ADVANCED RP discussion

New jeleste. Can you handle it?

(I probably can't)

Celeste Delacroix walked out of her home and stretched a bit in the afternoon sunshine. It was a gorgeous day on the rural villa where Celeste and her husband Claude made their home. She had just had a small, tension filled lunch with her husband. He brought it up again. He wanted Celeste to try to have another baby, he always wanted her to. His eyes had been so pleading, so hopeful for another child. Celeste had almost agreed to it, almost. Just when her thought had switched to conceding, she'd looked down and seen the bruises on her arms, scattered from where Claude had grabbed her so forcefully, that he left purple marks on her skin. She had told him she'd think about it, so he was partially satisfied for the time being. Celeste just wanted to forget about it, to go on with her day. Claude was back in his office, locked away until late that night most likely. So Celeste was free to work in the garden or do as she pleased. She was wearing a long, baby blue dress. It had a simple, tank top bodice that came down to a square neckline. Celeste was wearing a corset beneath the dress, so her body was formed well beneath it, just like any city woman you would see in Paris. The dress was made of chiffon, the long skirt sitting plainly but elegantly against her legs. Which of course, she had a knife hiddenz strapped against her leg, just in case. She had her long blonde hair tied into a complicated updo if braids and ties. She looked gorgeous, like some sort of goddess as she walked to her garden. She held a small book in her hands, and went quickly to pull a couple of weeds before sitting down to read.

A hand reached beneath the desk, it touched cold metal, a gun was strapped to the underneath of the oak desk. A man stood across the room, glaring at young Jack Mccloud, who was sitting behind the desk. "Sir I assure you that you do not want to threaten me or my friends," Jacks smile was charming yet dangerous, one could tell with the look he was giving spoke volumes as to what he meant. The middle aged man gave a dark laugh, "You need to be the one that's scared McCloud, you and your people are messing with powerful men. I don't know why you think any of your pea minded ideas will work. You're nothing but a man with radical ideas and a few school boys backing you, don't feign innocence either. I've heard the rumors of what you and your company are planning."

Jack leaned back some and steepled his fingers together against his lips as he gazed thoughtfully at the man in front of him. He presumed to know things, things he actually had no clue about, he thought that Jack he a few meager childhood friends backing him on the idea of a resistance. Hah! If only the man knew of the wealthy financiers he had on his side and the politicians as well. The poor chap would probably wet his pants right there. Jack finally cleared his throat after a few tense, quiet moment. "Mr. Duvae I understand that you are a small minded individual, so I can't blame you for your small minded thoughts, or," He cleared his throat once again with a smirk on his lips, "Other small parts you may have." Duvae turned tomato red before growling and leaving the room. Jack chuckled, he picked up a thick glass that had previously held an amber colored alcohol. Unfortunately it was now empty, he didn't glance up when his friend Pierre walked in. "Jack!" He said in a loud, annoyed manner, "You can't stir up the pot every time that man comes in." Jack smiled slowly, then looked up at is friend. "Pierre he knows nothing, and I'll do as I please. Jack Mccloud doesn't take that kind of tone from anyone." By the end Jack was very serious sounding and had a quite serious expression on his face. Pierre wasn't easily scared though and looked more annoyed. He huffed and stormed out after the other man. Jack sighed, he would have to take Pierre out when he returned from the country. He was leaving Paris to vacation in his families country home for a few weeks.

(Hah he's perfect bby)
Celeste pulled the weeds she could see until she was ushered away by her maid. Giana, the woman that Claude had hired to keep Celeste up and running as his society wife. Of course they didn't socialize much, but when they did, Claude wanted everyone to think that Celeste was a society woman. Not one that pulled weeds or gardened or strapped knives to her legs. So Giana pulled Celeste away, muttering about how silly she was for working so hard. Celeste just sighed and rolled her eyes "I was raised on a farm, not a in a castle." She whined, but there was no convincing the middle aged woman that had a soft grip on her arm. She led her over to the soft sofa set on the houses patio, and made her sit down. Celeste frowned and crossed her legs where she sat, being polite for the time being. If Giana told Claude that Celeste was "acting up", she would for sure be in line for a beating. And Celeste felt like an idiot for fearing her own husband. But she had to. She watched as Giana scampered into the house to get some fresh lemonade for Celeste, and Celeste dropped her pretentious posture. She turned in her seat and placed her feet on the sofa in front of her. She propped her legs up so her knees were pointed and opened up her book of poetry. Ah, to be a wife.

