Post by Charlotte DeLongpré on Jan 24, 2012 1:08:44 GMT -5
CHARLOTTE AUBRY DELONGPRE
These hands are just to shaky to hold, hunger hurts
but starvings worse
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full name:[/b]Charlotte Aubry DeLongpre
age:23
sexual orientation:Heterosexual
blood status: Tainted. Or watered down pure.
house/former house: Ravenclaw
occupation: Dragon Keeper
alliance: Order
amortentia: Freshly cut grass, Slightly burnt rubber, spun sugar and gardenia's.
patronus: Honey Badger
boggart: A lion, she has an irrational fear of them.
erised: She would find herself standing in a bank vault, the sole key holder to her family's vaults, with all the names blacked out on her family tree but her and her sister's. TO be rich and free
strengths:
- Communing with Animals
- Dancing, despite her short stature
- Baking
- Memory Charms
- Punctuality
weaknesses:
- Singing
- Men with green eyes or broad shoulders
- Drinking far too much for her good
- Self deprecating
- Her siblings
likes:
- Ballet
- Gymnastics
- Dogs
- Champagne
- Jazz Music
- Sherry
- Sturdy heels
- The color purple
- Tights
- freshly laundered linens.
- Muggle movies
- Day Lilies
- Reading.
dislikes:
- Crows
- Loud, banging sounds
- Toads
- Mud on her shoes
- Velvet
- Opera
- Red meat
- Vinegar
- White Wine
- Olives
- men with back hair
- Her grandparents
habits:
Charlie has a tendency to bite her nails whenever she's nervous, or to fiddle with whatever pendant is on her necklace, and she always wears a necklace. If for some reason she can do neither, she will pace or sway her body back and forth. Instead of showing her joy, she will smile while biting her lip, it's how she expresses happiness.
goals:
To become successful on her own, without the family money or any handouts from any of her siblings. To keep doing a job that she loves and to have a family of her very own.
personality: -
Charlotte had been told since birth that if one didn't have anything nice to say, then they ought not say anything at all. It wasn't that she didn't have the words to say, but was often scolded in her youth for being rude. Over the years, she had learned to turn a phrase to the point that a insult can be very underhanded, almost undetectable unless one is savvy of mind. For the most part, Charlie is a fairly meek woman, and likes to keep to herself. She likes to indulge herself into the world of fantasy that can be found in her books rather than the world around her. She enjoys her job because she gets to pretend that she lives within her fantasy world and still get paid for it. To her, there is nothing better in this world than being able to get paid for doing something that you love enough to do for free. She can be rather self spoken in the fact that she knows of so many other outlets that can be used in order to express herself that doesn't involve fighting or any other sort of violence. She's very passionate about the things that she cares about, but does have a problem whenever it comes to standing up for herself sometimes. She can be a bit of a doormat until pushed to far. Whenever her temper in incensed, she can become quiet shrew.
She's not shy, she just detests meeting new people unless she has to. She would rather judge a person from afar, and create a whole life and personality to go with their faces before ever learning their name. To her, the truth just doesn't ever really compare to the mirage that she creates. Despite her overactive imagination, she is brutally honest and that can tend to drive the few people who can be around her away quickly. For that, she is grateful for her siblings, who have never judged her. They are a very close family, her mother made sure of that. Since they got so much negativity in their lives as it was from people outside of the immediate family, she knew that it was best that they all grow up close nit. So close in fact that nobody had their own room growing up, that constant companionship caused Charlie's slight fear of being alone. While she does live alone in her studio apartment, if it weren't for her dogs, she might just go mad. She will show everybody respect until she feels that she has been disrespected. She longs for romance, somebody to come along in her life and attempt to see the world how she sees it. In all shades of pink and grey.
