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Post by Estelle Marquis on Apr 11, 2016 14:57:53 GMT
[googlefont=Bad Script] { } This change left her with nothing to do. No paper work or missions to achieve. No colleagues or victims to talk to. It was all a very lonely existence at this point. She stayed quiet, followed orders as she should and permeated their ranks like a seasoned officer. Roxy, Leo and Percy fit the appearance for a darker individual and were trained just as well, maybe even better, as Estelle was. She had a detour in Camphrier Town and in the leave that the Dusk organization had given her it would be wise to use it to go away from the organization, as to not seem suspicious. Parfum Palace was rumored to be an exciting place to visit. With it's elegant gardens and wonderful inside decor. It was a marvel that Estelle didn't go there more often with crime related cases. That's where she would go, to attempt an escape from the loneliness that held her captive. Yes, she had met Richter but there was something about going by a fake name that made you seem like you weren't yourself. She had to be a completely different person here. The walk there was pleasant and she had chosen a lavender shirt with a black over jacket and some dark jeans. Somehow, this new dress code was something that she could come to love. Being able to wear her dark purples and blacks along with a little lavender. It was refreshing. With hair still in a bit of a bed head after she dressed, a comb flattened it and made it look presentable for daily wear. It didn't take her long to find the palace. With her holo caster, she felt completely fine. Her instinct had forced her to put the three pokeballs she owned at the time in her jacket pocket, for easy accessibility. She walked the halls, trying to look like a respectable citizen instead of a shady criminal but the way she dressed, she began to groom herself like that. If the public saw her as a criminal, the Dusk would too. MADE BY VEL OF GS
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Post by Guy Jacques on Apr 11, 2016 16:06:20 GMT
Live in ignorance and purchase your happiness. That sounded fine. He signed the contract paper and pushed it over to the friendly yellow shirted man who was a bit too plump for his liking. But he wasn't here to judge appearances. He was here to make good on the past and sell the place that his mother had adored. The contract was sealed, he took the money and fled into the night. He didn't need a car. He didn't need anything else besides the suit on his back and the tie around his neck, because he was free, dammit! Free from everything, free from her and her expectations and his old friends and habits. He'd start a new life. Move over to Kanto and change his name, he'd become someone who he was supposed to be, just. Just some guy. That's all he wanted to be.
The alarm clock ringing was what woke him up. Guy smacked his hand down on the clock and rose his head from the bed. The dazed middle aged mistake looked around for a moment before hopping up from his resting place. He pulled up his suit and put on his tie, he combed his hair while sipping down on a fresh cup of coffee left by the one maid that had her eyes on her and he picked up the two Pokeballs that belonged to him. Morgana and Quioxte. He gave both balls a quick look. He should just leave them here. What time was it? He gazed at the clock. Too early for him. He was a night guard, he needed his morning and afternoon sleep. So why did he choose a time like this to wake up. Because he was dumb and wanted to punish himself for it, clearly.
He didn't have time for the usual nihilistic morning hours. He chomped down on a bagel and rushed out of his room in the closed off wing of the palace, rushing trough the hallways. He nodded his head at a few of the maids and manservants that made their way around preparing for whatever was happening that didn't concern Guy. He shoved his now empty cup of coffee into the hands of a random maid and pushed trough the door and into the visitors wing. He chomped down again and quickly swallowed down the final bit of the bagel, coughing against his sleeve for a moment. Maybe this day would go well.
And then he bumped against a guest. Perfect. "Ah--- My apologies, madame."
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Post by Estelle Marquis on Apr 11, 2016 16:53:19 GMT
[googlefont=Bad Script] { } How did her partner feel about her? How did the organization view her at this point? Were Leo, Roxy and Percy content with this entire arrangement? So many questions raced through her mind as she walked the halls. This entire castle seemed unsettling. That anyone from this region could recognize her in any way. She pulled her jacket hood over her head as she continued. She looked even more shady now with her lavender eyes glancing around as she shied away from patrons as they got close to her. Perfect cover? A sigh escaped her lips but her thoughts were halted by the bump from a nearby person. She was jarred a bit as she steadied her stance. She wouldn't be knocked over so easy, though she didn't expect to get knocked over. She peeked out at the male, wondering exactly who he was. His attire was groomed and his hair was fairly short. He had a tie and vest which noted to Estelle that maybe he held a bit of power, possibly a noble that is visiting the castle, or something of the sort. He uttered his apology and Estelle looked to the side, trying to see if she gathered any unwanted attention. "No.. it's fine... my fault."She replied, a bored and distracted tone filling her voice. MADE BY VEL OF GS
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Post by Guy Jacques on Apr 11, 2016 17:27:35 GMT
If there was one classy thing about him, it was the suit. It was his fathers. God, why did everything good about him have to be from his father. Did he just decide he'd leave some good things before going away forever? His hair. His tone. His suit. Next thing he knew his dad was just perfect in every way and just dumped off some of his lesser features with a single mom just for the hell of it. Frustrating and annoying. He should stop having internal crises like this while he was supposed to talk to people, but it was hard to control his thoughts. He took a grip of them and shoved them down low so that he could focus on the person in front of him, even if only just for a moment.