Jack McCloud was settled comfortably in a luxurious carriage, pulled by a set of the best clydesdale horses you could round up in Paris, France. He had paid good money for the animals in his possession, he also paid good money for the man that drove the team of horses. At that exact moment he was on his way to his families home in the country, a place to get away from everything for just a week or so... maybe. If he was lucky enough to stay away that long without being summoned back to the city where everything was finally falling into place. Jack had already taken his jacket off, so he was sitting in the carriage with his hat and coat on the seat across from him, which left him in his breeches, boots, vest, shirt, and cravat. His hair was perfect of course, he took special care of his hair, much to his fathers dismay, he always talked about how unmanly it was to worry so much about such things. Jack leaned back in the cushioned seat he was on, the velvet was soft to the touch, he figured it would be nice to get a nap in before he got to the family estate. He'd already sent word a few days before to make sure the staff had everything ready for him to stay there. When his family wasn't there most of the rooms were closed off and sat untouched for months, when one of them, or all of them, decided to use the estate then everything would be dusted, sheets would be taken off furniture, windows opened to air out the rooms, it would be like they'd never left.

Celeste let her eyes wander over the lines of poetry, the beautiful words flowed and ebbed together like a song, it was calming to read. But she grew bored after a while, reading over the words she'd memorized years ago. She sighed after a while and stood up, brushing her blonde bangs out of her face and walking slowly across the garden. Her ballet flats pressed into the soft earth as she went to the edge of the large garden, grabbing her flower basket that Claude had gotten her for her last birthday. She laid the basket in the crook of her arm and walked outside of the garden to the road, just standing idly in the middle at first. No one ever traveled on these roads anyway, so she wasn't too worried about it. She spun towards the other side of the road in her flowy chiffon, her eyes glinting at the sight of the wildflowers there. Celeste crossed the street quickly, standing on the side f the road opposite to the house. She started to pick some of the colorful flowers, mostly pinks and yellows, so she could make some arrangements for the house that afternoon.

Jack awoke when the road seemed to get more bumpy than before, he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and pushed the curtain aside so he could look out the carriage window. They were in the country, finally, he could tell they were close to his home. Jack straightened up in his seat and started to think about what all he wanted to do once he reached his destination. He would certainly need to give the cook the menu he expected over the next two weeks, so that she could go to the village to get what she needed. Then he would inform the butler, George, that he didn't want any of his aristocratic friends visiting, if they came to call his butler was to turn them away. If Jack felt like socializing then he would accept an invitation to one of the many parties he was sure neighboring estates would be throwing. Jack peeked out the window once more, taking in the green grass, the gorgeous flowers littering the road side, the girl leaning over by the roa- whoa what?! Jack pressed his face against the window to be sure, yes there was a girl about to be run over by his carriage. Was the man driving daft? WHy was he not slowing down or yelling to the poor girl? Jack hit his fist against the carriages ceiling and yelled an array of not so nice things to his driver. They barely missed the chit, and came to an abrupt stop that send Jack sprawling across the other side of the carriage. Jack got up, exited the carriage, not bothering to get his jacket or hat on mind you, and started jogging toward the girl. She was almost on her face in the grass and flowers, it looked like she had tried to move at the last minute. "Madam are you hurt?" He asked, trying to keep the annoyance out of his voice, he had to be sure she was okay before he started lecturing her about standing in the road and not paying attention. He would be giving his driver a lecture as well, about looking out for people and keeping his eyes on the road.