Being that her emotions greatly effect her physical state, there will be frequent times that she will walk away from a situation without any prior notice. She doesn't like the way that people look at her if her hair color starts to change for no reason. If she could control it, that would be one thing. Her range of emotions tend to change so strongly that if she becomes heated, her appearance could change. She doesn't like being looked at like a freak, she just wanted to be accepted, and left alone to live her life in peace. She can't do that if people are constantly attempting to tease her, or aggravate her just to see her face change, or her eyes turn black with rage.
appearance: Charlie has always been considered to be one of the prettier girls in her family. Of course, her older sister is the prettiest by far in Charlie's eyes. Her sister just has those legs that go on for miles and a smile that just won't quit. Charlie, for whatever reason is one of the shorter, and a little more round than the rest of the women in her family. She stands at only 5'4, and lean only for the fact that she dances so much on a daily basis. She has what she fondly will refer to as an 'Athletes body' Her calves are very defined, her thighs are strong. Her knees are her weak point, but years of dancing will do that to a woman. Her nails are kept as short as she can keep them, her job requires her to keep them this way. Just like whenever she is at work, she must wear trousers and keep her hair pulled back tightly. She doesn't have an ample bosom, but she does the best she can with what she has.
Naturally, her long chestnut hair is curly. It hands down to just above the middle of her back. It doesn't require much maintenance, and she has short bangs that come in front of her face. Not really the 'style' of today but she likes the way it looks, and it's a universal style. Her skin is clear, and isn't prone to break outs. She skin is dewy soft, at least on her torso and arms. Her hands will generally have a slightly chalky feeling to them, since she practices her dancing every day and will need the chalk on her hands and shoes to keep her grip. Her legs are more rough from the scarring. She has a soft touch, but a firm grip. Her eyes are ice blue, and the iris on one is more dilated than the other. Her lips are full and a light pink that she tends to enhance with a dark red lipstick. Her face is small, and she knows without a doubt that her best feature is her eyes, surrounded by their long lashes. While she personally feels that she needs to wear a good amount of make up to feel pretty, her family has always told her that it simply isn't the case. She would have been fine without it.
marks, scars, tattoos, etc: She has one small tattoo, a pink bow just behind her left ear. She has scars on her feet from her dance training, and various scars, all very small littering her legs, showing her years of dancing, and gymnastics.
overall style: Charlie likes to feel like a woman, so she will generally wear dresses of various lengths, stockings and heels. She doesn't like to be too tall, and wouldn't ever wear something that she couldn't move freely in so whenever she is out in public, she will wear thick, two inch heels with a strap to keep her foot in place. The same type of shoes that she had grown up watching the flapper girls wear. They were the ones who had inspired her love of movement. At work, due to the hazardous nature, she will wear leather riding boots, and her trousers, perhaps even riding pants if she can't find anything else. Her family had a lot of horses growing up, and had the clothing and it just so happened to apply to the attire needed to interact with Dragons. She doesn't like wizarding robes, but does own a few sets to have ready in case the situation calls for more traditional attire.
mother: Morgana Latimer
father: Russel DeLongpre
siblings: Five sisters Adrienne[30], Blanche[26], Delphine[19], Estelle[15], and Florence[11]
spouse: None, yet
children: None, yet but wants a big family.
other family members: None that she is allowed to speak with
wealth status: Modest. No access to her family money
pets: Owns two golden retrievers. One male, one female.
history: - at least three to four full paragraphs minimum.
+Third born female
+Born in France
+Mother was a seamstress and a shoe maker, being a Squib she tainted their family line and was the reason that her father was disowned from the family, and cut off from their bank vault.
+Possible shot at redemption if had a son, but had five daughters instead while trying
+Father was a Ministry figure head, very gifted whenever it came to legal matters
+Was the first DeLonpre not to be sorted into Slytherin, and paved the way for her youngest two sisters to be sorted into Gryffindor.
+had to move out right after graduation, but still under the family's thumb. Which is why she only works at Gringotts, instead of at the Ministry doing Dragon research which is the position that she really wanted. The only way that she had to rebel was to not take the position that her father had gotten for her.
+Grandparents and all other relatives are very powerful pureblood activists, no doubt working with, or are in fact Death Eaters themselves.
+Is a metamorphagus - still overly controlled by her emotions
+ Keeps to herself because she feels like an outsider
+was offered a ministry position by her father but couldn't/wouldn't take it. Started working at Gringotts a little over a year ago after a string of very odd jobs.
+Doesn't like to stay in one place very long, has the desire to see the world but has lived in the same flat since she was 18. She wants to get the desire to move up in world but just hasn't yet. She tends to settle.