She seemed to be... He couldn't really describe her. While her clothes were rather dark with little color besides the lavender, it felt like there was something off about the woman. Then again, his gut feeling had been screaming with the rock man from before, and that had been proven quite wrong as well. He should stop doubting people. What had happened to that usually polite attitude he tried to keep up? It had melted away recently. Maybe past sins were pushing down heavy again. He could skip town again, but at the same time he had no money for that. He was quite literally stuck.
"I wasn't looking where I was going. It's my fault." To defend the reputation of this palace and it's staff. Nothing more. Her tone didn't solicit the polite response he blurted out.
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Post by Estelle Marquis on Apr 11, 2016 23:44:44 GMT
[googlefont=Bad Script] { } You are a dusk operative now. Act like it. She tried to discipline herself in that way, enforcing the fact that to be with these people, she had to become these people. Her eyes glanced up at the man and she frowned at the words he spoke. If he wanted to keep pressing the subject she wouldn't necessarily stop him. "Fine, it's your fault. Who are you anyway?"The question wasn't just random, it wasn't normal for people to take the blame instead of passing it on to someone else. That was the easy option. That was the instinct as a human being. Even though it is an immoral and unjust instinct, it doesn't mean that they could subconsciously stop. Her hands pulled her hood down, showing her platinum hair that was near to as short as the male in front of her. She missed her long hair. The way she could pull it up. She could barely do anything with it now. MADE BY VEL OF GS
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Post by Guy Jacques on Apr 12, 2016 16:07:02 GMT
Her hair didn't match her. Sure, it looked nice and all that, yadda yadda polite remark about how they looked perfect the way they were blah blah, he didn't think the hair matched at all with how she otherwise looked. It needed to be free, free and more brave. It clashed with her otherwise dark look, but not in a good way. Here he was, being the best fashion critic Kalos could ever muster. He should really consider that change in job, if he ever had the money to change jobs. He had a conffesion to make to himself: He absolutely sucked at staying on topic, especially when the situation called for it. Damn his brains.
"I'm glad you accepted that blame shift quickly enough. Too many people nowadays want to be too damn polite for their own good." He sighed in an almost frustrated manner and quickly fixed his tie, coughing against his sleeve. "Guy Jacques. A pleasure, if it wasn't for that bump... I suppose I should ask for yours as well, in the name of being a gentleman." Why did he sound so bitter. He didn't mean to. It was just one nightmare, no reason to get his britches in a twist over something like that. He almost frowned, but that would've made the situation even worse. So he forced out this clearly half assed and a bit sad smile on his face.
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Post by Estelle Marquis on Apr 12, 2016 20:13:54 GMT
[googlefont=Bad Script] { } His tone made her fidget in nervousness. Why did he have to remind her of him? Why did that have to come up now? She struggled to not look at the man's face to spare her feelings. Spare a breakdown in front of a complete stranger. Her hands wrung together as he continued, introducing himself then asking for her own name. He sounded so similar and acted so similar to Ollie that she just wanted to reply sarcastically. But he wasn't Ollie. "Roxanne Giles."Words that sounded foreign in her mouth. Words she hadn't uttered in near to forever. Words she would need to utter through the duration of her undercover work. Her white teeth bit her darker stained lips as she struggled with that name and then his name. She wanted to scoff at this man's remark. Not all people were too polite for their own good. Some were selfless. He was selfless. "Not really a gentleman when you call people too polite."She prodded, looking at the small pedestal beside of them holding a small golden coin that looked a lot like a meowth's head gem. She reached out for it even though it was normally frowned upon. Because that is what a degenerate would do. She rubbed the front side of it, surprised at the smooth surface with occasional lines perfectly measured and separated. She wasn't going to steal it. Just look. MADE BY VEL OF GS
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Post by Guy Jacques on Apr 12, 2016 20:34:08 GMT
"Roxanne. Nice name." It was average. He had heard of a hundred Roxannes in this world, and she wouldn't be the most important of them. But it had a sort of nice tone to it, that he could admit. He watched the woman with squinted eyes. "Oh no, I've been discovered." His tone was dry and bitter as the coffee he lived. He could use another cup now, something about this woman just made him think of the blackest blend he could enjoy, how bitter it was. Maybe it was his bad day. Or a mix. Maybe she was that bad day of his, in a strange, twisted way. He should stop projecting his worries onto others, and he should go and see a therapist. And get that cup of coffee handled as soon as he could, his shift would start in five hours.
