Arrogance at its Best

[angesradieux]

The city was quiet... Unusually so, in fact. Not that Jean-Claude minded much. At least when it was quiet he didn't have to associate with any of the low-born half-wits that were so, disgustingly common these days. With a disdainful sniff, he reflected that society really had gone south in recent years, with all the obsessing over rock music, modern fashion--all of which was exceedingly improper, he would like to point out. No young lady should be allowed to go traipsing through the city half naked!--, and all the technology that allowed for such abominable laziness. He had to wonder if the youngsters today even knew what walking was, with all of their cars, skateboards, scooters, et cetera. He may have looked like he was twenty, but he shuddered at the though of being lumped in with the youth of today.

He wandered down the street aimlessly. It was no Paris, but he supposed it was the closest he would get. He didn't plan to go back any time soon. Not after all the revolutions... All the people crying out for Noble blood... The guillotine... It was too volatile for him. Much, much to volatile. But, The Heart was a decent enough neighborhood. Not marvelous, but acceptable. Besides, it was only fitting that Jean-Claude should take up residence in the center of the city. After all, everything did revolve around him. He was the epitome of grace, elegance, and class. Even as he walked, he preened like an overly arrogant peathingy. He removed the ribbon from his hair, smoothing down some of the more stubborn strands, before tying it up again neatly. He spent a fair amount of time fussing over the bow. After all, appearances were so, dreadfully important. It wouldn't do to have a duke wandering around looking like a pauper!

When he was finally satisfied, he sat by the side of the fountain, enjoying the soothing sound of the water. Just because he was a vampire didn't mean he couldn't enjoy civilized things, you know. He wasn't a monster, after all. Just a creature who preyed on humans and, to put it bluntly, enjoyed toying with his prey a bit. Besides, he was so much stronger than they were. And much more clever and quick and handsome. He deserved to enjoy his clear superiority to the other race. If they deemed him a monster for that, well, that was their problem, not his. Because, of course Jean-Claude DuPonte could do no wrong. When he was hateful and violent, he was always able to justify it, and when he was kind and civil, it was just a display of his flawless manners and benevolent graciousness.

He could have easily spent all night there, sitting by the lake, marveling at what a glorious creature he was. The indisputable pinnacle of perfection.

[+Syyn]

Syyn
We're In The Death Club, All Free To Sin Away

I grinned. What I saw ahead of me with my black eyes could be no less fun than anything else on the planet. Probably even better. What the hell was he wearing? Then again, why did it matter to me? It was just one more thing I could pick about once I revealed myself. But who was to say I was going to do that just yet?

"Well, Well, Well."

My voice ran smoothly through the silence. Slicing it in half, clearing the way for me as I stepped out from the shadows. He was so prim and proper. I'm sure I wasn't at all what he wanted to see. But why the hell would I care what he wanted to see? He could close his eyes if he felt the need to.

"I know fashion repeats itself, but I never thought I'd see this get up again."

I moved myself towards him. That wicked grin crookedly streaked across my face. All my movements were smooth, after all, I was a vampire, full of grace. Ha. My head stayed slightly tilted down as my black eyes rolled over him. Pure...what shall we say...arrogance.

[angesradieux]

Jean-Claude turned his head as someone approached. Just by looking at the other vampire, Jean-Claude decided he wasn't going to like him. Odd hair, enough eye-liner to make him look like a raccoon, and an outfit Jean-Claude condemned as unfit to leave the house in. He could only imagine what his father would have done if he ever dressed in such a manner! Already prepared to react badly to the new-comer, Jean-Claude bristled when he spoke. He didn't like the condescending tone of his voice... He wasn't the sort of person to be belittled in such a manner.

As the little devil sneered at his preferred style of dress, he quipped disdainfully, "And I suppose that is supposed to be fashionable?" Hah. Right. It looked like the vampire had just rolled out of bed and walked out of the house. Sniffing, he added, "I prefer to look respectable." His tone wasn't quite hostile. Rather, it was extremely arrogant and disdainful.

[Sycautik]

Syyn
Take Your Own Life, Membership Is Pain

I could only keep smirking, A hand lifted itself from my side and ran pale fingers through my already messy hair, destroying any uniformity it might, just might, have had. I stepped forward again.

"Well, old chap."

My accent held mocking as I stuck my nose in the air and rolled my eyes, looking as proper as I possibly could and still maintain the humor in it all.

"I quite like my own attire. I am,"

I leaned forward, shaking my head with my next words.

"Terribly sorry,"

I straightened up and stood tall.

"If you do not feel the same."