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ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
(Out of context, this might seem slightly strange, but it was like, a week or two old. So, at least it's current and yes, most of my posts tend to look like this :/)
(Out of context, this might seem slightly strange, but it was like, a week or two old. So, at least it's current and yes, most of my posts tend to look like this :/)
He hated boats. There was no way about it. Of course the prison was best located on an island, but ever since that mass break out that had happened all of those years ago they had placed anti-apparation charms the whole path and enforced security in ways that even he wasn't allowed to know. He wouldn't be surprised if only the Minister himself knew exactly how well it was guarded now. It seemed like only yesterday he had been making this exact same trip, of course that had been a far more professional matter, with only slightly personal inflections, this one was all personal. He was going to use his badge to get his way for personal gain, something that he hadn't ever done before and knew that he shouldn't be doing now. He just couldn't stop himself. He had to go there, he had to see her, there was no other way around it. He needed to be there whenever she stepped off of the grounds and into the salty sea air. He needed to see her hair whipping about her face and the angry look on her face. He needed her to know that it was him who was the one to get her out early. The ministry had wanted to let her stew in there for months, with no permanent release date. They had just figured, that the longer that she had in there, the better. They wanted to alienate all of Darren's family from him, even if Ashton knew from personal experience with the man that he wouldn't have cared in the least that she was wasting away in a prison. He could see the tips of the triangular prison poking up out of the clouds in the distance, it wouldn't be too long before he was able to see her face again. Things had been left, on less than favorable circumstances. Of course, he didn't feel like he was wholly in the wrong about the whole thing, but he was willing to put worth the first efforts, for the first time in his life. She had almost killed him after all, anger like that wasn't so easy to let go of. He knew that very well. Of course, he was banking on the fact that she was going to take a good look at him, and reconsider a few things. He knew that she was stubborn and pig headed, just like he was at times but even Ashton could see reason.
There was no way to even imagine what she had to of been going through this past couple of days. It was likely the longest 48 hours of her life. Of course, that wasn't counting the booking times and the time that it was going to take for them to clear her out of her cell and escort her down into the holding tank to release her into his personal custody. Ashton found himself standing in the far too small bathroom on the charter boat that was closing the small distance between him and the prison. He was almost nervous as to what he was going to see whenever he arrived. He knew that the same cold would overcome him, and the nerves that were keeping his mouth constantly dry were only going to intensify. His hands gripped the porcelain bowl of the sink until his knuckles were starting to turn white. His head bowed, stray pieces of hair falling down in front of his eyes and his chest was moving at an irregular rhythm as he attempted to keep from getting sick. He wasn't sure why he felt so awful, dread chewing at the insides of him body. He couldn't explain it. She was just as much at fault here, he was coming out of his way to make a gesture to her, to attempt to clear the air and put everything behind him. Exhaling slowly through parted lips he released his grasp and turned on the cold water faucet, dipping his hands below the stream and allowing them to become covered in liquid and brought them to his face. He let the cold shrink his heated skin back into place and turned off the faucet with one hand, running his hand down his face with the other before reaching for the small off white towel that was sitting next to the small bar of soap and drying his hands and face. Pushing his still slightly damp hands back through his hair and righted himself. The bathroom was cramped, he was far too tall for something like this, if he were to put his elbows out on either side of his body, he wouldn't even be able to stick them out fully. He pressed himself up against the far wall opposite the door as bed as he could, his head backing into the tiny circular window as he pried the door open and squeezed out of the restroom. Glancing once more into the mirror at the reflection of a man that he didn't recognize. His hair felt strange, it was stuck down for the first time that he could recall. Not even on his wedding did he attempt to tame his hair. That had to mean something, right?
Holding onto the railing of the boat he made his way toward the bow of the boat, where a couple of the armed escorts were playing a rather heated game of poker at a small square metal table that was bolted down to the floor. Their chairs weren't bolted, and Ashton wasn't really sure where they had even come from but the weight of the escorts were keeping them in place. Thankful for the extra chair that she had weighted down with a large rock and a couple of their tranquilizer guns he moved forward to them, pulling a cigarette out of his pocket and lighting it along the way. They moved their guns and left Ashton to move the rock, never stopping their game for even a second lest the other get a chance to look at the cards. He imagined them to have some sort of magical adhesive or else he had no clue how they managed to get the cards to stay in place whenever the wind was whipping about so. He had no intentions of joining them, not that he didn't enjoy a good round of cards every now and then, but he needed to focus, he needed to steady his nerves. Listening to them argue and issue petty threats was just the thing to do the trick until they arrived and judging by the fact that the boat was starting to slow, he imagined that was going to be very soon indeed. He felt like a fool, his head felt hot and he had this strange feeling in the pit of his stomach. It was something that he had never felt before, and he didn't care for it, he could never feel this way again and it would be too soon. Up until this very moment he had been too focused on not allowing the Ministry officials to make an example out of Kaydence that he hadn't even stopped to focus on his motivations, or what he was going to do once she was free again. Something that he should have through about a long time ago, he should have just let her serve her sentence and then be done with it.
