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Tweak says, "COOKIE MONSTAH!!"

Charles Renmont (shot_inthedark) wrote in zionmystiqueic,
@ 2019-11-03 03:47:00

Entry tags:

!november, !thread, charles, zzjuliette

Who: Charles Renmont & Open
When: November 3rd, Evening.
Where: Around Zion
What: Out for a stroll.
Rating/Warnings: TBD
Status: Incomplete and Open

An earnestly quizzical expression flashed across the man's face as the 'cowboy' found himself staring out across the desert from where he stood near the edge of the tents. Truth be told Charles had no clue where he was now, beyond being with the carnival. Though to be fair he rarely knew where he was, or how he had gotten there. For most of his adult life Renmont had merely drifted through his days. Quite content to go with the flow, provided it flowed near money to pay for his necessities and creature comforts. Oh he could recall his performance; the exhilaration of riding around at a gallop astride his horse, sometimes even blindfolded and standing on the saddle as he fired his guns at the targets. Sure the Wild West Show was a bit cheesy in this modern age, yet during his more dangerous stunts...well that was when Charles felt most like himself. No skull splitting headaches. No fog of substances addling his brain. Just that feeling of being alive, and the rush that came with dancing with death.

Here and now though, a few hours after the show had come to an end, Charles found himself once more firmly entrenched in the fuzzy grip of his 'home remedy' mixture. Even as his slightly glazed over eyes drifted across the beautiful desert landscape the gentleman cowboy slowly took a swig from his flask. Downing the whiskey/laudanum cocktail, and wincing at the bitter taste that he never really got used to. As bitter as the liquid was, and as much as it made him sick from over use, Charles knew he'd be much worse off without that foul substance. Already the latest migraine was starting to rear it's ugly head, so before things got too bad Renmont decided to get a jump on his medicine. A few more gulps later had him feeling nice and numb, and so with a slight nod to himself he tucked the flask back into his coat pocket before turning his focus back to the carnival...trying to spot where the Mess Tent was setup, or at least where his own wagon was parked since he was a bit turned around presently.

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truetostyle
2019-11-06 02:28 am UTC (link)

Mm, he was already somewhere else. She could hear it in his heartbeat, already heavy with his--well, she hesitated to call it medication. Juliette didn't know what was wrong with him. Perhaps he had the consumption and none of them knew it. It wouldn't matter either way. The medication would have ended up being the same. Sure as Hell didn't matter to her being dead and all, as she snuggled up to his side.

"We are outside of Tucson, mon cher," she told him with a hint of a smile. "It feels like such a long time since I was so far out west," Juliette sighed softly, almost wistfully. She had come out this way after her escape, looking for something, anything to explain what the Hell she had become. There was nothing but bright sun and venomous snakes - some walking on two legs. Although she watched him reach for the flask, she didn't stop him. "Where would you like to be now? I can take you. I have the time."

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shot_inthedark
2019-11-06 02:44 am UTC (link)

The news that he was officially in Arizona was both a surprise, yet something of a pleasant one all the same. After all this place had been home to so many legends long ago. A landscape carved out by rough riding men, whose hands were quick as lightning when it came time to fight for what was theirs. Oh even a bit tipsy, and a tad high, Charles knew that those days were gone and not returning. The Wild West had died as 'progress' took over, and steered the nation towards a supposed brighter tomorrow. Where once only dirt trails and horses could be found, now paved roads and even electric cars had taken over. Here though, amidst the dusty desert, Renmont felt downright at home.

Sure it should have been alarming that he he missed the whole trip. That he had been so out of it that Charles couldn't honestly recall the trek out this way at all. Yet in place of worry or fret was that old familiar warmth of the laudanum. Smoothing away the pain and everything else too. The question of where he wished to be finally drew his focus back from those muddled thoughts. After taking another little sip from the flask the man finally spoke up at last. "Here suits me just fine, my dear. I've always fancied stepping foot in this place, and having you as my companion doesn't sound terrible at all. Tell me, Juliette. Have you ever seen a sky so clear and full of stars like this?"

