A Chance Encounter II Esme, Quasi, Frollo

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la-esmeralda-de-vegas:

Esmeralda wondered the same thing since Frollo was glaring at Quasi. She glared back and clung to Quasi on instinct, taking on a defensive stance. She signed back to Quasi. “I don’t know.” As they continued walking, she tried not to bump into him but her arm brushed against his anyway. She continued on as if nothing happened. For some reason, his very presence unnerved her and she hated feeling like she had no control over it.

Quasi tried not to look at him, but the man’s gaze on them both made his skin crawl. He kept walking with Esme, but was no longer hungry for the icecream, dropping it in a trashcan as they passed. He straightened up as best he could when Esme pressed against him, putting his arm around her waist. He’d go without signing to make her feel better. 

As Frollo walked passed Esmeralda, he tried not to take notice of her, but failed miserably. As she came nearer and nearer, his heart seemed to freak out, despite how much he willed himself into a cool sereneness. He couldn’t help but take in her scent as she drew closer, it was unbearable to him, it was hard for him to control himself, but he managed. When they passed each other, their arms brushed and something clicked inside him. He knew then and there that he had to have the girl, no matter what it took. When she was a good distance from him, he stopped and examined the couple, making a mental note of the street they were on. He turned to one of his guards and whispered quietly to him, “follow them,” the guard nodded wordlessly.  Frollo then turned back again, this time only walking off with one guard instead of two.

A Chance Encounter II Esme, Quasi, Frollo

heavensneonlight:

la-esmeralda-de-vegas:

She reached up with one hand to wipe away a smudge of ice cream from his nose. He looked adorable but she knew he’d feel embarrassed walking around with ice cream dripping on his face. They continued walking, with her hand holding on to the crook of his arm. She had already finished her ice cream and threw away the container in a trash can but when she looked up her eyes met the older man that had watched her dance the other day.Ugh, him again?

Esmeralda tried to ignore him as they continued walking. “Try not to make eye-contact with him.” She whispered into Quasi’s good ear. With any luck, he’ll ignore them, too.

Quasi was still working on his ice cream when he saw her look somewhere. After hearing Esme’s voice in his ear, he nodded, directing his attention back to his ice cream. He still couldn’t help but sneak a glance or two and it made him feel weird. The guy was staring at Esme like a creep, he didn’t like it. “What’s his issue?”

Frollo noticed Quasimodo glancing at him now and again, and couldn’t help but wonder what was going on there. He could see it in the boy’s eyes, there was definitely something going on between the two of them. Despite what Frollo was feeling at the time, he had no choice but to ignore it, not daring public confrontation with street scum. He looked slowly at his two guards, and then continued on his way, as if the meeting had never happened.

A Chance Encounter II Esme, Quasi, Frollo

heavensneonlight:

la-esmeralda-de-vegas:

After buying some paint for Quasi, she offered to buy them ice cream since she still had some money left. It was a hot day outside, hotter than usual and she needed to cool off before she went dancing again. They were on their way back to the church, just joking around and goofing off. It was a nice change of pace from all the events of the last few weeks. But their little walk was about to be interrupted by a less than friendly face.

Quasi had managed to get ice cream up his nose twice as he snorted at Esme’s making fun of some random passerby. He normally didn’t like mocking, but harmless teasing was okay, especially when it was from Esme. She never meant it nasty. He laughed again as they walked. He paused though as Esme stopped, following her gaze. 

Frollo was standing under the shade of a tall building, accompanied by his two guards. It had been another long and dull day, but eventful. He’d managed to buy out some pathetic businessman. His plan was to get in his car, drive off and head right back to his place as quickly as possible. However, unfortunately for Frollo, as he was stepping outside, he saw Esmeralda. Frollo had dreamed of the girl many times since that fateful encounter, dreams that he wouldn’t want to repeat to anyone, ever. He thought he’d escaped her, he had thought the dreams would end soon and that would be that, but here she was, tempting him again. He glared over at her for a moment, not really conscious of his actions at that moment, before finally noticing her companion. Had he seen him on his own, Frollo would have taken no notice of him, but he was with that woman, the woman who Frollo longed to own for his own. It was these thoughts that led him to looking coldly into the eyes of Esmeralda’s companion. 