"I'm really not that much of a gentleman." He watched as she moved her grubby hands towards the statue. Nononono you couldn't touch that, what was she, half Unovan---
His hand reached over and smacked her hand away. It was as gentle as he could manage, his eyes stern, but in no way truly angry. "No touching, miss Giles. Now... I wouldn't normally give the time of day about touching the artifacts of the Ancien Rêgime, but it's my duty to guard these items. While my shift has not yet officially started, I'd suggest you avoid the touching of the artifacts. I hope you'll have a pleasant day here otherwise, though." The speech was practiced, lubed and oiled up like a machine on the thursday shift at a factory. He looked down at her with a frown. He wasn't much taller than her.
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Post by Estelle Marquis on Apr 13, 2016 1:48:39 GMT
[googlefont=Bad Script] { } The mocking tone of his response was un-welcomed and sarcastic. He didn't think it was nice. The real truth was more blatant than the nose on his face. This man was all sarcasm and seemed to be having an awful day. By his mannerisms and speech, he wasn't in the mood to deal with any of this. The slap of Estelle's hand affirmed this fact. If she wasn't undercover... For a small woman, Estelle had developed quite a temper as she grew in confidence. She was often calm and collected but in times of great stress and change, she was more liable to just snap. "If you wouldn't give it the time of day, why is me touching it any different?"It was discrimination and profiling, something she knew very well. Something that she had carefully approached but saved many lives with. His eyes were hard as a rock, like Ollie when she would speak with people about taking the litters of pokemon. He was never comfortable with Estelle talking to strangers. Estelle wouldn't prod him farther, afraid she might reveal herself and her intentions in the nearby vicinity. A certain sigh escaped her lips as a soft smile, that almost seemed like a smirk, formed on her face before bucking behind the man and throwing her hand up as a motion to say goodbye. Maybe the palace wasn't a relaxing place. MADE BY VEL OF GS
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Post by Guy Jacques on Apr 13, 2016 11:36:39 GMT
"Because it's my job. If I was anything else but the night guard to this place, I'd let you rub your hands all over that statue." He frowned at the woman. He had just explained why he gave her the time of day over this issue, so why was she asking. Was she trying to annoy him on purpose? She seemed like the kind of woman, now that the two had shared a few more words. His hand went to his belt, as if to check up on Morgana and Quioxte, only to grasp at nothing. His safety net was gone. Not that he'd need it, the woman wasn't some random thug or anything. She wouldn't cause trouble, that he was sure of. Not any major trouble, anyways.
"My apologies if I did hit too hard, though." He folded his arms and watches as the woman slowly began to drift away. He couldn't help the feeling that something was very wrong. Had he hurt her? No, no, she didn't really eep or scream when he smacked her hand away, and unless he was some sort of superman, he could control his power when it came to light smacks. Maybe she was just having a bad day as well. He should apologize to her for hitting her. He had done that already, so he. He should move on. What was this feeling of constant dread and... Was it her? He squinted his eyes very noticeably as he watched the other's back.