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truetostyle
2019-11-06 04:04 am UTC (link)

This was the right place for Charles to be even if those 'wild west' men as she knew them had long since died out. There were still ranches and cattle drives and all that but it wasn't as lawless as it had been. Perhaps that was for the best. The lawlessness had come with a harsh price that she had paid too often, as did some of her compatriots in the human zoo. The world was changing so quickly and often times, Juliette wasn't sure how to cope with the madness of it.

She hummed softly as she looked up at the sky. It wasn't something she did often, almost afraid that the sun would suddenly shoot into the sky and burn her alive if she did. Even now, she tensed as she looked. But it was just the darkness and the stars. "Mm, a long time ago in Colorado," she frowned slightly, "It was the first time I had ever seen the night sky in a very long time." The latter statement was murmured more to herself than meant for him. "Stars mean... liberté," she smiled faintly.

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shot_inthedark
2019-11-06 05:08 am UTC (link)

The gentleman-cowboy could be so mercurial when it came to his moods. Never truly crass or belligerent by any means, yet the mixture of booze and the tincture of opium could lead Charles down some rocky paths. More often then not he tended to linger somewhere between unconscious or down right social; functioning on all cylinders or simply passing out depending on how much he took to combat the migraines. As of his present mood though Renmont was the very model of bewilderment and merriment all rolled into one. There was something about that crisp desert air, and the fact that this head only mildly throbbed thanks to his self medicating ways. Something about her scent, and the feel of Juliette's arms around his waist as well, that drew a warm and real smile to the man's lips too.

"Freedom indeed, my delicious desert flower. I doubt we'll draw nearly as sizable a crowd as we would in a more populated area. Still I find myself the very picture of elation, being away from the bustling cities at last." Even as he spoke Charles pocketed his flask again, this time even turning in her arms to come face to face with the vampire when he was done with that. With one hand of his own moving to rest on her waist, the man took her other in his free hand and brought it too his lips where he placed a little kiss upon it. "What of you though, darling? Where is it that you'd wish to be in this moment?"

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truetostyle
2019-11-06 09:25 pm UTC (link)

Charles Renmont was a treat when he wasn't medicated to the point of unconsciousness. She wondered what he would have been like when she was young. Would he have been gallant enough to steal her away to her freedom? Juliette liked to imagine so but all she had was the now, the pale, sickly thing that still managed to perform and earn his daily bread. And he was alive - something she craved deep in her marrow whether she wanted to admit it or not.

She couldn't help chuckling - delicious desert flower? He was in a good mood. "You may be surprised. There's the train station, the airfield - people constantly coming and going, looking for a distraction we happily provide." Tucson wasn't exactly a hub of international trade but it was growing rather rapidly for where it was and copper was still flowing out of the mountains.

Darkly-lined eyes lifted to meet his gaze in amusement as he turned to face her properly, a neat eyebrow lifting with her curiosity. It took effort to fight back her smile as he lifted her hand and kissed it but his question took her aback. Juliette searched his face for a moment, deciding that the truth was likely not the answer he was looking for. "Where ever my feet are and whatever way is forward," she answered finally, lifting her hand from his waist to hook a finger in his shirt collar, tugging him gently down as she lifted on her toes to sneak in a proper kiss - nevermind the carnival patrons as they came and went.

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shot_inthedark
2019-11-09 07:23 am UTC (link)

With effortless ease his smile warmed, while those half laden eyes of his drank in the sight of Juliette being silhouetted by the soft illumination of the carnival behind her. Truth be told Charles had no clue what to make of the woman. Oh she was beautiful, compassionate, and simply watching her beautiful performances certainly had his heart hammering away within his chest. Still she, along with a few others in Zion, seemed more than a little wrapped up in the whole supernatural stic. Sure he was a grown man playing the part of a cowboy for coins, so Renmont didn't begrudge he at all for portraying a creature of the night. Especially when she already possessed such an enthralling nature...that could make even the strongest of men weak at the knees with just a glance.

Of course a part of him merely thought her a tad silly for going so far as to have the fangs, yet the modern cowboy was never clear headed enough to fully grasp just how real the darker side of the world could be. Nor did the 'rational' mind ever easily accept the unexpected, when a logical explanation could just as readily be found. Despite it all Charles had no qualms with her claims to be a vampire, and even the occasional feel for her teeth against his neck tended to draw out a low wanton whimper from him too. Just hearing her chuckle here and now had that grin of his growing brighter with every second; and when Juliette chimed in once more about the area Renmont nodded at last.

