Either way, Joy believed him.

At the mention of cooking, Joy's face lit up even more if that was possible.

"No way, me too! Mostly Indian food but I make great pasta. Cajun food sounds soooo good." She'd love to try it! "Oh, I haven't been on a motorcycle since I lived in India! That'd be so fun!"

[roux-clochard]

He was definitely interested in seeing the outfits she sewed. Sewing was a completely foreign concept to Roux, so anyone who was good at it would earn his admiration. "Dat'd be great. You can give me a whole fashion show!"

It sounded like they had an appreciation for cooking in common, which was great. "Well ain't dat a coincidence! Seems like we've got plenty o' things in common. I haven't had much Indian food, an' I'd love t' try more. Maybe we can take turns cookin' sometime?"

He grinned at her interest in going for a ride. "You got it, chere. You'll be de first one t' know when I get one. But you know, if you wanna go for a ride, we don' hafta wait 'til den." If it was not already plain, his knowing look perfectly conveyed the insinuation.

@joy-mohanty

[roux-clochard]

Lone Wolves || Erroux

[hngrylikethewoolf]

@roux-clochard

Errol's smirk slants, a bit more comfortable now, into a small smile. Listening to the sound of the man's speech, the way he formed his letters, was an almost wasy thing. It was something Errol could sink into, the familiarity if picking up and picking at accents just to be a tit.

He might not do it now, but he would. It was the kind of accent he'd toy around with, see if he could toss around a bit. But not now.

And not, particularly, after he sees that little bit of tension in the man's shoulders once Errol explains what he had done. He'd expected it, and knew it would land. He still raises a half a hand, a few fingers waving him down almost subtly.

"Nae, not anymore. 'S a younger man's job," he says, grinning outright, now, at his own jest. He takss a drink, then shrugs. "Most o' t' cases me an' me partner took were small town."

He taps a random beat on the side of his glass, gaze tracking the forced grin, the miniscule thread of tension that lingered between his eyes, across the line of his shoulders. The man, he guesses, might have grown up rough, or once was. Perhaps still was, and that was why he was here.

"Grew up in a rough place, worked in a rougher one," he finally says, taking another drink. "Fink ye know what 'm on about, eh? Jus'...easier tae take what I get 'ere, keep me busy."

And, even more so, he was trying to get his family out her, his new niece (fingers crossed, the arseholes hadn't told him the wee one's sex) on the way.

[roux-clochard]

He had not truly been worried that the other wolf would be after him, and now Roux was getting even less concerned after the assurance that he was not in the business anymore. Hearing that he had been concerned with small town cases alleviated his worry even more, since all of his crimes had been committed in pretty good size cities. A small town PI would definitely not have had anything to do with him.

"Ah come on, you seem plenty spry t' me," he teased, feeling much more comfortable in doing so now, "What kinda cases you get in a small town anyway? Someone made off wit' a li'l ol' lady's petunias?"

Roux was not one to commiserate with anyone, but he had to admit he did know what the guy was talking about. "Oui, I know a bit 'bout dat," he said, giving a small shrug, "Dis town's definitely a change from what I'm used t'. Not in a bad way, really. It's jus'…a bit o' an adjustment. Guessin' you like it here, den?"

Plenty of people seemed to like being in town. He did not dislike it, and it did seem to be growing on him, but Roux was still a long ways off from wanting to settle down, if he ever would be.

@hngrylikethewoolf

[knightley--phillip]

Market Research || Open

[knightley--phillip]

“Well,” said Phillip, ready to launch into the tragic tale of the Hunted Deer. “We used to have one. Owned by this bloke Gaston. It was the sort of place with antlers and hunting trophies all over the walls. Sports games constantly on. Good place to meet up with blokes for a pint, but not really a good place for… well, he got weirdly aggressive later on and started banning Magicks. Which, honestly, is just a stupid business decision — anyway, the place burned down! And he was inside! Bloody wild, right?”

He laughed it off, as if it had not been an incredibly terrifying moment of his life. Another sister almost lost to the fire. Christ. He really didn’t want to think about that.

