For one of the biggest cities in the world, this place can get pretty boring
Only boring people are bored. They are the only ones whom can mange to not entertain themselves in the capital of the world.
Also, Moreau, you can’t even blame your small town up bringing, because New York is infinitely more interesting, than whatever place you crawled out of.
If I lower myself to complete this crass game;
F: Coulter, M: Zach, K: Jude.
Oh the hypothetical, you are amusing.
The Right Intentions // Jude/Valerie
Dates were never a strong point with Jude; it took him out of his comfort zone which he just didn’t like. He’d usually become an awkward mess and in high school he’d usually become sweatier but grew out of that habit as he matured. It even happened on his first date with Jetta; he just covered it up well. In Jude’s mind he felt like he was more confident than back then but that wasn’t truth. He was still extremely awkward on dates though still managed to be a gentleman at the same time which always helped him score a second and if he was lucky a third date by then all of his first day symptoms usually disappeared.
It was odd, usually by this time Jude would have been threating over his date but it was different with this one. He hardly knew Valarie Easton the only piece of information he knew or could find about her was she was from the Upper East Side. He wasn’t that too fond of that part of New York but had nothing against her. She was tall, brown haired and eyed and also attractive. How could he have anything against her? The fact she was from the Upper East Side lead Jude to believe she was rich, which she was so he had to do his best to impress her. He had his doubts about Valerie. Most people he had met from the Upper East Side were to say the least pleasant, normally they were manipulative, cunning and to put it lightly bitchy. Traits he couldn’t stand in anyone and those were the words he thought in the back of his mind people probably used to describe Valerie.
Jude was broke. He had no money because due to the fact he hadn’t had a job for two months, he could barely pay his rent but Jude knew how he could take Valerie on a good date without him paying a dime. Working so many temp jobs over the past couple of years Jude had made friends with different people who had connections all over New York. He had done favours with most of these people and it was time for a couple of them to finally re-pay him. It took brainstorm and watching five rom-coms, which he didn’t really enjoy to think of an idea for the bid auction date. It was simple yet slightly romantic. It was also cheap on his part. The thing he wasn’t too sure on was why Valerie had bid on him; they had never met before so why did she do it. He was grateful for sure but something wasn’t right.
A couple of hours before the date Jude decided to Google search the mystery girl, Valerie Easton on last time to see if anything different would come up. No new information showed only the things he already knew. Sometimes the internet was useless but he wouldn’t know what to do without it. Jude changed into a pair of jeans and a shirt; he didn’t own a suit so it’d have to do. It wasn’t like he was going to go all out for a girl he didn’t even know. Jude sent a text message to her telling to meet him at Central park.
Jude arrived at the park fairly early so it left enough time for Valerie to show up without Jude thinking he’d been stood up, if you could even get stood up on a date the other person had paid for but in the back of his mind a thought made him think that she may of only bid on him as a joke. The joke being him, some poor semi-hipster waiting for a rich upper east sider in the middle of the biggest park in New York and her not turning up. This made Jude worry until he saw her walk towards him, “Over here.” He waved at her until she noticed him, the only reason he knew she had noticed him was that she signalled him to stop waving. Jude extended his arm for her to shake, “I’m Jude, Jude Moreau.”
Leaning back into her chair, frustrated with the current conversation, Valerie repeats her question. “Are you sure?” There is an anger that is boiling within her; she had no tolerance for people failing to provide the standard of service she expects. “Yeah Miss Easton, everything that I found, I put in that file.” The voice blasts out from the speaker of her iPhone, and Valerie massages her left temple with her fingers, bored with his uselessness. She rests the weight of her head against the screen of her mobile, her elbow propped up on white lacquered surface of her desk. “Casey, I pay you find things. It is your supposed profession. Yet, you are alerting me that your search has rendered you with no new information?” Each word was aimed to rile her favoured private investigator. “Miss,” Is all he manages to supply her with. “Mr. Hildebrand; inform me of the reason for your call.” Sputtering and noises of his surroundings come through her mobile before he speaks. “There are no reservations under Jude Moreau anywhere on the Upper East Side, and I didn’t stop there, because you know I go the extra mile for you, Miss Easton.” Valerie rolled her eyes, pleased that he cannot observe her reaction. She clears her throat, wanting Casey to address the topic she actually wanted to hear and stop using up her precious time. “I asked everywhere. High low, you name it. Nothing under the name Jude Moreau in the Manhattan area.” He sleaze ball squawking was extremely grating and she silences him by bringing the call to an end; only thanking him curtly before hanging up. She had to prepare for her date later in the day.
