by White Eagle » Fri Mar 31, 2017 9:36 am
Jean-Claude Lionel Cortes de Toro
Role: The Traitor ~ Age: 18 ~ Gender: Male ~ Rank: Duke of Leon, Castile and Aquitaine ~ Location: The Café ~ Tags: Taja, Rockford, Emmeline and Lucréce
After attending a ball the young duke left to his southern estate while his parents went to live in Versailles with the king's court. Jean-Claude was sick to his stomach every time he visited the palace because the king looked at him like he was a prize winning horse. The ball was a springtime ball which showed the new designers and clothing lines for this season and of course he had to be a either a designer or a model. Jean-Claude of course chose a easier job so he modeled for Calvin Klein.
Later when the shoot ended he felt queasy which caused him to throw up in the bathroom. What made things worse was that he had to sit next to the king's daughter which she practically was a nice girl but was blinded by a mirror than a see through window. She saw the class division as a positive for everyone, basically an acceptation of the phrase, 'separate but equal'. The Franco-Hispania Duke found greed and sloth as her sin and the most dangerous sin she tried so hard to hide was pride.
Anyway back to now he was still wearing a grey polo shirt, black flex jeans, and a Calvin Klein white jacket with matching Timberlands. His blue Tesla parked itself in front of a French Chateau [link removed] with a French and Spanish flag in the front. Stepping out he walked toward his mailbox. After opening it he discovered a written letter addressed to him. "How strange." Looking at the wax seal and its ornate writing caused the young man to question if he should open this. Once inside he head straight to his office to get his letter opener. "Okay, let's see what you got me into." The paper was pristine and crisp while the words were easy on the eyes as he read what it requested for him to do. Instantly he dropped the letter on the carpet and headed straight to his car. "Who found out?......Calm down let's get this over with." Looking at the clock it said 12:47 am. 'I got time to make a few stops.'
Before leaving Paris he decided to get items that would be useful if something bad happened. Adrenaline soon kicked in as he headed to the gate with his Tesla. Being the king's crowning jewel he is given diplomatic immunity and free access in and out of Paris. The guards looked at the Duke as he pulled up. "Monsieur (Mister), may I leave," he asked as he handed his identity card which they instantly lifted the gates. "Je vous remercie, bonne nuit (Thank you, good night)." With that he was now in the slums of France which looked grey and miserable. It was currently 3:29 am which shocked him but he continue on to the location.
Normally he would be lost but he soon found the location within fifteen minutes. He decided to park the car at a guard post and walk two blocks down the location with his two bags. Once entering he noticed it was empty so he sat in the corner where no light came in from. Within fifteen to twenty minutes he witness people emerge into the coffee shop. Confusion was the mood on everyone's faces and the anticipation of getting caught. Jean-Claude has witness enough so he decided to show his presence by pouring coffee and opening his basket and pulling out macaroons and cinnamon rolls. The sweeet fragrance of pastries instantly spread throughout the room. "Let's get this over with shall we? Which one of you sent me the letter? First one who talks gets some food. Now talk!" Once he uttered the command he stood with eyes pinned on the 'team'. Being thought of as a rebel is not joke because if they figured it out then how much longer with king soon follow?
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White Eagle on Wed Apr 05, 2017 10:14 am, edited 3 times in total.