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[claudia]

I like to play along for now...

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The very first place Claudia wanted to see were the garden in hopes for catching sight of some roses. She wandered whether she can bring some to her room. It would be the most fantastic room ever if she were able to do it. But for now she just wanted to observe others. And by others not only were she going to see the flowers, but also the people around it. She enjoyed watching moving things. Even so she could not stand being a part of them. The ladies, chatting with their butlers, or the ones without any, all seem like little ants in a giant mound. Though, Claudia always considered herself the one which stands out the most, she always regretted ever entering Stella Fiore. It was a grand school she admitted, but the one purpose for which she came wasn't for education or socialization. It was for enjoyment. She became very bored of homeschooling and when the letter came she realized the only way to cure that boredom is to meet new people. In a way they can be fun to meet, especially the butlers of the school. Nothing like normal people they only live here to serve the ladies. Claudia loved someone who can devote themselves to serving her eternally, shielding her eternally, and become a doll for her to the end. It is perfect, and at the same time, plenty more minds can be played at.

Silently walking towards a clump of roses, Claudia inwardly chuckled. For now she must play the role of a flitting worker bee. But pretty soon, she will once again have her fun. Kneeling down, she examined the roses. To her the red seem to stand out the mot out of all colors. Tugging some stray strands of blond hair behind her neck, Claudia let one of her slender fingers touch the petak of a rose. Then skimming her fingertips over the flower, a small grin flitted onto her face. Heavily lidded blue eyes studied the roses, and breathing slowly she caught the plant's sweet fragrance. Throughout her childhood the estate in which she lived on had acres upon acres of roses. However these roses were never touchable, as they were selectively bred to be poisonous. All the young Claudia can do is marvel at their beauty, and soon she found herself with the same type of standing as they. Growing up she never had any friends. Always it was the animals and nature that had accompanied her. Claudia doesn't mind though, because her heart is content as it is.

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[RENARD ARISTIDE CHEVALIER]

The gardens sure were pretty in this place. Renard didn't exactly have gardens back home - ever since his mother had died, the one outside his father's house had been left untended and, whilst it looked rather lovely wild, it was in dire need of pruning and barely compared to this place. Renard's footsteps guided him between the beds on the soft turf, the little bit that lined the flowers that was not yet pierced by a lady's high heels. He was wearing green-and-black checkered converse shoes - the type favoured by American citizens - and his favourite pair of skinny jeans, into the pockets of which his hands were rammed at present. He had nothing in them, with the exception of the book tucked under his arm, so he put them there to keep them out of the way. His bodice was clad in a simplistic white shirt - as per usual - and the tie round his neck was blue.

Just things he had thrown on that morning, accompanied by the sweet smell of the Lynx he'd sprayed on, just quickly. He had no need to don the black suit and green shirt that hid in his wardrobe, neatly pressed and crease-free. Accepted as he had been, he was yet to be assigned to a lady, therefore his services were not required yet. He was free to wander the grounds between the few lessons that he had, and he took this opportunity heartily. The book under his arm was something he'd picked up on the subject of, uh, butlering and had been his leisure reading for the past few days. He was currently picking his way through a chapter on the pressing and cleaning of specialist clothes items, in fact. He had attempted to iron a shirt a while ago and failed pretty miserably. Well, it was crease-free, but it was now missing a sleeve where he'd burnt it off by accident.

The bookmark holding the page down was in fact made from an intricate arrangement of pressed roses. Speaking of roses, he noted he had walked into the rose area of the garden, their sweet - yet unlying bitter - fragrance filling his nostrils. One hand left his pocket to tuck back a loose strand of blonde hair and run back beneath his plaid green cap. It was nearly always sat on his head and today was no exception - off on one jaunty angle as usual. He was slightly fearing the day he would have to wear the green-and-black butler suit in his closet, he knew he would have to stop wearing this hat. That'd be a sad day indeed. Renard was just about to look around for somewhere to sit down and read, when he saw he was not alone. A lady was inspecting the petals of a particularly large rose just a little way off. Well, this was going to be awkward.

"Excuse me," Renard figured it was best to be polite. Who knew when a butler would pop up and beat the living day lights out of him if he was rude. It ddin't help she was right by a bench. "Do you mind if I sit down there and read?", the French accent was tangible in his voice as he waited for her reply.