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Post by Estelle Marquis on Apr 13, 2016 14:16:08 GMT
[googlefont=Bad Script] { } Her feet didn't want to carry her any further. She had only walked a few small strides away but it felt like daggers were staring her through and that walls were closing in. Was this how it felt to be negatively judged? Shaky hands moved up from her waist for her eyes to look at. He hadn't hit her hard but somehow she was shaking?? She didn't completely understand this. She was on the other end of the justice system, did that make her nervous? She could feel him staring at her. Why did his gaze feel so unwelcomed? Why did it make her feel uneasy? If she could just forget about him that would be much better in the long run. She felt like a black widow right now, drowning her sorrows in undercover illegal work. "Why do you keep staring?"Her voice wavered at this point as she spoke back to the man still behind her, not turning to face him. She was nervous and uneasy, and this man wasn't helping to aid in her comforts. MADE BY VEL OF GS
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Post by Guy Jacques on Apr 14, 2016 11:44:11 GMT
She sounded scared. Not in the way a little child would be scared of an adult that was scolding them, she wasn't a bawling mess or anything of the sort. She sounded scared like an adult would. Uneasy and wavering, considering the different possibilities. Adult fear was an even bigger fear than a child's fear. He knew it very well. When he was 10 he was just afraid that he'd fail a test and that he'd get a bit scolded, but nothing more. It was a carefree life. Now as an adult he was much more afraid. Of breaking the law, the rule... Of her. She still haunted him after moving away countless times, each time she started to appear in the corners and faces of others. Was he afraid of the other because he was afraid of... Mother.
"Because I'm afraid you'll cause some problems for the security of this place." He was blunt and to the point. There was no need to try and hide behind a small cloud of gentlemanly behavior anymore, they both knew they were grumpy and wanting to avoid this talk. "My apologies if you consider that an insulting prospect, but... Something about you. Feels off. I could be wrong. I probably am wrong, and I'm sure you'll be exiting trough the main entrance by 8 PM when the visitor times are officially over, and that I won't even see you again. But there's something." He squints his eyes. Why did his voice sound so calm when he was burning up inside with a mix of primordial fear and hatred.
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Post by Estelle Marquis on Apr 14, 2016 14:04:59 GMT
[googlefont=Bad Script] { } Something about her felt off? I guess that was her entire goal anyway. It was weird being the one who people were suspicious of. It made her uneasy. He didn't exactly put off the greatest vibe for her either. Definitely not the fact that he seemed so similar to Ollie. With shaking hands, Estelle glanced over her shoulder at the man before completely turning around. What was it about this man that reminded her of him? Memories that she didn't want to remember. Fun and lonely memories all mixed together in her mind along with his face. "I get the same feeling from you. You remind me of someone from my past."Her hand reached for her holocaster, glancing at the time. 6:30 She had enough time to talk to this man. Maybe she would face this and be able to visit here without the fact of his presence making her so uneasy. MADE BY VEL OF GS
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Post by Guy Jacques on Apr 15, 2016 14:08:38 GMT
She turned. Perhaps she wasn't in such a hurry as he originally thought. But at the same time, he felt as if she was just gathering material to use to report him to the owner of the ancient palace. He wouldn't be fired even if he was reported, though. He had been here for too long, and no-one wanted the post of night guard anyways. The last night guard had to stay at the job for one more year because they couldn't find a successor. He was a good hearted fool, so he stayed. And so was Guy. So he'd stay until he either died on the job or was too old to even complain. Probably the latter, he'd become a senile fool in just twenty years. The thought scared him a tiny bit, but he shook the fears off of his mind so that he could focus on talking to the woman.
"And you remind me of someone from my past as well. We both make each other equally as uncomfortable." He folded his arms and watched her from head to toe for a moment before shaking his head in frustration and anger. And just a tiny bit of fear mixed in on this latte of emotions. But none of that showed on his face. It was cold and calculating, emotionless. He had mastered the art of looking like he didn't care when he in fact did. It was the easiest way to survive in life. A small, small sigh. "Perhaps we should go opposite ways if we make each other so nervous:"
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Post by Estelle Marquis on Apr 15, 2016 22:16:39 GMT
[googlefont=Bad Script] { } "We should."Her voice was cold and stark almost like the way her heart felt when her eyes set on him and she remembered her past. She wasn't going to subject herself to this insipid nonsense. She didn't need to stay here and be held captive by her emotions and memories. They had hurt her enough. Her heel turned yet again and she faced away from the man she had been acquainted with. While it wasn't a really positive acquaintanceship, they would know one another. It wasn't many people that she forgot that reminded her of her past and all her memories; mistakes included. She would move on. With her reminder came a few guaranteed nightmares the nights to follow. But she would stand on her own two feet and move. She would work and achieve something great and not allow the world to get the better of her. She would. MADE BY VEL OF GS
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