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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
2019-11-11 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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