I chuckled and stood in a more relaxed position staring at him with dark eyes, I blinked once, giving him the full effect of how much black kohl I had wrapped around my eyes that morning. Well, evening. Vampire morning. Haha. I make myself laugh. The eyeliner had begun to smudge by now, and well, that was just ok with me.

[angesradieux]

Jean-Claude's lips curled in a sneer. Synn was thoroughly irritating... Synn was the embodiment of everything that was wrong with modern society. No desire to be respectable, no desire to respect elders, no class... What did they have? He couldn't think of anything good about them!

He quipped, "I am not British."

He didn't use British slang. Ever. It was pretentious and sounded stupid. He couldn't say that he'd ever thought much of the Brits. Not with the foreign relations between them and France. Always a war... British always sticking their nose where it didn't belong... He wouldn't be lumped in with them.

Thoroughly appalled by the amount of make-up the other vampire was wearing, he grimaced. Make-up was meant to be worn by women.

[+Syyn]

Syyn
We're In The Death Club, All Free To Sin Away

I could only laugh. He hated me. I could tell.

"Aww..."

I faked sympathetic very well, sarcasm rolling off my tone.

"What's wrong? Brits not good enough for you."

I leaned forward, Hands on my knees as I spoke, Eyes wide and eyelashes batting. Lips pursed together.

"But then again, I suppose nothing's good for a tightass like you. Am I right?"

I straightened up again and laughed once more. He was fun. Maybe even too much fun. I was expecting entertaining, but not like this. My wicked grin stayed across my face.

A nice breeze rolled through, catching my messy hair and messing it even more. I stepped forward and leaped easily on the ledge around the fountain. I landed gracefully, again, I was a vampire. Ha. I walked around the edge, staring at the other vampire. I reached the other side and stared at him through the water pouring down, the lights in the base of the fountain playing across us both.

[Anastasia Ricco]

Anastasia

Anastasia was strolling the Heart of the city in boredom. There seemed to be absolutely nothing to do tonight. She wasn't hungry so she had no reason to hunt, and there weren't any good looking boys, hell even girls, wandering the Heart tonight. She sighed as she headed toward the fountain, and she pricked up as she heard the voices of two males.

She was shocked at the appearance of the male that sat on the edge of the fountain...talk about a blast from the past. And by the way he talked with his purely French accent made him seem arrogant. Even the way he sat told her he felt he was above the rest of them. She smirked; this might be a fun night after all.

She continued walking toward the pair and stopped only a few feet away. The soft light of the lamp made her pale olive-toned skin seem to glow, and her bi-colored eyes stand out all the more with her thick kohl outlining. Her hair had been straightened perfectly and tonight she had decided to wear her favorite purple and green corset with her infamous black pants with the same colored thread going through it. Overlapping her pants were knee-high boots and adorning her neck and wrists were all kinds of colorful necklaces and bracelets.

She sighed. You do know that your fashion style is about a hundred and eighty years or so out of date, right? she said sarcastically. Oh how she did so love to butt in. But this guy annoyed her before she had gotten within forty feet of him. The other guy wasn't so bad. He was actually almost kind of cute. But that wasn't the point at the moment. It was time to make Mr. Prissy cry to the graveyard and tell his dead mother the big, bad vampires were making fun of him.

[angesradieux]

Jean-Claude answered tersely, "No, as a matter of fact they are not." With that much said, he turned to walk away. Monstrous little miscreants weren't worth his time. He was just the sort of little delinquent that needed to be weeded out of the gene pool and not allowed to reproduce.

Under his breath, he muttered, "The nerve!" Self-righteous indignation inspired him to quicken his pace, as he was eager to be away from Synn so he could nurse his bruised pride. There had to be some other place in the city that was quiet enough for him to enjoy the night without being harassed by some little brat.

He bristled as someone else approached the group. He looked Anastasia up and down and retorted, "And you do know that no women should be allowed out of the house in an outfit like that, right?"

[+Syyn]

Syyn
Take Your Own Life, Silent, Damned, and Strange

Someone else was butting in. Fun, fun.

My black eyes turned to look at her as she emerged from the shadows. My jaw almost dropped. But withheld composure and stood there on the other side of the fountain, staring her down. My hands curling into loose fists to each side of me. My gaze drifted to the angered male as he stood and started to leave.

"Aww..."

Mocking again.

"Am I too much for you? Or maybe I'm not good enough either?"

I didn't give a damn if I was good enough. I smoothly walked back around to the other side of the fountain and stood where he had once sat.

[angesradieux]

Jean-Claude answered shortly, "I have better things to do than stand around and debate fashion with you." What happened to the days when maturity was enforced and expected? He didn't have the patience to stand around and deal with a pair of vampires who wanted to waste their time being obnoxious. Unlike them, he had a life to attend to.

