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[Unlike most would assume, Descole is actually not a greedy person. There are not a lot of material things he wants, well, there are things he wouldn't mind having, but actually making that happen his not on his list of needs. There are not tangible things he would want and he had already spent one wish, wishing away his physical scars. The other two wishes had no been spent. He realizes it's the end of the month, and he doesn't care. There's nothing he really wants.

The one man in his way of everything is not around and if he is around, he knows he's surrounded by some who would help keep him safe.

Heh, safe. He never thought he would rely on others for safety. It's not too bad, he feels. A little degrading, but not so bad if no one knows he's using everyone else.

And with his scars gone, the ones on his hips, and his arms, and his legs, it's almost as if it never happened. He was never anyone's pet, anyone's...punching bag. And he was okay with that.

So he sits in the lobby, upside down on the from a rafter on the ceiling, without his hat, just clad in a mask and suit and enjoys the view from being high up and upside down. And it feels rather relaxing on his tense muscles, he debates on wishing to keep them warm. But decides not too in his good mood.

He smiles a bit at himself.]

I have had too much coffee this afternoon...

contraltoflute

[Someone's used all her wishes already.

It was worth it, though, and Obsession is evidence of that.

For the moment, she's resting (or something like it, anyway) in the lobby. Not asleep, but she's curled on one of the couches, just watching anyone that goes past. Now and then, though, she yawns, and when she does it bares several rows of sharp teeth as well as a long, thin tongue that coils around in midair before flicking back into her mouth.

...someone used her wishes interestingly.]

sinisterballet.livejournal.com

[Descole's been plagued with the sins and virtues. He's finally discovered the two he has are Lust and Diligence. One sin and one virtue. Together, they make a dangerous pair.]

[So basically, Descole's a whore.]

[Why such a whore, Jean?]

((OOC: Oh man, I've had too much coffee. I'm SOOOOO bored still...))

contraltoflute

[Descole is... actually looking relatively cheerful, for once. Or, at least, she's out in the main body of the DR and doesn't look like she wants to die from sheer hatred of humanity in general.

On the other hand, considering that she's in the DR's bar, that's probably because she's drunk. In fact, it's almost certainly because she's drunk, particularly given the array of empty glasses sitting on the bar in front of her. She'd actually welcome someone to drink with, although what she could probably do with is someone to drag her back to her room and make her go to sleep.]

contraltoflute

[Descole is the closest that Monocle's Clive has to an actual friend, and that means that it's fallen to her to get him out of the room for a while. So she's sat on one of the couches in the lobby with his head in her lap, staring off into space. She's letting him doze but anyone's welcome to come talk to her. There's not much else she can do while Clive's sleeping there, anyway.]

sinisterballet.livejournal.com

[Descole is sitting contently as a large tarantula spider crawls up and down his shoulders. He doesn't know why or where this thing came from, but it's quite a friendly little guy. Or girl. He's not sure. The large spider had been leaving a trail of webs around him, and he hadn't even notices the words it had been making until now when he looked down at the webs on his jacket.]

Hm..."fear"...what's that supposed to mean? Has this place given you to me for some reason? Well if your going to spin words, I'm going to call you Charlotte.

Are you okay with that Charlotte?

...I'm talking to a bug...is anyone else having this problem?

contraltoflute

[Descole isn't exactly holding up well since the election results. Given her tendency to mix Monocle up with her own Layton in her head if she's not thinking about it clearly - which she rarely is - and the fact that she knows Monocle knows where her rooms are, she's basically spent most of the week so far wandering around in the rafters, catching naps in odd places. Cupboards, mostly.

She fell out of the rafters earlier today, though, so now she's just wandering the corridors aimlessly, limping a little. If she had her way, she wouldn't run into anyone on her wanderings, given that that's largely the point of her moving around the whole time, but this is the Dressing Room and nobody really gets their way around here.]

contraltoflute

[It's pretty much just Descole's luck that she gets ill at a time when she isn't capable of lying and passing it off as not as bad as it seems. She's tried to sleep it off in her room, but she'd just ended up having nightmares that were more vivid than the usual ones. She's unsettled enough now that she's resorted to emerging to try to doze in the lobby instead; she knows she won't be able to actually sleep out in the open like this, but she figures that that way she might be able to get a little rest without worrying about the nightmares.

Feel free to prod her, though, because between how pale she is ~~even by Descole standards~~ and the shaking, she kind of looks like she could potentially do with a bucket if nothing else.]

sinisterballet.livejournal.com

[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...]

contraltoflute

[After her... less-than-pleasant encounter with Don, Descole has retreated to a sofa in the corner of the lobby to smoke her way through the rest of her current pack of cigarettes and reflect on how much she hates everyone and everything right now. Everything is complicated, people are complicated, and she really wishes she could just go to her room and never have to bother with coming out. If only this place would let her.