OOC: Anyone up for a para?

I say this, but I’m not up to writing starters right now, but I’d be happy to write them tomorrow XD. So if anyone wants to RP, just pop me a message, and unless you want to write the starter, I’ll add it to my to-do list for tomorrow.

Dance, La Esmeralda, DANCE! || Frollo & Esmerelda

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She just glared back at him, her blood boiling. He only just met the man and already he got under skin and that pissed her off even more. But she held her tongue and decided to tease him instead. “Thank you for watching then.” Her voice was laden with sarcasm coupled with a mocking smile and a wink in his direction, but as soon as she turned around to walk away her smile gave way to an angry frown. She hoped to never see him again.

Frollo was trying his best to compose himself, he usually didn’t struggle with this kind of thing, but right now he was finding this extremely difficult. Why was it that this woman was to tempting yet so revolting to him? He’d never thought that such a thing was possible before, but now he was living this. As she remarked, he stopped, and peered over his shoulder at her, his eyes now staring at her in anger. He soon realized that he was giving his true feelings away from the one simple look, and so snapped away, continuing on his way. As he walked, his conflict continue to rage inside him, part of him never wanted to see her again, but at the same time, he didn’t think he could live without seeing her again. Or at the very least, to touch her.

Dance, La Esmeralda, DANCE! || Frollo & Esmerelda

la-esmeralda-de-vegas:

His reply caught her off guard. She’s used to men flirting with her yet he brushed off her dancing as if it were just a few turns here and there which came off as strange to her. “Observing, huh?” She said with a raised eyebrow and arms crossed. “Isn’t watching and observing the same thing?”

This man sounded like a hypocrite. One of those types who pretend to be something they’re not and she despises those.

“Fine, I was watching with curiousity, not with interest,” he told her, irritated by her spite. “Now if you don’t mind, I have more important things to intend to. Well, more important than unrefined and undisciplined women such as yourself.”

He said no goodbyes to the woman, just gave his men a sharp look, and began to lead them away.

Dance, La Esmeralda, DANCE! || Frollo & Esmerelda

la-esmeralda-de-vegas:

When she was dancing, Esmeralda could feel a pair of eyes boring into her back. While it’s true, many people had gathered to watch her, she didn’t feel at ease as she normally did. When she had made her turns, she saw them. A pair of steely eyes that caused a small shiver to crawl up her back. Every time she looked into those eyes, she felt like he was undressing her and they seemed to evoke a sort of hunger that she’d never seen before.

She didn’t like it.

Once the music had stopped, she took her time to catch her breath and collect as much money as she could when she heard him speak. It would’ve been funny if she weren’t so on edge by his mere presence. “Excuse me?” She said as she walked over to him, pissed off beyond compare by now. “Then why were you watching?”

He was just about to turn away, ready to get on to his next destination, when she spoke to him. He paused, standing still, his breath stuck in his chest. He didn’t even want to look at her, not with her conscious of him doing so, how could he even have a conversation with the woman he’d just been mentally undressing with his eyes?

“Watching?” He forced himself to say, with his usual cool and uncaring tone of voice. “I was merely observing your pathetic spectacle, curious as to what would draw such a horde of people.”

Dance, La Esmeralda, DANCE! || Frollo & Esmerelda

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Esmeralda had started dancing on one of her usual street corners, with her musician friends playing in the background. She thought she’d switch up her dance moves. With any luck, today will be a better day.

She started moving her hips around slowly, building up to a crescendo when the music picked up. Lifting her hands up in the air, her hips shook rapidly without pausing. Once the flute started playing, she stopped and moved her legs backwards and forwards, making a few turns and then moving her right leg back and forth as she stood in place but her body made a slow turn with each step.

As the music ebbed and flowed, she gyrated her hips in time and in the slow pause during the song, she started belly dancing in time to the rhythm while she was sitting down on her knees and moved her upper body back. When the music picked up, she stood right back up, clapping her hands in time as she turned around shimmying and swaying, her rainbow colored skirt moving along with her and showing off her legs. Her hips moved with each beat of the drum, to the left and then to the right, then backwards and forwards until the song ended.

