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L'affair de la Coeur
A Private Roleplay for JessiFlake & Bowie. Title by JessiFlakes. |
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Hey, I'm Cain. * I'm 5'10", 226LBS. I, as you can see, have the messy blonde emo-hair goin' on, average height and weight, you can't particularly tell most the time, but my eyes are hazel. * Typically, I'm rockin' the t-shirt and jeans, sometimes a tank and shorts, but not always. I dress like an American, because I like they way it looks. * I have a tattoo on my upper left arm, just a thorn vine arm-band type of thing. `I have a passion for fishing, and work on a boat in the town outside Marsailles, but I also have a passion for the Lord and volunteer at the church whenever I can. `I admit, I'm a bit messy when it comes to my bedroom, but the rest of my 2 by 2 house is perfectly neat; I'm a bit of a neat freak. ((Can you say OCD? )) I can also be a bit stubborn when need be- actually, I am more often than not... `I'm also possessive; when something is mine, I want it to stay that way. `I get stressed about things easily and tend to make a big deal out of nothing. ~ I have this reoccuring dream: I'm quite young and in the middle of absolute chaos; people running and screaming, being thrown to the ground and bitten by vampires, but one of them saved me. And then, everything goes white and I wake up. But seriously, who believes in vampires? ~ About the age I am in the dream, I was abandoned in church, where they set me up. ~ I grew up in Marsailles, working here and there until I discovered fishing. Now, I could work on that boat all day, if I had the time. ~ Relationships tend to avoid me, mostly the romantic variety; not for lack of persistance, mind you. Anything else you wanna know? I can't play 20 Questions all day; you're going to have to stick around and find out for yourself. ;D |
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It was the kind of day he hated most, he thought as he walked, hands in his pockets, face up toward the sky. 'So, so boring...' It was his day off from the Boat, so usually he volunteered at the church doing odd jobs or being an alter boy at mass- whatever he could find to help out Father Thomas. Today, however, even the church didn't need him, "There's nothing to be done. Go home, have a day to yourself for once." Father Thomas had smiled at him, encouraging him to spend the time the way he wanted to as opposed to working for someone.
That was part of the problem though: If he wasn't working, he didn't know what to do with himself. Lately, at any rate. He had to find ways to keep himself busy or he'd go insane. Cain sighed as he shook his head to the side once, causing his long blonde bangs to flop to the side of his face and out of his hazel eyes, which were duller than usual. He looked down at where he was. People bustling about the shops and road, busy buying food for the biggest meal of the day: Dejuner, Lunch. Soon, all the kids would be out of school for lunch, going home for the huge production of a meal, and then heading back to school for more learning. Cain wished breifly he was still in school: That way he'd have something to do. He stopped at the corner or the street near Le Boucherie, and decided he should probably buy food for his own lunch. Instead, he walked on without direction. |
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As Cain walked, he zoned out, day dreaming while looking at all the people bustling about. He was smiling at them, but not many of them seemed to notice as they rushed past. Some walked around him from behing him, his slowed pace becoming an obstruction on their path to home, too their meals and families.
Cain didn't have a family, nor did he have many friends- especially not ones without families; families which he would not impose on for a meal, despite the fact they would love to have them. One in particular, Marie's mother, loved having Cain over so she could attempt to torture him with all the lovely material pleasures she had; Cain was never tortured, just acted impressed when she showed him the new however-many-euros-it-costed-that-he-could-never-afford-item. Last time, it was a couture jacket Cain had wanted, but hadn't the money. He was a bit sore she had bought it for her son- who destroyed it in two day's time- but he didn't show it. He wouldn't give her the pleasure. Marie wasn't like her mother, and he thanks the Lord every day for that. As Cain thought and walked, he felt a pain in his stomach telling him, 'time to eat', but was not particularly swayed. Then, he felt a hand on his shoulder bring him back to reality as the owner of the hand spoke. "Ah, salut.." Cain said, then realized the stranger was speaking English, a language Cain has known long ago, but hadn't spoken it often since; and yet, it clicked immediately, switching from French to English, "I mean, hi..." He looked the stranger over and felt an odd sense of familiarity for a fleeting moment. "Uhm... sure, why not? If you have no other plans, I'm up for it." Cain didn't usually get asked to lunch by strangers, probably because there were never many in this part of town. Everyone knew everyone some way or another, or had at least seen them on several occasions. A stranger was a thrilling thing in this place. Also, in this place, people were trusting, even Cain... especially Cain. |
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Cain looked the man's face over- partially trying to figure out what country he could actually be from, and part trying to figure out why he had seemed so familiar a moment ago. The man seemed to give off an energy, a type of vibe, but it seemed different from most people, and Cain could not place it. He tried not to think too much about it to pay attention as the stranger spoke.