Celeste leaned down picking flowers, placing them lightly in her basket and then looking for more. Celeste faintly heard the sound of a carriage coming down the road, but wasn't really paying attention, she was sticking to the side anyway, so she didn't think she would be hit or anything like that. But then she heard he loud neighs of horses, and felt a woosh of air coming towards her. "OH!" Celeste exclaimed as she was flung down into the grasses, landing on her knees with her hands holding her up. Her basket flew across the way, landing some feet away from her in the flowers. Celeste stayed there for a moment before she heard swears coming from behind her, and a carriage door opening and swinging closed. She turned at the sound of a voice towards her. Her blue eyes traveled up a muscular arm into the face of a handsome man that looked to be her age. He had dark hair and creamy brown eyes, a look on his face that said he was somewhat annoyed, but he was being a gentleman. She took his hand and nodded "OUI Monsieur, I'm alright. Just some dirt." She said, glancing down at her dress as she stood upright on her own two feet. She dropped her hand from his and was about to apologize when she heard another door slamming. But it didn't belong to the carriage, no, it was to the front door of the villa. Celeste looked up and saw her husband storming out if there home, his voice booming and angry "Celeste!" He yelled, "WHAT sort of problems are you causing now?!" He growled, walking across the street, he glanced at jack and the carriage, then the dirt on his wives dress. He frowned deeply and blew past jack, getting up close to Celeste. "What were you even doing out here? Over on this side?" He asked, a calm anger in his voice as his eyes wandered over the area. Celeste gulped and tried to take a step back "Claude I was just picki-" she started, but he cut her off "Flowers," he finished, spotting the basket "You were picking your stupid flowers and got yourself in someone's way. You need to learn to stay in the YARD!" He roared at her, his hand coming across her face in a stinging slap. Celeste let out a whimper as her face was slammed to the side by his hand, her hand going up to her now red face, swallowing back the tears she wanted to cry. "Now Celeste," Claude said, taking her forcibly by the arm and pushing her towards jack "What do you say to the man you disrupted?" He asked, as if he were speaking to a child. Celeste took a deep breath and looked jack in the eyes "I'm very sorry to have disturbed you, Monsieur. Very sorry." She said, her voice meeker than when she'd first spoken to him.

Ella {Bo Bella} wrote: "Celeste leaned down picking flowers, placing them lightly in her basket and then looking for more. Celeste faintly heard the sound of a carriage coming down the road, but wasn't really paying atten..."

(I SWEAR I REPLIED OMG WTF OKay one sec)

Jack was glad to see that his driver hadn't killed the poor girl, she was getting up and explaining about her dress. Jack looked her over, yeah the dress was pretty much ruined, maybe he would get his housekeeper to send over a new one, a much more expensive one. Hmmm that was an idea, he was about to give her a lecture about walking on the side of the road picking flowers when he heard the slamming of a door, and it wasn't one where the door just fell back against the frame. No it was the kind of slam a human made when they were angry or upset, Jack turned with the young lady to see a burly looking man coming at them, yelling 'Celeste' their way. "I assume that would be you?" He asked the girl with a grin, trying to ease the obvious tension that had entered the air. It didn't help though, his smile faltered when the man came across the street and got in Celeste's face, his spit getting on her cheeks some as he yelled at her. Jack had the sudden urge to put himself between Celeste and the man, but then thought better of it, this was a wife/husband thing and it was best if he didn't get involved. Or that's what he thought until the man hit his wife, right there in the middle of the road in front of God and everyone. Jack's mouth dropped open just slightly, he couldn't believe that the gentleman had just done that, whoa not a gentleman, a snake. Celeste came up to Jack and apologized, her entire body conveyed that she was miserable and had given up in that moment that he hit her. Jack pulled her behind him, gently, and told her, "Stay put until I say so, if I say run, then you run to my carriage and the man will take you to my estates, tell Henry to come with the other men to help me out." With that he rolled up his sleeves ever so calmly while speaking to the would be husband, "Sir, I'm not sure if you know who you're speaking to. I'm a McCLoud, Jack to be on point," The McCLouds were known all around for their charities and wealth, for the parties and their fine estates in the countryside as well as the city. "You just committed a cardinal sin in my book by laying hands on this lovely young lady. Now let me speak," He said before the other man could interject, "As her husband you first off should have made sure that she was okay, secondly you should have comforted her, after that, and ONLY after all of that had been done, you possibly lecture her with WORDS about how it is unsafe to pick flowers on the side of the road like she was. Or maybe ask her if she had possibly already apologized to the gentleman that had almost run her over. My driver should of been paying more attention, and trust me there will be repercussions for that. BUT NEVER should you come outside and hit a woman, any woman, outside or inside or anywhere. Your wife is your pride and joy, she is your partner and your lover, your confidante and best friend. Not someone you knock around like some slave." Jack's face was twisted by the end, and he was seething with righteous anger and loathing for the man. He put his fists up, ready to fight the man for what he'd done, and he had full intentions of taking Celeste away, even if only for a night, to give this idiot time to think on what he had done.