The men started to wrap up their game and Ashton gathered his small things onto his person. Tucking his wand into his back pants pocket, making sure that his badge was shining from his neck and putting his coins and cigarettes into the inside pocket of his jacket. Everybody was filing off. Last time there had been the whole process of checking everybody into the building, but they didn't have to worry about that this time since it was a pick up, and not a drop off. They had checked Ashton before they had left and since he had been making fairly frequent visits to the prison as of late, they were all almost on first name basis with one another. He had been visiting Isis every week, asking her for information, and he felt that she was starting to get worn down, but who could really know what was going on inside the twisted inner workings of her mind. The escorts would walk him to the door, talk more about Quidditch and poker until Ashton was done, and then they would escort him back. Basically, they just kept him dementor free, which was a wonderful thing and he doubted that they got paid enough for what they did. Having to work in such a miserable local all the time had to be thankless. At least they had each other, and their poker games. Stopping on the small patch of grass leading into the walk way he just had to focus on allowing his feet to carry him into the building and not over think it. Flicking the butt of his cigarette off of the edge of this miserable rock and into the ocean as it lapped up at the sides of the shore he once again smoothed down the top of his hair. Nodding to the escorts as they grew closer to the door. He could hear every single footstep resounding ten fold inside of his head, the steady thumping was keeping him from turning around and running to hide on the boat until they docked, she wouldn't even have to really know that he had been there in the first place. In his free hand, he held a special package for her, wrapped in plain brown packing paper, the type that butchers were apt to use.
Passing through the doors he held up his badge for the man at the counter to see. He was a rather portly fellow, obviously had been sitting behind that desk for far too long. That, or the prolonged exposure to the dementors had caused him to abandon any need to take care of himself a long time ago. The man acted like he recognized Ashton, like they ought to be old friends. Of course, working a job like this for who knows how long was bound to kill a person's social life since there was no good conversation to be had, and It looked like a lot of lunches spent alone. Forcing a half smile he approached the desk and pulled the clip board with the inmate release form over to his frame. Kaydence would have no idea how long she was going to be incarcerated, and he had pulled a lot of strings to get her released this early. She was going to be released into his custody. Of course, he knew that given how angry she was bound to be with him it wasn't going to mean very much because she would want to just be on her angsty way without so much as a word to him. Yet, here he was anyway. He placed the package on the counter without a word, and allowed the man behind the desk to pass him the clipboard full of forms. Ashton was far too impatient to sit down and fill them out, and it wasn't like he had other people that he needed to get to. He started to fill out the various lines as the man behind the counter started to lift all of Kaydence's possessions up and over the counter, the same damned purple pumps that she had been wearing whenever she had been taken into custody, no doubt whenever they brought her down she would have been given the same cloths to change into. Personally, he wouldn't have minded seeing her in the black and white pinstripes for just a moment before she glared him down. Her being barefoot on this floor would just have to suffice though, her shoes could easily have been used as a weapon, not against the dementors of course but against himself so he would just hold onto them until he saw what state of mind she was in. They pulled up the contents of her pocket and then the transcripts of her visit. The profanities that she had used whenever she threatened the dementors, her sleeping habits while she had been here as well as her list of visitors. That was the only thing out of the lot that had interested Ashton at all. He hadn't been expecting anybody to have come and visited her, it wasn't an easy thing to do. The person must have been somebody with connections in order to get here at all. He was going to have to ask the guards about it since they were the ones that would have been forced to escort the person. There was only four of them, and these two were the only ones that worked on the weekends, which was how long that she had been here.
