laytondressing | Campaigning the lazy way...

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Campaigning the lazy way...

[Descole is sitting on a couch in the lobby. He's not looking like himself at all. He's not wearing his usual suit, he's wearing black slacks and a slightly ruffled tight fitting white shirt, no muffler. His hair is wet, like he'd just gotten out of the shower, and he's not wearing a hat to cover half his face. Just his mask. Mask always stays on.]

[Sitting cross-legged, staring at the piano across the way, he wonders how he's going to pull off a campaign and how much he misses Raymond. He also wonders if he should wander over there and play music, but in fear of bothering people, he decides not too. While not feeling very evil, or much like building anything lately, he's decided, he's pretty neutral. Until some one pisses him off, but that hasn't happened yet.]

[Surely, he knows he's not acting like himself, and being lonely is kind of terrible. Being in a sound mental state, he wouldn't mind being bothered. Also he knows if he's going to campaign he needs to make friends. That's new...]

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Out of the shower chic?

[He laughs and shakes his head.]

But honestly, in here I'm a different person. I'm not the same Jean Descole as everyone thinks, but neither is my double, the girl one, I think this place does something to you...

Why not? I think it seems more honest. Like you're just being yourself, not putting on an image. If that makes sense.

Yeah. I think I know what you mean. I've been... happier since I got here. Although I guess it's debatable whether that's just because I have Hershel and I'm not in prison now...

Then Out-Of-The-Shower Chic it is.

[He lets out another laugh.]

But yes, ugh, prison. I'm sorry about that. I feel so much better here. I don't have the pressures of where I was, and I don't feel like holding a grudge has any point. I've made friends, and my roommate from home is here, and it feels good.

Besides where I was was horrible...

Ehh, why apologise? It's not like it's your fault I was in prison. That blame falls squarely on my own shoulders.

[Clive snorts.]

At least you probably haven't totally messed up someone else's timeline like I have, right? I don't know if you've met the... younger Layton, the one who's my age, but... well.

No I'm just saying that prisons not good. I pity you for that. I escaped before that happened to me.

[He laughs back and covers his mouth.]

Oh my god, I messed with young Hershel! I convinced him we were lovers! I've also done that with Don Paolo, maybe I am more malicious then I'm thinking.

Really? Well, convincing him it would be true is a little different to actually making it happen though, right?

[Clive isn't smug at all. Well. Maybe a little. Getting Fessah is one of his top achievements in his mind, and unlike some of the others it's even legal.]

And Don Paolo, really? Please tell me you had a good reason for that.

Well there you go. I suppose you're right. Unlike some, I have no aspiration to be "with" him. I just like messing with people.

[Besides that went south the last time. High school...]

And yes, he didn't believe me, I scared him away, I was trying to get him away from my female double who he loves dearly. She hates him. It may or may not have worked. I have no shame.

Oh, I know that feeling. And I can't blame you for wanting to mess with Hershel, he's cute when he's flustered.

[Clive arches an eyebrow.]

God, what did your double do to deserve that?

Oh he is. I have to say, there's a soft spot in my heart for that man. We were friends when we were young.

[He laughs to Clive's expression.]

Believe it or not, she got drunk and slept with him! I know when I heard that, I thought, "Uh, are you sure you're me, 'cause I would NOT do that" but she did. Poor girl.

I would have loved to be the same age as him, I think. I mean, Hershel's only a little older than me, but I think it would have been nice to actually grow up with him. Although I guess I'd probably have been completely different in that case and it's a little... overwhelming to imagine, you know?

[He can't help snorting after that, though.]

What was your double drinking to get drunk enough for that? Paint stripper?

I know what you mean. Especially because you've got a thing with him. Or you want to have a thing with him. What's that story again? I'm not going to judge you, I don't care.

[He nods with a smile.]

Yup, she got very wasted. Out of her mind. She was striving for attention from both of our amazing problems, and she ended up sleeping with him.

Even wasted, I don't know if I would...would I? I don't know I've been through some dark points...

Got a thing with him.

[He pulls a face.]

I'm not sure that even if I actually drank paint stripper like I said, I'd be able to sleep with him. Even if I didn't have Hershel.

I just... no offence to your double, but was she drunk enough that she couldn't see?

Cute. Well, I hope you guys are happy, even if you're screwing with timelines.

[He laughs at his question.]

Well, she has one eye so her peripheral vision probably isn't the best, and you know how tinted ones eyes get when drunk. I've slept with some real characters drunk. I'd wake up and half to punish myself when I'd see who I was in bed with.

Perhaps it's a Descole thing.

Well, if I ever needed a reason not to drink, I think that about covers it. Although I've never really cared for alcohol much, anyway.

[Clive grins.]

Evidently that's probably for the best.

Ugh, don't ever take it up as a habit. Ever. Please. It's so self-destructive and horrible.

[He laughs and shakes his head.]

Sorry I'm preaching again. I was doing this to a Luke I met too. The one I called Clive coincidentally.

[He chuckles a little bit.]

I don't think it's a habit I could ever develop without forcing myself, really, and I've got no inclination to do that. I mean, maybe if I felt bad enough, but... I'm happy here.

Good. Very good. I would feel bad if you ended up a drunk. Seriously.

[He snickers at this and pats his shoulder affectionately.]

That's good you're happy. I suppose I am too. Which is kind of new.

It's... kind of new for me too, truth be told. I mean, it's... I don't know, it's like the first time that I've felt happy without having to think about my plans or anything.

[He cocks his head to the side and then nods.]

Yeah. I know how that feels. Me too.

It really is kind of nice though, having friends I don't hate, having my roommate, not having to deal with my crazy family, now all I need his butler and I'm set. Not even to wait on me, just to have. He's one of those friends I don't hate.

[Clive nods too, resting his chin on one hand.]

Yeah, I get that. For me... well, I'm not in prison, which has to be a bonus. This place gave me Hershel, too, and... my mother's alive here.

[Descole nods and gives a little snicker at Clive.]

This is going to sound sort of...adolescent, but I kind of wish my mother was here. As apart of my own crazy family, she isn't so much...my brother, sister and two stepfathers...that's a different story.

[He pauses realizing that's the second time he'd blabbed about his personal life. Why was he so comfortable here, to people he wouldn't normally be?]

Bet you didn't know I had a normal life somewhere behind a mask, huh?

I don't think it's so bad. I can certainly understand wanting your mother here.

[Clive shrugs.]

I didn't know what your personal life was, but I never presumed that you were nothing but your clashes with Layton.

I think most would would presume that, wouldn't you? I'm a man in a mask. You don't even know my real name, what color my eyes are, my ethnicity. You don't even know if this is my real hair color. Anything.

[He shakes his head.]

If I wasn't so scared, I'd be so sick of hiding I'd tell someone...but I can't. It's quite upsetting really.

Sorry, I don't mean to bore you with all this personal nonsense about me. We can talk about something else.

I don't know, really. It's not like I know who you are but there was always the assumption that you were someone outside of this, I think? If that makes sense.

And, no, it's fine. I don't mind it at all, honestly. You can talk to your double though, right? Since... well, I assume she's in the same kind of position?

I suppose, but she's got a completely similar buy different story. She doesn't have or remember her family, mine is a close knit french family who want to know everything you're doing, and ask you to food and wine every weekend. You know what I mean?

I dunno, I'm mumbling. Speaking of wine, that sounds pretty good right now...I don't that much fattening and bloating substance...

So tell me something about you, so I don't feel like we're talking all about me, eh?

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