Celeste had expected Jack to look a bit surprised, she'd expected him to nod and forgive her to please Claude, she'd expected him to look maybe concerned and unhappy. The only thing she hadn't expected was for Jack to grab gently onto her shoulders, to steer her behind him with a soft urgency. Her red rimmed eyes clouded with confusion, her blonde brows furrowing as Jack spoke to her about running and going to his estate, fetching some man named Henry to help him out. 'Help you out with what?' she almost asked, but just as quickly as Jack had moved her, he was turning on Claude, the man that Celeste hated with all of her being. Her mouth gaped open as Jack scolded her brute of a husband. He was calmly yelling, saying these things that obviously came from very deep within his conscious. She couldn't do anything but stare as he did so, watching with wide eyes as Jack said a couple of things she'd wanted to say to Claude for years. SHe wasn't a slave, not even close. She was a strong, beautiful woman that deserved better than an abusive man hitting her day and night, she wanted better. Her eyes grew to twice their size when Jack brought his fists up to fight Claude, her gut twisted, no no no. Jack looked strong but who knew how much experience he actually had, Claude, as little experience as he had, might hurt him. Or Jack could hurt Claude, then she would be in so much trouble. Claude would beat her senseless if he won this fight, and Celeste knew it. Even though she hadn't yelled at him, he would blame her in two seconds flat. She could only watch as Claude's face turned an angry shade of red, "I don't care what you're name is, garcon. You have no right to come to my home and tell me how to treat my wife. You don't know a thing about that woman." Claude was growling by the end of his sentence, and as soon as Jack's fists were up, he lunged at him, throwing the first punch towards Jack's temple.

Jack smirked, so he thought that he had no right in calling him out on all the wrongs of his life? Well Jack would show the man otherwise, he came at Jack a lot faster than he thought he would. Jack saw the big fist coming for his head, he swerved to the left to try and avoid the mans swing, if he hit Jack in the side of the temple he'd be out for the count. Jack was smaller by a bit but he was also well muscled beneath his shirt, as well as trained in boxing, and he was quicker than the big man. Jack didn't dodge the hit completely, the man clipped Jacks neck some, sending a small shoot of pain down his shoulder. Jack ignored the pain and turned his fist and threw it under the other mans arms to hit him in the ribs, he took his other hand followed after the first, then he rolled to the side and kept the mans attention on him, so that he wouldn't go after Celeste, Jack waved Celeste to get further away from the fight. He didn't want her in any further danger, she was already getting a bruise on her cheek from this mans earlier slap. This only made Jack more angry, and want to fight more, this man needed to be taught a lesson. If Jack beating the hell out of him didn't help then he swore to himself he would find a way for this poor lady to get away from her wretched husband.

Celeste let out a gasp when Claude's fist connected with Jack's neck. Of course she'd seen fighting before, but that was between her father and brothers back at their farm house. Nothing this violent, nothing this furious and rough. Celeste wanted to run in between them, to break up their flying fists, but she didn't think her interference would help much at all, when Claude was angry he didn't stop. Claude held a slight grin on his face when he hit Jack, yes he would show this boy. He was ready to move towards his wife once done with the pest before him, he needed to teach her that this sort of thing wasn't acceptable. But when he looked up, Celeste was following Jacks instructons, backing away from the two men with a horror stricken look on her features. Claude didn't see Jack's blows coming, and took both to the ribs, letting out loud grunts of pain with each contact. He doubled over for a moment, feeling the bursts of pain in his ribs almost as if they were broken, but no, this boy couldn't have broken his ribs. Fractured, maybe. Claude glared at jack, like an angry hornet, and stepped boldly toward him, throwing an uppercut to the boys jaw. Claude didn;t know how to hit, but he knew where to hit in order to make it hurt. Celeste backed up to the driver of the carriage, keeping one eye on jack and her husband. "Stop them!! Pull them apart!!! Theyre going at each other!!!" She exclaimed, ordering the man around.