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[claudia]

Good times can neverlast, but with these new phases comes something better. This was what Claudia had thought when she was examining the roses. Because just as she was enjoying the flowers came someone with a distinct French accent. It's unlike her to hate any newcomers to where she is standing, but something about his appearance here irritated her, just a bit. Pushing the negative emotions down, Claudia stood up and looked into the man's direction. He wasn't a butler she's sure, as his attire doesn't compliment the butler name. Which means no lady would be around in case she starts talking to him. A book was tucked in his arm and from this Claudia guessed he was searching for a place to read. Sometimes she doesn't understand why people would choose such a place to read. Wouldn't they mind the other people staring at them? Though then again not all people were like her. And it seemed this person right here was one of them. He seemed fun to talk to, and maybe she could get something important out of him.

Although the irritation were still present somehwere, Claudia's face was still the same; gentle with a playful look in her eyes. "My, my who do we have here? You know well not to disturb a lady when she's busy..." she paused and clasped her hands behind her back. "But it doesn't matter now, I'm just saying, you can sit." Her playful eyes stared into the strangers own for a second before turning around. This time all she did was look at the roses. Right now she must at least get a few names from some of the students here, particularly the ladies. Why she is doing this is currenlty ambigious, however just by meeting the first person here she had a feeling Stella Fiore is on a much more harder level than all else. Sometimes Claudia wanders why she must be so secrelty cruel to others. Perhaps its her way? Or maybe she's desperate for something?

oc; so um yeah, claudia's a ***** to write. >.<

[RENARD ARISTIDE CHEVALIER]

There was something ever so slightly creepy about her expression. He didn't mind it on the whole, but the whole keeping-the-same-expression was, though a familiar practice to him, - he knew that he himself would have to learn some emotional discipline before he became a proper butler - a weird thing to observe on a lady. Of course, he surmised, they would need to keep their facial expressions in check in such high society, but this was a bit extreme. He got the underlying impression she wasn't overly pleased to see him, and hadn't wanted to be disturbed in the least. Renard's eyes flicked to either side for a brief moment, but there was no other bench without quite a bit of walking and Renard wasn't a morning person as it was - he was still tired. He had only dragged himself out of bed in the hope of catching some older butler to learn a bit more about the layout of the academy before his training started in earnest.

"Apologies, mademoiselle," Renard tried to keep his expression passive, whilst inside he fought the temptation to roll his eyes. That sort of behaviour wouldn't do - especially to one of the academy's ladies. If she was as high-classed as the others, being rude could merit a deathwish. "I didn't immediately see you there. I shall make an attempt to look ahead in future, so this mistake won't be made." He bobbed his head, blonde hair swishing forward, in further apology. He didn't want to get off on the wrong footing here - the academy gave him the sinister feeling that once you were the enemy of one person, you were the enemy of everyone. Unless that person was extremely, extremely hated. he shifted the weight from one foot to the other as the lady continued, her voice smooth and sweet as honey.

"Well, that is very kind of you," Renard flashed a quick smile and slipped round her, before seating himself to one side of the bench, and opening his book. Cleaning Processes, the chapter title read, and he flicked one leg across the other to rest the book on top. His fingers brushed the bookmark - the pressed roses releasing a faint trickle of their luxurious scent, he could tell it apart even from the top class roses around him. "Are you sure I am not disturbing you?" Just to make sure. Renard checked himself - he didn't usually speak this eloquently. But, then again, he was in the presence of an upperclass lady, he might as well make a good impression.

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[claudia]

'CAUSE I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WHENEVER YOU'RE NEAR
OH BABY, YOU MAKE ME JUST WANNA
YOU MAKE ME WANNA PIN YOU DOWN AND TEAR YOU APART

A warm breeze lifted some stray strands of Claudia's hair. Narrowing her eyes she pushed the stray strands to the back of her ear. It always annoyed her when hair strands get in the way, because she spent so much time making sure that her hair were perfectly combed in any which way. Unlike some girls her hair was naturally wavy, something she both liked and detested. However she must be careful of her actions. A lady must not be seen constantly tucking stray hair behind her ears. And she must watch out about her dress being accidentally ripped from so much crouching. Luckily it wasn't the gown she always wore outside, so apart from the embarrassment it's okay. She could always find more within her wardrobe. And in the end she would always be the graceful woman everyone sees her as. Ever since young she had always been reminded that as a wealthy family's daughter she must present herself with elegance and dignity, something that would be favored in social events. It pleases her to know people was looking up to her and t further prooves she has the upperhand. Although there were times when the others were not giving her enough attention...like now.

