Marcel (justasdangerous) wrote in thecityof, @ 2018-01-16 14:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | charlotte dilaurentis, marcel gerard |
Who: Marcel & Charlotte
What: Marcel is making moves
When: Tonight
Where: Random bar downtown
Warnings: TBD
Status: in progress
The more time Marcel spent at the gym training the locals the more ideas started to brew inside his mind. This wasn’t exactly what he wanted to do. No, he didn’t even need to do it considering that he could just compel himself a life of luxury, but it was something that kept himself from going mad. There was a lot on Marcel’s mind. The main thing being that he needed a fucking purpose here. He had been pretty damn busy recently with things that revolved around Davina learning her future. Kol’s return. Vincent’s arrival. And Klaus losing his humanity. That one had kept him busy enough. Marcel wasn’t a saint and he enjoyed indulging in the nightlife that Los Angeles had to offer. He watched Klaus while he could. Made sure he didn’t do anything too drastic before he was drawn back to his own life. Rebekah was still stuck human and in Eva’s body. Now Vincent was here ready to ground them all. Marcel was amused by it all but the more he sat there the more he knew he wanted more. He was made to rule. He had made his city back in New Orleans what it was. He was the King and he craved that again. He watched everything going on around him here in LA and he knew it all needed some kind of order. They needed someone to come to. Someone looking out for all of them. They needed lines and consequences. Otherwise shit was just going to continue to spiral out of control. There were too many different units. Too many conflicting interests and Marcel shook his head at it all. He needed something familiar back in his life. Even if it was something small. He was going to start back at square one. Take his life back here and twist it back into what he wanted. He was tired of being alone. Tired of watching his own back. He was the fucking Beast. It was time to start building his army again. Marcel found himself out at one of the bars enjoying the night. His eyes were on the locals as they partied. He was looking for something specific. Qualities he wanted in his future vampires. They needed to be smart. Strong. Loyal. Ready for whatever was thrown their way. Marcel was building his family over again. He kept his back against the wood of the bar and slowly sipped on his drink as he eyes slid slowly over the crowd. He would need another spot. Not his complex. Maybe he’d start looking for abandoned churches again. Or a gym. Somewhere secured and only for him to train them. “Let me get another.” he turned when the bartender came closer and bumped his shoulder against the person standing next to him. “My bad.” |