Finishing the form he pulled the transcripts toward him, noting that she hadn't been eating too much. He couldn't blame her, feeling that miserable was hardly conducive to food. Plus it was likely the same thing every day and her highness wouldn't have stood for that. If nothing else, it should have been a humbling experience for her. Moving to the visitors he only saw one name. Maverick Dresner. His eyes widened, it was a man? She hadn't called for Ashton, but she had summoned this other person to come and see her in this short time frame? How else would he have even known that she had been incarcerated at all? No, it couldn't be right. Who the hell was Maverick Dresner? Was there even more secrets that he didn't know about? Ashton flipped to the next page in the log which was the form that Maverick had filled out to be permitted into the holding cells, under relation, he had just put 'personal' what the hell was that supposed to mean? Suddenly he felt even more daft for bothering to put his neck out for her sake in the first place. He had almost even jeopardized Rutherford's opinion of him, something that he wouldn't have been able to get back no matter how he had apologized and she was here consorting with other men. He knew that the next page in the list would have been the transcript of every word that had been spoken between them during visitation, and while modestly curious, he couldn't bring himself to turn the page. He gripped onto the pages, causing them to crinkle and he slammed them back down next to her shoes. “Let her out. I'll be outside” he barked at the man who didn't deserve it and marched back out the doors, ignoring the questions that the two men standing outside were asking him. Ripping the brown paper from around the bouquet of flowers he tossed it to the ground and the wind instantly carried it away. Ashton threw the assortment of colorful flowers on the ground save one, not wanting to bother with even letting her see them. The first time that he had ever bought something for a women other than a ring and it was for nothing. He extracted another cigarette and ignited it. He could feel himself starting to hyperventilate. Putting the stick between his two fingers he bent in half, placing his hands on his knees as he heaved, breath becoming more and more ragged with every moment. This man must have been the reason that she had been refusing him this whole time. The level of her betrayal went far deeper than he had ever realized. She had made him care for her, really care for her despite all of this and for nothing.
Standing up he began to take rapid puffs from his cigarette to calm himself, hardly allowing himself to properly exhale before moving onto the next drag. Tossing the spare plume to the ground he felt moderately better as he heard the petals crunch underneath the heel of his boot. He ground the thing into the ground to make him feel better, all the while keeping his back turned on the guards who were no doubt looking at him with pity. He knew that they had to be whispering about him, and he knew that if he were to hear any of it, he was going to want to harm them so it was best to just ignore them all together. He was going to just have to head back to the boat. They could wait for Kaydence and escort her, he knew the long and narrow path well enough not to go staggering off the edges. Even if he did feel that doing just that might make him feel infinitely better. Staggering away from the lot of flowers he walked at a slow, but determined pace. He heard the giant steel doors open behind him, good. Let her look at nothing but his retreating back. She would have had to know that he had seen the transcripts, she was too smart not too. He was the fool here, again.
There was no way to even imagine what she had to of been going through this past couple of days. It was likely the longest 48 hours of her life. Of course, that wasn't counting the booking times and the time that it was going to take for them to clear her out of her cell and escort her down into the holding tank to release her into his personal custody. Ashton found himself standing in the far too small bathroom on the charter boat that was closing the small distance between him and the prison. He was almost nervous as to what he was going to see whenever he arrived. He knew that the same cold would overcome him, and the nerves that were keeping his mouth constantly dry were only going to intensify. His hands gripped the porcelain bowl of the sink until his knuckles were starting to turn white. His head bowed, stray pieces of hair falling down in front of his eyes and his chest was moving at an irregular rhythm as he attempted to keep from getting sick. He wasn't sure why he felt so awful, dread chewing at the insides of him body. He couldn't explain it. She was just as much at fault here, he was coming out of his way to make a gesture to her, to attempt to clear the air and put everything behind him. Exhaling slowly through parted lips he released his grasp and turned on the cold water faucet, dipping his hands below the stream and allowing them to become covered in liquid and brought them to his face. He let the cold shrink his heated skin back into place and turned off the faucet with one hand, running his hand down his face with the other before reaching for the small off white towel that was sitting next to the small bar of soap and drying his hands and face. Pushing his still slightly damp hands back through his hair and righted himself. The bathroom was cramped, he was far too tall for something like this, if he were to put his elbows out on either side of his body, he wouldn't even be able to stick them out fully. He pressed himself up against the far wall opposite the door as bed as he could, his head backing into the tiny circular window as he pried the door open and squeezed out of the restroom. Glancing once more into the mirror at the reflection of a man that he didn't recognize. His hair felt strange, it was stuck down for the first time that he could recall. Not even on his wedding did he attempt to tame his hair. That had to mean something, right?