Admittingly she does desperately crave attention. But all of her hard work must result in something right? And right now Claudia could feel a ragingitch in her stomach. Yes, that one. She's so quick to anger, and as the butterflies of hell fluttered into her stomach at the so called emotion Claudia's face became the more softer. Though underneath there is a terrible twisted look. Images of sadistic torture entered her mind as she glanced at the lady-less butler. He was her target, and she'll have some damn fun with him. Admittingly she can use the chance to sort out her boredom and her cravings for fulfilling stuff.

"It would ne nice if you do...because if I were to be your lady, I would be very angry." Walking up to him, her heels clicking, Claudia dropped her head down to his level and continued ,"Sometimes it's better to be a good boy and leave people alone. Because who knows what they want to do to you?"

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[RENARD ARISTIDE CHEVALIER]

The look she was giving him - this sort of thing didn't usually get to Renard. Usually he could shrug people's stares off, but this one had a slightly more sinister look to it than most did. It was almost predatory and she was disguising it well - there with her soft expression and wide, innocent eyes, baby doll face and silky smooth hair. The picture of innocence and grace, not an austere touch to her. Call it intuition and call him a woman, but there was a little voice in his head telling him that she was hiding what she really wanted to do to him. It was creepy, and he couldn't place the sensation in the back of his skull - some called it a soldier's sense, but he had never been in the army - that was telling him that this situation was not a good one, that he should leave while he had a chance, and hang the consequences. He could suffer a loss of dignity if it meant he didn't get this uncomfortable feeling.

"Eheh, yes, I will make more than just my usual effort to avoid this sort of mistake in the future," Renard turned his head to one side and nodded, avoiding making eye contact as if he would be transfixed is he did. "Perhaps it is a good thing I am yet to be assigned, so I have time to iron out these... faults in my personality and behaviour before I make a fool of myself and my lady." That should pacify her, right? Obviously not. She took it upon herself to approach, the sunlight that filtered down from the sky ringing her head in a rather ironic halo. Renard attempted to avoid looking directly at that soft, yet still almost carniverous expression that she wore. The lady had leaned down to his level, golden curls framing her picturesque face as she came down to his level. "I can imagine my lady would be angry if I did such a thing, indeed."

"I agree most definitely, my lady," Renard felt himself actually leaning back a little, then his back met the wood of the bench behind him and he had nowhere to go without being even ruder. This was insane. How could just one look from this lady scare him in this manner? She was, after all, a lady of the academy, one who walked in the highest circles of society and had probably, knowing the school's reputation, danced in the presense of royalty. He stopped himself cringing. "Indeed, you can never be, ehm, sure what someone wants with you - ladies should be particularly careful. You are more valuable to society than many realise." Maybe flattery would have her backing off. He somewhat doubted it. "That's what we butlers are here to do - to make sure no one hurts you." Which made them basically guards. But then again, who guards the guards?

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[claudia]

A smirk curled up into Claudia's face and she could almost hear the man's heart beating in his chest. It is moments like these when she feels she really is the queen. Despite the fact she shouldn't be so reckless in showing others her true side, Claudia couldn't help 'teasing' the blonde haired male more. Her thirst for fun hasn't been quenched and it would take more than a few simple sentences to make her give up. Now her anger had partially subsided and a new feeling welled up into her. Addiction. It's not for this male himself but for her. Claudia is drawn to making people feel this way about herself. She wants to see the fear, the anger, the surprise once she showed this side. It was twisted in a way, but even Claudia couldn't help it. Now she stared straight at the man's face, a gleeful face hidden under her mask. Suddenly her shoulders starts shaking a little. Claudia was laughing, a laugh some might interpret as someone having the time of their life. Albeit it's not an outburst, one still can hear the chilliness hidden within. She had never seen such a face from somebody else. And it's really funny to the point she wanted to laugh. [/size]

She leaned beside the male's ear, her intention fully clear. "Of course, because in the end, it will be your kind whom bleeds for me..." She give him an innocent peck on the cheek, completely opposite of her comment a second ago. Now her face became an amused one as she stood back and examined his reaction and tilted her head to the left a bit. "Oh did I say something? I'm sorry but I'm...just in a bad mood today."

[RENARD ARISTIDE CHEVALIER]

The intimacy was still getting to him. Renard didn't dare move - she was too close for him to slipe past and make an ever-so-slightly dignified exit. He had that caged feeling, and could feel his own heartbeat increasing, a prickling of fear running down his spine. Who knew one lady could be so dangerous, could instill that amount of fear on a man who could very easily overpower her - however detrimental to his career that would be. The back of the bench, weather worn wood and the occasional deeply inserted screw, was pressing into his shoulder blades through his shirt and he had the feeling he would have a slight stain across his back from where the lichen will have rubbed off. He had no time to regret this decision to lean so far back, her eyes - and their hidden predatorial nature - had captivated him. He was caught like a rabbit in the headlights as she leaned down by his ear, half expecting to feel her teeth graze along his cheek.