"Well," Cain said, "I cannot really let you pay for it all by your self, I will chip in of course." Cain listened to his voice, comparing it subconsciously to the stranger's. In all his years here, he never noticed he had actually picked up an accent. "As for where to go..." Cain thought, looking around, "There is a little resturaunt a little ways up this way," he pointed towards the North, "Unless... You did not mean going to your place, did you?" Cain was trusting, but not that trusting. He was already thinking of polite ways to decline the invitation if that happened to be the case. At the same time however, Cain was not completely sure he could decline. Not only was there something about this stranger's smooth voice, or his appearence, but there was the familiarity of the man that made him seem like less of a strangeer than he should seem. Cain wondered if he'd met him before, but thought it impossible. He'd never seen him on the street, or one of the boats... Not at church either, so how could he possibly know him? He shrugged it off and looked around, then back at the stranger for a response. |
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Cain smiled a bit, "You are obviously not from around here, and we can argue about who pays and who does not later." He nodded as to say 'follow me' and began walking toward one of the few places that would be left open now. As he walked, he explained, "Lunch is the biggest meal of the day here, in France, and when family and sometimes friends without family have bonding time at home. Just about everything closes for lunch, and in this town, it is not unusual for tourists to be invited to others' homes, or in this case it could have been vice-versa. Though, it might have been a bit... how do you say... Creepy?" he said, smiling.
From the small side street they had been on, they walked onto a slightly larger road, and into the middle of it, since the sidewalks and gutters were flooded with people on their way home still. 'One good thing about living in France- not many cars.' Halfway down the road, there was a small resturaunt with tables outside, "Does this seem suitable?" He asked, "Oh, and you wouldn't happen to speak French, would you? I am not so sure they speak English so well here..." |
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Cain listened to the stranger as he talked- 'Oh, wait,' he realized, 'he is still a stranger! And so am I! I have not even introduced myself!' he mentally smacked himself forgetting basic manners- it wasn't something he usually did, then decided he would properly introduce himself after the current conversation died down a bit, or possibly add it in where it fit in convenient. Then Cain realized, for the first time in a long time, he was thinking in English.
Cain continued listening to the stranger's questions, especially the part where 'love at first sight' came in. Thoughts raced with that phrase 'Does he think I am gay? Do I honestly come off as that type of person?! Nothing wrong with being gay, I -I am just not!' but these thoughts were immediately silenced when the stranger added about how this was a 'newbie' asking a strange local person out for a meal. Maybe Cain came off as the poor type who needed a bit of charity- not that it would be untrue, but Cain didn't want charity. He prefered to give it rather than accept it. Either way, he had company for now, and that instilled a bit of a giddy feeling in him. "Well," he said, beginning to answer the questions now that his thoughts were finished, "it is a lovely tradition if one has family or friends to dine with, otherwise, it is a bit tiresome being so lonely. I believe in chance meetings, and love at first sight is also possible... but as you said, this is one of the instances of two strangers, who seemingly have no one else, joining up for a meal." he smiled, "I suppose this could be a sort of chance meeting, in a way. Two seemingly kind, lonely men with nothing else to do conveiniently meeting up to have a meal. Would you not agree?" Cain smiled a bit wider as he realized his company liked his choice of dining, and at the man's ability to speak French, "Bon, tres bon. (Good, very good)" he replied, "Ton accent est incroyable aussi (your accent is incredible also). Allez-y-vien. (Let's go)" He said as he opened the door open, "also, if you would prefer to speak in English, I could use the practice. It's been awhile since I've had to do more than give directions to tourists." he realized this was a good moment to introduce himself, "By the way, we haven't been properly introduced. My name is Cain, and you are?" |
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"I am aware of that. I do not usually eat at home, but I do typically eat alone. This is the first time anyone has cared to join me for reasons of company, actually." He smiled. It was sad, but true- well, mostly true. Cain never ate with anyone, but he wasn't always alone... Sometimes he was joined by others when there was no where else to sit, or if they had no one else, but he never interacted with them. ...Except on the occasions he was at someone's house, or invited to Marie's house, but then her mother stole Cain to show him what he couldn't have.