Holding onto the railing of the boat he made his way toward the bow of the boat, where a couple of the armed escorts were playing a rather heated game of poker at a small square metal table that was bolted down to the floor. Their chairs weren't bolted, and Ashton wasn't really sure where they had even come from but the weight of the escorts were keeping them in place. Thankful for the extra chair that she had weighted down with a large rock and a couple of their tranquilizer guns he moved forward to them, pulling a cigarette out of his pocket and lighting it along the way. They moved their guns and left Ashton to move the rock, never stopping their game for even a second lest the other get a chance to look at the cards. He imagined them to have some sort of magical adhesive or else he had no clue how they managed to get the cards to stay in place whenever the wind was whipping about so. He had no intentions of joining them, not that he didn't enjoy a good round of cards every now and then, but he needed to focus, he needed to steady his nerves. Listening to them argue and issue petty threats was just the thing to do the trick until they arrived and judging by the fact that the boat was starting to slow, he imagined that was going to be very soon indeed. He felt like a fool, his head felt hot and he had this strange feeling in the pit of his stomach. It was something that he had never felt before, and he didn't care for it, he could never feel this way again and it would be too soon. Up until this very moment he had been too focused on not allowing the Ministry officials to make an example out of Kaydence that he hadn't even stopped to focus on his motivations, or what he was going to do once she was free again. Something that he should have through about a long time ago, he should have just let her serve her sentence and then be done with it.
The men started to wrap up their game and Ashton gathered his small things onto his person. Tucking his wand into his back pants pocket, making sure that his badge was shining from his neck and putting his coins and cigarettes into the inside pocket of his jacket. Everybody was filing off. Last time there had been the whole process of checking everybody into the building, but they didn't have to worry about that this time since it was a pick up, and not a drop off. They had checked Ashton before they had left and since he had been making fairly frequent visits to the prison as of late, they were all almost on first name basis with one another. He had been visiting Isis every week, asking her for information, and he felt that she was starting to get worn down, but who could really know what was going on inside the twisted inner workings of her mind. The escorts would walk him to the door, talk more about Quidditch and poker until Ashton was done, and then they would escort him back. Basically, they just kept him dementor free, which was a wonderful thing and he doubted that they got paid enough for what they did. Having to work in such a miserable local all the time had to be thankless. At least they had each other, and their poker games. Stopping on the small patch of grass leading into the walk way he just had to focus on allowing his feet to carry him into the building and not over think it. Flicking the butt of his cigarette off of the edge of this miserable rock and into the ocean as it lapped up at the sides of the shore he once again smoothed down the top of his hair. Nodding to the escorts as they grew closer to the door. He could hear every single footstep resounding ten fold inside of his head, the steady thumping was keeping him from turning around and running to hide on the boat until they docked, she wouldn't even have to really know that he had been there in the first place. In his free hand, he held a special package for her, wrapped in plain brown packing paper, the type that butchers were apt to use.