So, as usual, Phillip just bounced away from the bad emotions.

“Anyway, it’s just a charred husk of a building now. If you go by lakeside, you might see it. I’m looking to finally knock it all down and build up a new place. A good place.” 

@roux-clochard

[roux-clochard]

Having the story related to him made Roux remember he had heard about that incident. It must have been while he had gone down to London for a few months. Figures that he would end up missing the excitement. "Merde, dat is wild! Though if he was bannin' Magicks, can't say I'm all dat sad 'bout it." Even if he was not out, he would not really be comfortable in a place like that, and Roux definitely did not have any sympathy for Magick haters.

"Well I sure hope you do, an' dat you welcome everybody." He paused, then added, "'Cause dat jus' seems t' be de righ' way t' do it. You do wanna make de most money, after all, so you don' wanna exclude no one." He hoped that sounded more like he was offering good advice and not that he was coming off sounding like a Magick not wanting to be excluded.

@knightley--phillip

[marie-a-bonfamille]

Your vote matters || Open

[marie-a-bonfamille]

Marie shrugged. "It's not quite that exciting." Secret committees sounded a little far fetched even for Swynlake. Or did it? In relation to prom, maybe, but otherwise...

"It's just like a name drop thing." She said. "At town hall. It's all anonymous, of course, but people tend to nominate their friends, I guess. Are your friends very interested in prom?"

@roux-clochard

[roux-clochard]

He had not really expected a secret committee or anything that involved. And in truth, Roux was not truly surprised that he had not been nominated. There really were not enough people in town who knew him for there to be enough people to put his name in. Even so, he still was going to be a little bitter.

"Guess I gotta make some more friends, then," he grumbled as he chewed on the macaron, "Either that or maybe I should go an' nominate myself a bunch o' times, since it's anonymous. I don' know if my friends are interested in prom 'cause like I said, I don' really have any." Which should not have bothered him since he still was not planning to stay in town forever, yet somehow he felt bad saying that out loud.

@marie-a-bonfamille

[roux-clochard]

Caught in the Act || Kovoux

[whereforeart-thou-kovu]

A little while seemed a bit of an exaggeration, considering Kovu had watched Roux pluck it off that man less than two minutes prior.

However, he didn't point this out.

One of Kovu's jobs for his mother was to scout useful people. It had been his job at Oxford. Rich boys who went to all the parties and could convince anyone to do anything. Quite facilities people who blended in with the background.

Kovu disliked doing so. Knowing he might ruin someone's life.

He also couldn't not do it. His mother had expectations of anyone under her purview, but no one more than her own children. Besides, better them than him, Kovu thought most of the time.

"Could you?" Kovu said, raising his eyebrows slightly. He knew that he had the upperhand. He could stroll down the street and find the man that Roux had robbed. Or head to the police station when the theft was inevitably reported.

Or he could make sure that report never got any further than sitting in a dusty box in the archives.

"What if I had more expensive tastes? Say, a Patek Philippe?"

@roux-clochard

[roux-clochard]

Clearly it was going to take a decent effort to buy Kovu's silence. Roux was really internally cursing himself for being seen, but he kept his demeanor perfectly cool outwardly. It was not as though he could not get his hands on a Patek Philippe or any other watch, and he clearly could use the practice if he was getting careless enough to be caught in the act.

"Ah, I shoulda figured you were a man o' fine taste," he remarked, "But oui, if dat's de way your tastes run, I could certainly see a way t' acquirin' one for you." Not necessarily immediately though, since he doubted anyone in this town was strolling around wearing something that expensive. He had lucked out with the Rolex guy. The odds of someone with a Patek Philippe passing through were probably astronomically low. Which meant he would probably have to head to London.

"But it might take a li'l time t' acquire somethin' like dat. You know, I gotta make sure de store has dem in stock," he added, just in case anyone else might have overheard. But he was pretty damn sure Kovu knew exactly what he really meant.