"Well being surprised is always nice, darling. Not that it happens often, yet if they had a decent bar or two around...well a proper night out on the town, with an inestimable beauty such as yourself on my arm, could be fun." Her answer wasn't what he expected it to be, yet there was no real disappointment in what was offered either. She was an enigma to him. Breathtaking, seductive, and an angel to be sure...well perhaps a fallen one, yet still an angel all the same. Before he could say another word, or even contemplate the vampire's answer further, that kiss of hers drew him near. And with a little muffled moan Renmont kissed her back with fervor and fire.

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truetostyle
2019-11-11 09:41 pm UTC (link)

One of these days... One of these days, Charles Renmont would know the truth of the creatures residing in the carnival. Maybe he would catch her feeding or finally count the lack of a heartbeat as real rather than a hallucination from the copious amounts of laudanum. One day he might see through the opioid haze into the heart of Zion and notice more than he ever wanted. What then? Would he run? Would he stay? She didn't think anyone would begrudge him the former.

And sometimes she worried that he had far more affection for her than was necessarily healthy. It was never prudent to feel more than base lust for a whore after all - and make no mistake, she knew exactly what she was at the end of the day. But perhaps it was the same. She could have fed from him any time she wanted, made him desire her more, be forced to answer her call - but she hadn't. And that was a weakness. "Taking me out on the town? I would have nothing to wear - and that would cause quite the stir, I think."

Juliette would never claim anything angelic about herself. She was a demon incarnate - perhaps not literally, but close enough. Her one weakness was children but she would never admit it out loud. That would be dangerous. Charles gave into her so easily, met her teasing with fire. She could taste the liquor and laudanum on his lips. As much as she might have taken more from him right there, she pulled back after a moment though Juliette stayed close, "I have a little time before I have to dance, if you'd like to come back to my wagon." That could have meant anything between them - conversation, her helping to fight his headaches, more. It would be up to him.

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shot_inthedark
2019-11-16 04:06 am UTC (link)

Ignorance was bliss. Or so the saying went. When it came to Charles though, he tended to rather enjoy the uncomplicated lifestyle he was living. No real thought given to anything at all. Merely wandering through life in a sweet bliss filled haze that helped mask the never ending pain. Touched by fate, or luck, or maybe even the devil himself...Renmont seemingly breezed through life with almost inhuman ease. That gift of his came at a steep price to be sure; the constant migraines nearly enough to cripple him altogether, but the physical pain was a price he endured and that luck of his saw the man through the worst of things. Maybe one day he would see the carnival with clear mind and eyes alike, and realize that the world was far more complicated then he knew. Or perhaps he'd just continue to dance and court death without a care in the world until death finally decided it was time to take the reckless cowboy.

Here and now though such matters never stirred within the man's mind. If anything Charles simply smiled with ease a Juliette spoke of causing a stir due to her lack of appropriate attire. Earnestly the gunslinger found it easy to be near the vampire. Found it far more enjoyable to share her company, and a bit of mischief too. So without missing a beat her flirted back, even pausing to briefly tease her lower lip with the faintest of playful nibbles before speaking up again. "Well as much as I delight in a bit of a stir, we could always simply see about purchasing you a few new dresses or whatnot, Miss Juliette." Money really meant nothing to him, beyond using it to stay comfortably stocked with his much needed medicine or to buy himself so company or clothing. So truthfully the cowboy had no issue with offering to purchase her a new wardrobe if that was what she wished.

However when she brought up retiring to her wagon for a bit, well all thoughts of a shopping excursion fell to the wayside. "Well now that does sound like a mighty fine way to pass the time, darling. We can play a few hands of cards, maybe even wile away the time dancing beneath those soft sheets of yours as well." It wasn't love he felt for her. Oh base lust was always there to be sure, yet honestly the vampire was simply good company. It didn't bother Charles in the slightest that he sometimes paid for her time. Nor did he care that she danced for others either. No Juliette was a friend, and a boon one at that, who seemingly shared his appetite for pleasure and good conversation too. Plus in the modern cowboy's opinion, the two of them were also clearly the best dressed and most stylish around...even if the prudish locals could rarely appreciate the woman's sense of fashion. Or lack of clothing.

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