"T-That is right, m-lady," her quiet laughter had unnerved him further. Een underneath its somewhat playful, simplistic tone he felt like a chill wind had swept through him, despite the relatively sunlight area they were in in the garden. Renard shifted uncomfortably, hands either side of him and book to one side, but he didn't dare move any further, feeling her cold breath against his ear. Then her lips pressed lightly against his cheek, just a quick peck but he had to fight the instinctal feeling to flinch away. He was still trapped in front of her, and whilst most people would probably have liked such an upperclass lady to look at them in this manner, it only served to put Renard off further - he didn't like the feeling of being eyed as if he was dinner, laid out on a silver platter before her, dressings, seasonings and all.

"It's not a problem, if anything I am the one at fault here," Renard replied uneasily as she drew back. It gave him breathing space but he couldn't make himself relax. His hands hadn't moved from his side until now, but his left fliced up tentatively to tug his tie straighter in a nervous manner. Maybe, now that he had space, just maybe he could slip past her and disappear before she did anything... worse. He tried not to think about what she would do if he remained in her presence much longer. The verbal torture was already eating away at him - reduced to the prey in her hungry eyes. Despite her apology, she looked anything but in a bad mood - if you just looked att he surface. Renard edged to the left and again found himself trapped - this time by his shut book. He really did have nowhere to hid from that carniverous face.

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[claudia]

'CAUSE I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WHENEVER YOU'RE NEAR
OH BABY, YOU MAKE ME JUST WANNA
YOU MAKE ME WANNA PIN YOU DOWN AND TEAR YOU APART

Just as quickly as she had a moment ago, Claudia's face begin to show a strong sign of playfulness, as if she had just played a very good joke. She loved seeing people like this, men particularly. However it wouldn't be just men that she would play with. The ladies in this area seem to be kept very mild mannered, and she's interested to see their reaction. Though she needs to change tactics, because her intimate advance on this man over here cannot be used on the same gender as her. Not that anyone would mind however, since there are such people around who was open to all genders. Claudia herself wasn't entirely sure who she feels attracted to, and it amuses her to think there would be some people here that seem to also fit the image perfectly. Now she finds seeing the same person boring again, as the amusement had been this much. If he had showed more physical reaction then drawing back she might have continued playing sweet torture on him. Not that she was gonna rape him of course. She hates getting her hand and mind filthy with these. But there were times when the situation got very close to one.

"You had been a great toy."

[/b] Claudia begin, her smirk all the more gentle yet chilly. "Perhaps we may meet again sometimes, for now I must go." She took a few more steps backwards, completely ignoring what he had just said. Not that she also remembers. Hopefully in the near future Claudia and this boy can meet again, he's the first person she met and even if he's a bit weak doesn't mean he would be the same next time.
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[ALEXEI FERNAND ADRIANO]

I T U R N ON A DIME, S P I N ME AROUND.
so you can S H I N E , shine right now !!

Alexei had finally gotten his letter. It had told him to meet in the main entrance, but the only lady he had seen was in the garden. So even if this wasn't her, he could at least ask. The garden was beautiful. He wasn't surprised though, everything at Stella Fiore was. But this happened to be exceptional. He closed his eyes for a moment, to absorb the scents deep into himself. It was relaxing, a blessing had come to him in the form of a garden. The fact it had taken him this long to recieve his letter had sort of gotten to him.

When his eyes opened again, the Lady he had seen was coming directly toward him. Well, he had no choice but to stop her. What if she was who he'd be serving? "Excuse me, madame." Alexei bowed deeply before her. "I have at long last been assigned to a Lady, but there wasn't a beautiful female in sight in the main entrance. Would you happen to know a Claudia Dusseu? I am her butler now. My apologies for stopping you from taking leave." His words came smoothly and naturally. He'd spent a long time training for this moment, and as he straightened, he looked into this lady's eyes. She was gorgeous, he had to admit. Very slender, well kept. Alexei didn't really spend time staring at women, it was just rude, but he couldn't really help it with her. Besides, he hadn't seen that she hadn't been alone.

Alexei could only hope that she knew where he could find this Miss Dusseu, or had at least heard of her. He couldn't even dream he'd be lucky enough to have stumbled across her, could he? That would have been great luck indeed.