Jeanne "Roulette," Duval
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Post by Jeanne "Roulette," Duval on Sept 5, 2016 14:05:15 GMT
Jeanne Duval
The Stage Calls My Name
Jeanne gave a little sigh and fully understood that Opal's question was more of a command than anything. She grabbed her bag, which had the red dress she preformed in, thinking that the other outfit should be saved for later. She slipped the dress on, she could get it on and off relatively quickly. Jeanne gave the bust a few tugs once it was one, trying to secure it. She hoped her grip wouldn't slip and she wouldn't end up punching herself in the face, which was something that happened much to often. She slipped on the red heels which she kept in her bag. Jeanne looked in the mirror, the sleeveless dress looked elegant and incredibly distracting for most men and some women in that case. It had a large kick that reached her mid-thigh. She fixed her short hair a little bit, which she styled meticulously every day. "Ready," She purred, already in the Roulette persona, something the dress seemed to trigger. She had gotten good with slipping in and out of being Roulette, considering she had already been doing it almost every night for four years. She glanced back to Opal and was Jeanne for a few more second. "That outfit is so cute,"
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OOC: I'm listening to "You're gonna go far kid," I'm very pumped
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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2016 22:51:04 GMT
Opal Hill
Look like a lady, work like a boss
Opal nodded at Jeanne, taken aback to say the very least. She looked fine in her red dress. Opal was also quite alarmed when she slipped into that sort of smooth seductress personality type the shook Opal to her core. She was happy to have an ally...or forced ally that could play a character. "Thanks." Opal kicked her leg out from her dress and exited the room, ready to go. OOC:
Sorry it's short, my post was the slide from the hideout to the casino.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2016 21:44:55 GMT
Opal Hill
Look like a lady, work like a boss
Opal stumbled into her room, half dazed, half about to cry. She kicked her heels off with a flamboyant strike of her legs. She peeled her coat off, getting tearshreaked mascara all of the white faux fur. Her ADHD had caused her to have the worst mood swings, though, she also had been reminded of her past. Opal died her tears and tore off her dress, changing into a sweatshirt and junky clothes. She flopped down on her pillow and pressed her face against her pillow, choking a bit on her tears. |
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Jeanne "Roulette," Duval
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"Hello, Mom, yeah, I think I just joined a gang,"
Posts: 27
Age:: 22
Relationship status:: single and looking for pringles
Home Country:: America
Sexuality:: Demisexual
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Post by Jeanne "Roulette," Duval on Sept 13, 2016 1:09:22 GMT
Jeanne Duval
The Stage Calls My Name
Jeanne saw Opal crying into a pillow. She had a sudden urge to comfort Opal, even thought being around Opal was very, very dangerous to Jeanne's wellbeing. "It's okay honey, what is it?" She gave Opal a pat on the back, sitting down on the bed next to her. Jeanne tried to comfort her, not knowing exactly what to do. "You can tell me sweetie, I'll listen," Jeanne stood back up, slipping out of the red dress, not caring if Opal saw her, and into her more comfortable clothes, this time lacking the bra that had strangled her so. She sat back down next to Opal, hoping that she would speak. |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2016 23:07:13 GMT
Opal Hill
Look like a lady, work like a boss
Opal choked a little, pressing her face close to her pillow and biting down on her pillow. She was an idiot. Her mother had told her never to let anyone see her upset, or weak. She listened to Jeanne's soothing words, flashing back to her childhood.
Opal had a paper towel shoved up her nose, blood slowly staining the white color in a gross saturation. Her mother rubbed her back gently as her sister peaked over the bed, barely able to peak her eyes over. Both girls were about 4. "Is Opy okay?" The girl off of the bed asked. Opal's mother cooed softly. "She's okay, Olivier. Boys at school hit her. You should have been in the principal's office to see what she did to them!"
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Jeanne "Roulette," Duval
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"Hello, Mom, yeah, I think I just joined a gang,"
Posts: 27
Age:: 22
Relationship status:: single and looking for pringles
Home Country:: America
Sexuality:: Demisexual
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Post by Jeanne "Roulette," Duval on Sept 15, 2016 1:12:25 GMT
Jeanne Duval
The Stage Calls My Name
Jeanne cocked her head. She was going to get Opal to talk. "Honey," Jeanne sighed "You can tell me, nothing will leave this room. I promise," Jeanne was ultimately more maternal than most of her peers, having an incredibly deep caring for most people. She ran a hand up Opal's back, rubbing it comfortingly. Hopefully Opal wouldn't get a mind to snap her hand off. She gave a warm and reassuring smile, even though Opal couldn't see her face. "Please talk to me Opal," |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2016 12:34:36 GMT
Opal Hill
Look like a lady, work like a boss
Opal choked and sighed. Jeanne's quiet coaxing was melting her heart. She had to give in. "Okay, fine."
"It was back a few years ago, my older brother and sister, twin sister, Olivier and Luca, we all ran a huge crime ring. Olivier was the morality in us, the good one. Luca was the fun between us. Our parents were gone, but he took care of us. He was strict, mean, but so much fun. That night Olivier and I had to pretend we'd been dating while Luca took some wallets, we'd be out of there in an hour. But Luca got to the bar, someone must have slipped him something strong, and he got drunk. Olivier and I got jumped, and she was taken. Luca went to go get her, but he was drunk and found her in our apartment a day later. Her..." Opal hesitated about saying the next words, "I loved her, she was my twin! I...I couldn't ever live without her...her body was found in the bathtub. Her head was found in a microwave. How pathetic! A microwave!" Opal was laughing out of sadness, her mind's only reflex. She hadn't told anyone this story. And she had't seen Luca since that night. Opal collapsed into her pillow, ignoring Jeanne "A microwave...how pathetic."