Passing through the doors he held up his badge for the man at the counter to see. He was a rather portly fellow, obviously had been sitting behind that desk for far too long. That, or the prolonged exposure to the dementors had caused him to abandon any need to take care of himself a long time ago. The man acted like he recognized Ashton, like they ought to be old friends. Of course, working a job like this for who knows how long was bound to kill a person's social life since there was no good conversation to be had, and It looked like a lot of lunches spent alone. Forcing a half smile he approached the desk and pulled the clip board with the inmate release form over to his frame. Kaydence would have no idea how long she was going to be incarcerated, and he had pulled a lot of strings to get her released this early. She was going to be released into his custody. Of course, he knew that given how angry she was bound to be with him it wasn't going to mean very much because she would want to just be on her angsty way without so much as a word to him. Yet, here he was anyway. He placed the package on the counter without a word, and allowed the man behind the desk to pass him the clipboard full of forms. Ashton was far too impatient to sit down and fill them out, and it wasn't like he had other people that he needed to get to. He started to fill out the various lines as the man behind the counter started to lift all of Kaydence's possessions up and over the counter, the same damned purple pumps that she had been wearing whenever she had been taken into custody, no doubt whenever they brought her down she would have been given the same cloths to change into. Personally, he wouldn't have minded seeing her in the black and white pinstripes for just a moment before she glared him down. Her being barefoot on this floor would just have to suffice though, her shoes could easily have been used as a weapon, not against the dementors of course but against himself so he would just hold onto them until he saw what state of mind she was in. They pulled up the contents of her pocket and then the transcripts of her visit. The profanities that she had used whenever she threatened the dementors, her sleeping habits while she had been here as well as her list of visitors. That was the only thing out of the lot that had interested Ashton at all. He hadn't been expecting anybody to have come and visited her, it wasn't an easy thing to do. The person must have been somebody with connections in order to get here at all. He was going to have to ask the guards about it since they were the ones that would have been forced to escort the person. There was only four of them, and these two were the only ones that worked on the weekends, which was how long that she had been here.
Finishing the form he pulled the transcripts toward him, noting that she hadn't been eating too much. He couldn't blame her, feeling that miserable was hardly conducive to food. Plus it was likely the same thing every day and her highness wouldn't have stood for that. If nothing else, it should have been a humbling experience for her. Moving to the visitors he only saw one name. Maverick Dresner. His eyes widened, it was a man? She hadn't called for Ashton, but she had summoned this other person to come and see her in this short time frame? How else would he have even known that she had been incarcerated at all? No, it couldn't be right. Who the hell was Maverick Dresner? Was there even more secrets that he didn't know about? Ashton flipped to the next page in the log which was the form that Maverick had filled out to be permitted into the holding cells, under relation, he had just put 'personal' what the hell was that supposed to mean? Suddenly he felt even more daft for bothering to put his neck out for her sake in the first place. He had almost even jeopardized Rutherford's opinion of him, something that he wouldn't have been able to get back no matter how he had apologized and she was here consorting with other men. He knew that the next page in the list would have been the transcript of every word that had been spoken between them during visitation, and while modestly curious, he couldn't bring himself to turn the page. He gripped onto the pages, causing them to crinkle and he slammed them back down next to her shoes. “Let her out. I'll be outside” he barked at the man who didn't deserve it and marched back out the doors, ignoring the questions that the two men standing outside were asking him. Ripping the brown paper from around the bouquet of flowers he tossed it to the ground and the wind instantly carried it away. Ashton threw the assortment of colorful flowers on the ground save one, not wanting to bother with even letting her see them. The first time that he had ever bought something for a women other than a ring and it was for nothing. He extracted another cigarette and ignited it. He could feel himself starting to hyperventilate. Putting the stick between his two fingers he bent in half, placing his hands on his knees as he heaved, breath becoming more and more ragged with every moment. This man must have been the reason that she had been refusing him this whole time. The level of her betrayal went far deeper than he had ever realized. She had made him care for her, really care for her despite all of this and for nothing.
Standing up he began to take rapid puffs from his cigarette to calm himself, hardly allowing himself to properly exhale before moving onto the next drag. Tossing the spare plume to the ground he felt moderately better as he heard the petals crunch underneath the heel of his boot. He ground the thing into the ground to make him feel better, all the while keeping his back turned on the guards who were no doubt looking at him with pity. He knew that they had to be whispering about him, and he knew that if he were to hear any of it, he was going to want to harm them so it was best to just ignore them all together. He was going to just have to head back to the boat. They could wait for Kaydence and escort her, he knew the long and narrow path well enough not to go staggering off the edges. Even if he did feel that doing just that might make him feel infinitely better. Staggering away from the lot of flowers he walked at a slow, but determined pace. He heard the giant steel doors open behind him, good. Let her look at nothing but his retreating back. She would have had to know that he had seen the transcripts, she was too smart not too. He was the fool here, again.
Hello! My name is, Charlie and I've been roleplaying for 7+ years.
My characters play-by is Lyndsy Fonseca and my application is, boss so sort me already!
My characters play-by is Lyndsy Fonseca and my application is, boss so sort me already!
*Picture is from Caution 2.0