Cain was intrigued by his comments, and moreso by his question, "Well, sir, I do not know you, and you certainly do not know me. For all you know, I could be a mass murdering psychopath who gets off bathing in other people's blood." He flashed a devilish smile. That was actually a thought that appealed to him when he'd read about The Blood Countess Elizabeth of Hungary, who killed virgins for their blood; to bathe in it, drink it, lotion herself with it, b ut the thought shamed Cain when he remembered he was a good Catholic boy now. Not a silly little child with twisted and bizzare ideas, which, for a long while when he was very young, he used to have. A waiter asked them where the gentleman would like to sit, and it seemed they had their choice, "Dans le resturaunt, s'il vous plait (In the resturaunt, please)" Cain had never particularly liked eating in the sun- he loved the sun, especially out on the boat, but eating in it was not something he particularly enjoyed... Then he had a realization and turned to his companion, "Oh, my aplogies. Did you have a preference?" Cain smiled, "Thank you, I imagine my English could use a bit of work after so long." He smiled as the stranger finally revealed his name, "Kesed, I like that. It is a pleasure to formally meet you." he smiled again, "That is an interesting name, was it your given name?" |
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Cain smiled as Kesed laughed, and chuckled a bit himself at the comment, "True, it would be quite the waste..." he thought, "Do not get me wrong, I would not actually bathe in blood, but if I had a bath full of blood, I am sure I could find something more appropriate to do with it. Like feed vampire bats, or something." He said, looking down. 'I am rambling about a bath full of blood. Oh, dear God. He is going to think I AM a psycho.' He tried to get the conversation away from the idea of him and a bath of blood, "You said I wouldn't be the first to do it... Were you speaking of The Blood Countess of Hungary, by any chance?" Not many people Cain knew actually knew about her, so the idea of someone who did without Cain having to explain it was interesting. Though, sometimes Cain did like to explain it. He thought this odd of himself: Talking about people who thought they were vampires. Silly people at that.
As they sat, Cain thanked him, "I am not sure which is which, but I knew either French before English, or English before French, and spoke a few words of the other. I think my parents were trying to teach me, but I do not remember much of them..." He said. Sometimes, Cain wondered why he couldn't remember too much of his parents. He was three when they died; twenty years ago, but surely he should remember more than he did. Cain wondered if the memories were there, just hidden. Cain realized he had trailed off and added quickly, "They died when I was a kid." He listened to Kesed, and Cain got the feeling he was treading in places that he shouldn't be. "Sorry if I am asking too many questions. Like I said, I like your name, and I have never heard it before. I was wondering if it meant something, or if it was made up by your parents, or even by you. Like, if you changed your name or something." He looked a Kesed and smiled. Kesed's questions brought him back from rambling though, "Well, I guess it is kind of special... You see, when my parents died, I ended up being left in a church by someone, someone who took care of me for awhile, but did not want me- At least, that is what I was told, that they took care of me but did not want me, so they left me at the church. They left me with a name, but the nuns would not let me keep it. When I asked why, they said because the person was not a good person. Which, did not make any sense to me. They started calling me Joseph instead, but it did not feel right. I felt like it would make the one who left me there mad they changed my name, and even though they were gone, I did not want to make them mad at me. So, I refused to answer to Joseph or anything else they called me. And then, I do not remember how, but they made me angry, so I ran off. On the way, I tripped and fell on a baby bird and killed it. I felt so bad, I still do, the poor thing. I brought it to one of the nuns and she thought I did it on purpose to get back at her. She said God would punish me like he punished Cain..." He was looking at the table the whole time, partially in a trance, vividly remembering every detail he could as it all flashed in his mind, "That is when I said I would be called Cain, so God could punish me for what I had done." He looked up a moment, and then laughed a little, nervously, "It is a little dramatic, considering I was only three years old and said I would take the name of the first murderer so God could punish me. They let me keep that name though, one of the nuns said it was fitting for me. Father Thomas disagreed, and wanted me to use a different name, but I said I would not, that I deserved it. Sorry, I am rambling... You really did not need to know the whole story, did you?" |
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"There is a fair amount of bats, but I am pretty sure they are not vampire bats around here. Most likely fruit bats. I like vampire bats though." He smiled. He heard Kesed's reply and got a bit excited for a moment, and it showed in voice as interest coated it, "You know of more?" Then he realized there was disgust in Kesed's voice when he replied about the blood countess, "Oh... You must think I am quite strange, do you not? Talking about blood and baths of it, and vampire bats and psycho-killers..." He looked down. He was being a weirdo. He knew it. HE just couldn't stop himself. First new person he runs into in months and the guy wants to have lunch with him. So what does Cain do? He acts like a psycho, 'Way to go Cain;way to be, man.' he told himself mentally.