Out of breath, she smiled and bowed to the small crowd that had gathered around. It was a success and maybe today, they could have a decent meal like they did some weeks ago.

Frollo didn’t make a habit of leaving his quarters if he could, but unfortunately some matter needed his personal attention today, and so he was forced to go and attend to it himself. Usually he would take the car, but the distance between his casino and his destination was short and so he felt obliged to walk. It wasn’t that Frollo cared about the environment, he just cared about his image, and the less suspicious he looked the better. 

He was dressed up in one of his better suits and a well-tailored coat. He hated looking shabby, and he certainly didn’t look it. Then he reluctantly left his quarters and with a wave of his hand his two loyal bodyguards soon took up positions behind him as he walked. He’d never leave the casino without them.

They took a back way out; Frollo didn’t feel like making idle chit chat to the patrons he was forced to keep happy in the casino. Not that he ever did like doing that. As they walked down some stairs, he pulled out a small pocket watch from his coat pocket and examined the time, at this rate they’d be early. He was hoping he could get the matter over and done with as soon as possible. 

They were soon out of the casino and onto the busy, bustling, streets of Vegas. Frollo reached into his other pocket and pulled out a classy pair of sunglasses, it wasn’t day time, but the bright lights of Vegas annoyed him, hence the glasses. After he’d put them on, he continued walking, occasionally getting a glance from a random passer-by. He was used to the staring by now, it came with being rich, they were either jealous or trying to work out how to pickpocket you.

He turned the corner of the street and immediately noticed the large crowd in front of him; though once he heard the music he ceased to care. He had a feeling it was either a group of dancers showing off their skills, or a group of female dancers showing of their bodies, either way he found it disgustingly sinful and turned away from it. Once he owned the streets of Vegas, street workers would be the first thing to go, he despised them. Turning sharply away from the crowd, Frollo muttered to himself before he continued on his way again. He would’ve continued walking if he hadn’t had spotted something interesting in the corner of his eye.

There, through a gap in the crowd, he saw Esmeralda dancing for the first time. There was something bewitching about it, as if something was drawing him in. The way she moved to the music, the way her body flowed, it made Frollo feel things he’d never wanted to feel again. He wanted to go closer; he wanted to watch her chest move up and down with each labored breath, to feel her tensed muscles move fluidly under his skin. He didn’t dare move closer though; he was both repulsed and excited wrongly by all of this, he could barely stand himself just watching her from this distance. The problem was he could’ve stood and watched the spectacle for a long while, but fortunately for him the music stopped, and so did she.

“Sir?” asked one of his bodyguards behind him, forcing Frollo out of his trance.

“Disgusting isn’t it?” Frollo lied convincingly to the man, gesturing towards Esmeralda. “Moving her body in that way for people to gawk at, it just makes me sick.”

OOC: My Absense

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@Facilier [Night Down at the Club Afterlife]

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“Name rings a bell.” He said, taking the card.  He looked over it, reading over what it said, looking up at him when he spoke again.  He gave a slight smirk, “I’ll keep that in mind, Mr. Frollo.  Y’all just keep in mind that I got more than one lil card up my sleeve.”

He smirked, turning away from the man.  ”Hope ya enjoy Vegas, Claude Frollo, I’ll be sure to give ya later.  Don’t wait up.”  He walked back into the door, a small smirk on his face before he put the card up.  Life was great.  Even if it meant dealing with sociopaths in ally ways.

Frollo didn’t want to jump to any conclusions, but Facilier didn’t seem to be all that interested. At least, not interested enough. He wanted this man right now, he felt like it might be one of the most useful investments of his life.

“I pay generously, Dr Facilier.” He called after him. “And if you do a good job, and I tip, generously.” What Frollo was trying to say was, you do what I need, you get cash, do what I need well, you get more cash. 

Arrogant, and sure he was going to get the call, he signaled to his guards, and they turned off, walking in the opposite direction with him. Slowly disappearing under the blinding lights of Vegas.

(Source: purging-vegas)