Feel free to interrupt her moping, though, if you can stand the smoke.]

sinisterballet.livejournal.com

[Descole looks around the Lobby full of people, as he's thinking. He's decided to pose a question, calling out, loud and out of nowhere.]

Does anyone think maybe we're dead? I mean, has anyone tried to walk out of this place? I have. You end up right back into the Lobby. Wouldn't you think this is what limbo is like? And was anyone in a good place when they got brought here? I know I wasn't. Doesn't it kind of make sense?

Some one agree with me, so I feel like I'm not thinking too hard.

[ooc: I dunno what I'm doing. Making Descole go a little crazy. Go argue with him.]

contraltoflute

[Descole is curled up on a sofa in the lobby at the moment, staring across at the door labelled "Descole (Female)". She'd looked in long enough that she thinks she knows what it is, but... she doesn't particularly want to actually head on through.

With all the other doors around she's rather hoping that if they have to leave, she'll be able to go somewhere other than her own world. She hadn't wanted to try without asking the owner of another door, though, so at the moment she's not certain whether she'd even be able to enter one of the others.]

...ugh.

contraltoflute

[Monocle isn't the only one less than pleased with his lot in the bodyswap plot. Descole, having woken up as Don Paolo of all people, has now resorted to laying on a sofa in the lobby, staring up at the ceiling and smoking her way through a pack of cigarettes.

She's aware that Don Paolo's body doesn't actually crave them (or, at least, it didn't prior to Descole getting into it), but she does, and it's calming, even if she did have to suffer through the choking on them again at first. She needs to be calm right now. She doesn't particularly trust the idea of Don Paolo with her body, if she's honest.]

sinisterballet.livejournal.com

[Descole doesn't trust himself. He is classified a villain and knows it well. But he is not a sociopath. He has feelings like most human beings and he can't help but feel trapped in such a place. So he walks out to the lobby, where he finds a lot of people generally hang out, and he crosses his arms in front of the room.]

Alright! I am DYING of boredom and I miss my servants! Some one come entertain me, before I kill something!

[So it wasn't very delicate, but at least he got his point across.]

contraltoflute

[Drinking alone has started to pass from just "depressing" into "unhealthy", so Descole's enforced a ban on herself and the mini-fridge has obliged by removing all of the alcohol. Of course, after making the decision she promptly changed her mind, and now she doesn't have anything to drink despite wanting one.

So she's trying to take her mind off things by cleaning, instead, and she's found a room with just enough minuscule bits of dirt to occupy her. It's kind of pointless, given that the place cleans itself perfectly well without any input, but it's something that she can do without dropping her guard too much, and that makes it top of a very small list of things that can pass as leisure activities for her at this point. Anyone passing by is welcome to interrupt her - talking is probably a healthier pastime than trying to scrub holes in the floor, anyway.]

contraltoflute

[...and Descole, typically, has ended up caught under it. Since she can't step out from under it, she's resorted to just sitting down in the middle of the floor, leaning against thin air. If it works, why not? She might as well take advantage of it the best she can, she reasons. She's not exactly happy about what she suspects this is going to entail - she knows mistletoe when she sees it - so she's trying to calm herself down about the whole thing along with waiting for someone to come along to help her out.]

sinisterballet.livejournal.com

[Descole accidentally fell asleep on a couch in the lobby. He was going to sleep in a room, but somehow his plans changed.]

[He didn't mean too, and he doesn't really want to be disturbed. In his half asleep state, he knows that he will be anyway. He hopes it's someone he can tolerate.]

[OOC: so I'm at an x-mas party and I really don't want to be here. Please, someone entertain me.]

sinisterballet.livejournal.com

[Descole walks into a room with a huge grand piano. It seems no one is around, and as he cannot find the door to the outside to the building he doesn't remember waltzing into, he decides to kill some time and play the piano. While doing so, playing a pianissimo noise level, he begins lightly singing along in a French tune, figuring he'd hear the door open, if some one was, in fact, there.]

[Or would he?]

Dirait, dirait on, dirait on.....

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Entries tagged with character: jean descole

Where Wishes and Gymnastics Come in Handy

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Diligently Lustful.

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Campaigning the lazy way...

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Descole thinks too much. Makes a good evil mastermind.

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Homesick

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So, the enchanted mistletoe is in place.

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'Cause Descole's a Creative Genius

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