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Jeanne "Roulette," Duval
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"Hello, Mom, yeah, I think I just joined a gang,"
Posts: 27
Age:: 22
Relationship status:: single and looking for pringles
Home Country:: America
Sexuality:: Demisexual
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Post by Jeanne "Roulette," Duval on Sept 18, 2016 14:30:37 GMT
Jeanne Duval
The Stage Calls My Name
Jeanne was completely speechless at Opal's story, her deep blue eyes filling with sympathy. She didn't have siblings so she couldn't feel complete empathy, but she still felt awful. She tried to comfort Opal, still rubbing her back. Then, after the entire story had been told, Jeanne got an idea.
"Opal, I need Luca's number. We're going to call him, right now," Jeanne said in a relatively stern voice. "You need to speak to him. Give me his number," Jeanne leaned against Opal, wrapping an arm around her, even going so far as to press a kiss to her forehead, wiping away some tears from Opal's face with her thumb. |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2016 22:47:53 GMT
Opal Hill
Look like a lady, work like a boss
Opal choked through Jeanne's gesture of kindness and sympathy. She'd be raised to fight for what she wanted and, if you showed weakness, she was scorned. But in the arms of a truely mothering figure, she felt a relapse of dread and caution. Her mother wasn't around very often as a child. Opal pushed Jeanne away a little, embarassed at her crying spree. "No point. He'd probably be smart and've changed his number by now. Probably put sleeping with some lady he met when he was drunk-" Opal hiccuped and began sobbing again. |
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Jeanne "Roulette," Duval
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"Hello, Mom, yeah, I think I just joined a gang,"
Posts: 27
Age:: 22
Relationship status:: single and looking for pringles
Home Country:: America
Sexuality:: Demisexual
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Post by Jeanne "Roulette," Duval on Sept 19, 2016 0:18:38 GMT
Jeanne Duval
The Stage Calls My Name
Jeanne looked to Opal, deciding not to try and touch her further, but to keep as positive of an attitude as she could. "What if he didn't, there's still a chance Opal, you could make things right," Jeanne shook her head. "Wouldn't it be better if you tried, just the thought of the fact that you tried to reach out to him. If he's too drunk to realize that you care, screw him Opal, he isn't worth it," Jeanne gave her shoulder a squeeze. "Let's just try, if you want, I can do all the talking. If not, I can leave the room, I'll do whatever," |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2016 1:00:32 GMT
OOC: no template lyfe
Opal nodded. She knew that Jeanne was right, she just didn't want to admit it. "Okay. I just..." Opal shrugged a little and wrote his number onto a piece of paper. "I refuse to speak to him. You can do all the talking." Opal shrugged and fell asleep on the couch, all the crying had exhausted her.
OOC: Sorry its short but I had an idea. If you want, while Jeanne's on the phone with Luca, I'll RP as him from Opal's account for the time being
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Jeanne "Roulette," Duval
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"Hello, Mom, yeah, I think I just joined a gang,"
Posts: 27
Age:: 22
Relationship status:: single and looking for pringles
Home Country:: America
Sexuality:: Demisexual
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Post by Jeanne "Roulette," Duval on Sept 19, 2016 23:47:19 GMT
Jeanne Duval
The Stage Calls My Name
Jeanne grabbed her phone from out of her pocket. She quickly dialed the number and put her phone to her ear. She sat next to Opal, hoping that Opal would be able to hear the conversation between her and Luca. Then Jeanne realized that she would actually have to speak to Luca. Her heart fell in her chest as the phone began to ring. Jeanne couldn't know if she wanted him to actually answer. OOC: Sorry for such a short post, they will get longer one Luca and Jeanne actually start talking
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Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2016 0:26:10 GMT
OOC: Yo, posting for Luca now because Opal is sleepy and we don't have a Luca yet.
Luca awoke to the sound of a vibrating phone, to which he grumbled something in Italian and swiped his phone from his bedside table. The girl sleeping next to him nudged him with her elbow. Luca groggily rolled his eyes and nudged her back. "mi dispiace bambino , penso che sia importante." He purred in Italian, trying to impress his new woman. What was her name...Lola? He couldn't quite remember, too hungover. He smacked his phone before picking up the phone and answering. "Hello?" He grumbled, using his other hand to ran his fingers through his black, messy hair.
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Jeanne "Roulette," Duval
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"Hello, Mom, yeah, I think I just joined a gang,"
Posts: 27
Age:: 22
Relationship status:: single and looking for pringles
Home Country:: America
Sexuality:: Demisexual
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Post by Jeanne "Roulette," Duval on Sept 20, 2016 10:44:21 GMT
Jeanne Duval
The Stage Calls My Name
Jeanne didn't know what to stay first, should she start with accusations or should she begin with formalities. She let out a long sigh and began. "Luca Hill? Is this who I'm speaking to?" She hoped she was right about who she was speaking to, if not, that could be rather embarrassing if she began screaming at him and he ended up being an elderly woman. Her voice was slow and cold. "I need to speak to you, if you dare hang up, I will unleash hell on you," |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2016 11:12:36 GMT
OOC: more Luca
Luca groaned. He could tell that this woman wasn't going to let him off the hook for...whatever he did this time. He got out of bed, stretched, and put some clothes on, a simple button up white shirt with kakis and suspenders. He knew he'd left the caller waiting for a while, and smirked before he answered. "I don't think you know quite who you're talking to. My sisters and I, we'll find whoever you are, and-" He choked. He said sisters, plural. He shook his head, a throbbing hungover headache beginning to surface. "What do you want, lady?"
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