@whereforeart-thou-kovu

[joy-mohanty]

The Meetup || Joyeux

[joy-mohanty]

@roux-clochard

"Oh, a lot! I never really sit still." Joy said. "Of course I read, but I also do music on the side, and I have a bit of a Tiktok following. I mostly make teacher content or post music. A lot of other teachers like to watch my stuff, or parents of primary age kids. It's just a hobby, one of many."

She was a little shy about it because people thought she used TikTok exactly like a teenager did.

"It makes me a little extra money a month, so I figure it's worthwhile. And I can sew! I like to sew some of my own clothes or spruce up a piece I thrifted. And I'm in the summer play this year! I got the lead which is crazy, I auditioned on a whim."

Joy smiled brightly at him.

"What about you, what do you do for fun around here?"

[roux-clochard]

That all sounded nice. Roux was not big on social media himself, not so much because he had nothing to post but because broadcasting himself too much was not really a wise idea when he wanted to keep as low of a profile as possible.

"Ah, dat's neat. I didn't know teachers followed each other's TikToks! But dat sounds like a good way t' share ideas. An' I can't argue wit' makin' extra money. Good for you!" He had his own ways of making extra money, but he was not going to elaborate on them. "If de things you sew are anythin' like your outfit tonight, I'd love t' see dem! You seem like you've got a real good eye for color. An' you're de lead in de play too? Wow, you're quite de Renaissance woman! Color me tres impressed!"

He did not have quite the same list of accomplishments to share. Roux had plenty of accomplishments, but again, not ones that he could talk about in polite company. "I like t' cook in my spare time," he said, one of the few things he could admit to, "Cajun cookin' primarily, but I'm willin' t' dabble in plenty o' other kinds. I'm also a big fan o' motorcycles. Don' got one at de moment, but maybe eventually I'll look into gettin' one. If I do, I'd be plenty willin' t' take you for a ride."

@joy-mohanty

[joy-mohanty]

The Meetup || Joyeux

[joy-mohanty]

@roux-clochard

"Oh, I love a good tequila soda with lime juice," Joy said. Though admittedly, she'd drink most anything. She wasn't particularly picky.

Part of it was also she just didn't want to be difficult by giving a complicated order, but she meant it! She liked tequila sodas with lime juice!

"Do you have a go-to bourbon or just whatever's on well?"

[roux-clochard]

That was a good choice, and Roux made an approving face. "Dat passes de bartender's approval," he said teasingly.

He would pretty much drink any bourbon, and he pretty much had. But when he did have a choice… "I like t' go wit' Maker's Mark when I can. An' I happen t' know dat we've got plenty o' it."

His fellow bartender had come over and he relayed the order. While they worked on the drinks, Roux turned back to Joy. "So chere, what else does de teacher like do t' spend her free time when she ain't wranglin' dose kids? Besides spendin' an evenin' wit' a devilishly handsome guy, obviously."

@joy-mohanty

[roland-doylebaby]

build a menu || Roland

[roland-doylebaby]

“You you cook too?!” Roland had been so lost in his own excitement his selective hearing was kicking in.

Damn he needed to stop doing that shit. Nobody would ever give him a damn second thought. They normally just think he is selfish.

“Oh I’ve been here…” fuck he forgot how long. “I’d say about a year. Came to town looking for my brother. Found him and kinda just stuck around a bit. Which is why I’m doing all this!” He pointed to the white board. “I’m trying to start up this podcast thing in the community!”

@roux-clochard

[roux-clochard]

"Oui, I do!" Roux was pretty sure he had already mentioned that, but the guy was so excited that he let it slide. And he really did not blame him. It was not every day you ran into someone over here who was familiar with Cajun cooking, let alone was so passionate about it.

So he had not been there too long either. Roux could not sympathize with looking for a sibling since he had none, but he was glad the other wolf had found his brother. "Oh dat's good. So he lives here too, den? Seems like dere's more o' us over here from de States dan anyone might think." Ah, so the cooking suggestions were for a podcast. "A podcast for cookin'? Now dere's a good idea! An' you'll definitely have a hit on your hands if you feature Cajun cookin'!"

@roland-doylebaby