He dearly missed good, old, Parisian society. Where he'd been at the very top of the pecking order and no one would have dared cross him.

Patronizingly, as if he were speaking to a two year old, he said flatly, "Run along now, and go try to do something useful. And do try to act your age."

[Anastasia Ricco]

Anastasia

She smirked. She was far less slutty looking than most other girls. In fact she was fairly conservative. Well no one let her out thats for sure. She left as she pleased. Who me? she replied innocently. Why what are you trying to say Mr. Prissy-pants? Do I have too much skin revealed for you to handle? Are you going to pop one of those little brass buttons? she said in the same tone with a malicious grin on her face.

She glanced the way of the other male and felt his eyes on her eye. He was intrigued it seemed. she smiled to herself and turned her attention back to the male, walking over and standing on the ledge of the fountain so she stood over him. It's the twenty-first century, unno. Get over it. Perhaps you need to put away your prissy little customs, views of women, and your... she looked him over... Supposed fashion. And besides, if you are so mature, why would you be arguing with us? she said cooly, with a slight tone of mocking and anger.

She returned her gaze to the other, younger vampire boy. She found his quips toward Mr. Prissy quite funny. She might actually like this black-eyed boy with his ruffled hair, and dark clothes. He certainly seemed to her liking so far in both personality and clothes. She smiled and again looked toward Mr. Prissy to see what he'd say next.

[angespurs]

The thin, emaciated boy slunk through the city, glancing over his shoulder every thirty seconds or so. He had dark bags beneath his eyes, indicating a lack of sleep and his wide, brown eyes had a wild, terrified look to them. Granted, the boy's poor health was not entirely the fault of the vampires. Rather, one could blame Claudin's paranoia and sheer terror at the mere thought of the vile species. Horrible creatures, vampires. Presently, he was trying to avoid them until morning. Perhaps then he could get away without anyone trying to feed on him.

He shivered at the thought.

He didn't care that vampire bites were supposed to give humans a bazaar kind of high. The concept terrified him. The poor servant was too preoccupied with what might have been behind him to pay any attention at all to what was in front of him. He didn't notice there was anything there until he nearly walked into Anastasia. He staggered backwards to stop himself, but ended up falling over backwards, landing on his rump. He merely stared up at the group of them with wide, frightened eyes. His lower lip began to quiver and he trembled violently. Vampires... He could only hope they weren't hungry.

[+Syyn]

Syyn
There's No Second Chances, No Time For Romances, O-Oh

She had at least noticed me. I grinned in reply to her. She moved across the distance and stepped up on to the ledge with me as both of us stared down on the other male. He would have to at least feel a little intimidated by now. Two vampires against one was something to fear.

I looked over at her, my wicked, crooked grin across my face as I crossed my arms and looked back to him.

"Well, Mr. Prissy-Pants."

I grinned widely, devilish.

"Can you at least give us a name before you leave?"

I had once ruled The Heart, and I had never seen this vampire before, nor the one next to me.

Something caught my attention. Wonderful...A human.

My grew as wide as possible.

"Well, Well, Well, What do we have here?"

[angesradieux]

Jean-Claude retorted, "I am aware of what century it is. Just because I am aware of it does not mean that I care." He turned on his heal and made to leave again, stopping as the other vampire spoke again.

"Duke Jean-Claude DuPonte," he answered stiffly. In a normal conversation, he did not bother with his title. However, for the sake of hopefully leaving some sort of impression, he decided to stick it on. Perhaps they would realize that he was, in fact, the superior being. The human's entrance did nothing to improve his mood. He drew his lips back in a snarl, satisfied when the creature seemed duly terrified.

[Anastasia Ricco]

Anastasia

She smiled as she awaited the Prissy old man's answer, and laughed when she recieved it. Well now I guess I can call you Dooky. Titles are nothing. she replied casually. But then she turned to snarl as she was nearly run in to by an emaciated human. But when she turned and saw him fall on his ass she merely laughed, all aggression seemingly gone. She laughed a little more when he began to tremble. Well it seemed he knew they were vampires by the way he shook. It was a pitiful sight to say in the least.

She turned slightly as the black-eyed boy began to speak, commenting on the pitiful heap they called a human. It looked like someone had drained him not only of blood, but of meat as well. It almost looked like one of those neglected dogs you saw on TV. But then, she never fell for their sad eyes either; she thought it was more funny than anything really. It's like they screamed for pity through their eyes.

Pity was useless. Well it seems there is a small trembling pup before us. she replied to his mocking question. She grinned maliciously. When she got in to mean jokes she didn't seem to stop. She had been picked on for so long in her life, now others would feel it. And it seemed to her that this cute boy was the same way.