Cain shrugged, "It was twenty years ago, I was only three. Whatever pain I felt then is gone now. I do not even remember them, well, not much anyway..." His voice trailed, you could almost hear the pain he was trying to hide. Unless you've felt pain like that, you couldn't pick up on it; Cain had found that out the hard way. 'Live and learn,' he thought. Sighing mentally, he brushed it off. He would think about it later, when it plauged him in the night. He could hold it in till then, he always did. Cain smiled at the fact Kesed was opening up a little. He nodded and replied, "Ah, I can see why you'd say it is complicated. Because you have blue eyes, when according to genetics you should have brown, and you have pale skin where it should be darker." He smiled, "Not so complicated, is it? Unless... that was not what you were reffering to...?" He blinked a few times, and possibly blushed a bit, realizing he might have made a very big mistake. "You are enjoying it?" Cain asked, with a bit of a laugh in his voice. He hadn't told many people the story of how he got his name... Actually, Kesed was the first to ever actually ask even. Cain considered the story overdramatic, or odd, or.. well, anything but interesting. Certainly not enjoyable; enjoyable was a new one. It amused Cain to add this new adjective to the lot of them about it. He wasn't offended, just amused. |
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"I do not know. I think it is interesting the way they feed... Plus, they are kind of cute." he laughed a little. He didn't know why he thought so, but he did, and that was all it was. "Serial killers? They did not bathe in blood, I do not think." He said, blinking a few times. Cain knew a little about serial killers, but he did not think any of them thought themselves vampire-like, or even seem vampire-like to anyone... "Ah... perhaps you are right. We would both be strange in that case, I suppose." He laughed a little, then smiled, "Well, at least we can be strange together, no?" Maybe that was pushing the friendship thing a bit. Cain wasn't really trying to, it just sort of slipped out. He hoped Kesed didn't think he was being to outward, especially since Kesed just seemed to be opening up to Cain.
Cain was relieved he had not made a mistake, not about the complications, anyway, but that was abruptly interrupted by the face Kesed made, which made Cain laugh a little bit on the loud side. That in turn earned him a few stares from the gentlemen at the bar. The laugh was mostly at the obviously over-exaggerated face, but also partially at the disbelieving reactions others had given Kesed. People just didn't have open minds any more. 'How sad,' Cain thought at that. "Oh, well, between your mother's skin condition and your father's genes, you are damned to lack of sunlight my friend. It could have been worse though, you could have been Irish. Then you would have to lock yourself in a dungeon for your entire life, because the smallest amount of sunlight would turn you to ash. Kind of like a vampire." Cain chuckled a little, "But I do not think it is complicated... Is that what gives you hope for humanity, my ability to understand genetics a small amount?" Cain answered him, "No, I have not gotten a response like that before. I have not told many people actually. And I caught what you said before you tried to change the subject." he smiled, "You know Father Thomas; so, this is not your first time in France? You have misled me, monsieur." The waiter came up to the table then, "Qu'est-ce que vous prennez, monsieurs? (What will you have, gentlemen?)" Cain looked up at the waiter, "Euhh, je voudrais une cafe au lait, s'il vous plait, monsiuer. (Uhm... I would like a coffee with milk, please, sir.)" The waiter nodded and asked, "Et pour l'entree et plat principale? (And for the appetizer and main course?)" Cain thought a moment, "Juste le poisson avec le pomme de terre et harricot verts, s'il vous plait. (Just the chickn with potaotes and green beans, please.)" Cain then looked to Kesed, "What would you like, Kesed?" |
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Cain smiled, amused by the way he was speaking of Jack the Ripper as if they were room mates in college... Then it got to the part about what he did this his victims, "S-sex?! In the blood?!" Cain stuttered shocked, but somehow quietly, and then continued without thinking about saying it, "I mean, my ex-girlfriend wanted to do that, but I never thought anyone actually d-did it!" He thought he might be sick, the tossing in his stomach, the feeling of the color draining his face. He took a breath, because remembering to breathe is always good, then tried to save it, "Well, talk about a waste of blood..." he said, mentally willing his stomach to calm down.
Then came Kesed's comment about being strange together, "Would you rather be normal? Because if you would rather be normal, I am afraid you would have to find someone else." He smiled a bit. 'Play it cool, Cain, just play it cool. No reason to get freaked out just yet. He has not left yet at any rate... He continued, "You see, I have accepted my own strangeness, and I will not deny myself the social awkwardness of being my own, strange self." Cain sighed, but half smiled, "That is because too many people are not capable of thinking. No one has a mind of their own anymore. And very few have open minds." Kesed's lack of appetite took Cain by surprise; they were here for food, but Kesed wasn't going to eat? The thought- well, suspiscion was interrupted by Kesed continuing what he was saying, and that was something Cain wanted to hear. Somehow... Kesed's explanation did not ease the suspiscion, but it rather fueled it. Some thing was off, but Cain couldn't just yet tell what was up. Instead, he played it off like he completely bought the story. He laughed, "Or the priests' collar, but who really pays attention to that when they're trying to get directions, right?" He smiled, then decided to drop the subject. Whatever it was Kesed was hiding, he was trying very hard to hide it. It was throwing his energy off, and Cain was picking up on it without thinking about it. He tried to think of something to divert the conversation to, so Kesed would feel better, but he was having troubling finding a subject that was general enough to cover everyone, and could relate to the both of them. He came up with nothing, so he looked around instead. Two of the gentlemen at the bar, the same two that gave him the looks before, were staring at him still. He looked down and cleared his throat, and faced down at the table, as he watched the guys watching him out the corner of his eye. |
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