Her chocolate brown eyes scanned the credit statement for the umpteenth time. The three zeros assaulted her vision, the knowledge caused her to physically deflated, her shoulders slumping forward in disapproval and despair. Jude Moreau was broke. She felt her body curl up and reject the word like a poison, a shiver ran across her porcelain skin. Closing the generic yellow manila folder, Valerie places the package containing the most minute details of Jude’s life back into the safe. Then Gathering her things; a quilted Dior bag, a plum cloche hat to match, dark leather gloves and a cream scarf, she made her way down to the foyer, where her maid stood, holding out her tartan grey coat. Valerie easily slipped into her winter jacket, her finger fastening buttons quickly as she stepped into the elevator. Taking out her phone, Valerie messaged the only person she could fault for her current situation, her best friend, Zach Lafreniere. If I fail this dissimulation, make my funeral tasteful.
As she exited her town car, Valerie felt the bite of New York’s winter. A smile graced her lips as she observed the light coat of snow that decorated the fauna of Central Park, the white powder reflecting the harsh light of the sun. Thankful for her various outer layers and five hundred dollar designer gumboots, the brunette walks into the park in search of her charity date. She spots him, his enthusiastic waving a beacon indicating his lack of social etiquette. Valerie returns the gesture briefly, using her spare hand to bring down the waving one, inferring that Jude should cease his movements. As she greets him with a thousand watt smile, Valerie speaks before introducing herself. “We didn’t want the police to assume that you were sending me some sort of signal. Don’t worry you’re not invisible!” Her joke aims to cover up her previous distaste, the last part was a veiled jest in reference to Jude’s powers. The words slipped so seamless passed her lips, without any specific emphasis, that to be alarmed, Jude would reveal a chink in his armour. His James Bond-esque introduction is so vexatious that her eye twitches in annoyance, and she has to turn away for a second, glancing off into the park, obscuring the left side of her face. “Well Jude, Jude Moreau. I’m Valerie Easton.” She manages to smile again, pleased that she is wearing gloves as she reaches out to politely shake his hand; shielded from his poor Brooklyn diseases. Although minus the poverty, he was mildly attractive. Jude could be considered tall in stature with board shoulders, and a curly lopsided mop of hair. His cheekbones were prominent, and his doe brown eyes were akin to her own. She would retract the mildly, if his monetary status wasn’t so frightening. “What have you meticulously planned for this charity date?” Valerie was genuinely curious, she knew every aspect of his life that was documented and then some, yet Jude had still blind sighted her on this. Valerie did always enjoy a new play thing.
Zach/Valerie - Dance Or Scheme?
The annual Lafreniere banquet held their eldest and most handsome son captive that Saturday evening. Shifting the prescription black rimmed glasses that sat comfortably on his face, Zach Lafreniere took a step closer to Marie Foster, an associate of his father’s. “Have you ever tried the salmon?” Zach cooed in an almost seductive manner, enticing the forty-something year old woman who appeared more than flattered to have his attention. If anyone could make fish sound remotely arousing, it was Zach Lafreniere. Before Marie had a chance to respond, Zach’s arm slipped onto her forearm, instantly receiving silence. “Excuse me for a moment, Ms. Foster.” He offered his award winning smile before sliding out of the conversation and going straight for the bar. Zach did not go to the bar to order himself a drink. The bar was situated perfectly, allowing him to scan his eyes across the party and note who was there and who was not. He had yet to see Camille or any of his other friends mingling with the adults. Figuring them to be hiding in the kitchen, Zach gestured the bartender to fetch him his regular drink – scotch on the rocks. The banquet was filled with only the most prestigious people from Manhattan’s Upper East Side. To his left, he spotted Cliff Washington wrapped up in a conversation with a few men he recognized to be more business associates of his father’s. These were the people that Zach Lafreniere was raised amongst. A sense of pride ran through him as his hand patted down his freshly pressed suit. It was a world he had come to love and despise all at the same time – it was his world.
Bestowing the title ‘king’ on himself was all well and good, so long as he had a queen by his side. The young woman who could only be described as being the Lady Macbeth to his relatively sane Macbeth, and that young woman could be no one other than Valerie Easton. A female duplicate of himself and possibly the only person in their world of existence who was more cunning than he, Zach admired Valerie’s work as if it was a piece by Mozart. Magnificent and statuesque, who else could be fit to rule a kingdom with? Across the room, Zach spotted the devious brunette with her own glass her alcohol. He raised his hand to her, giving her a small smirk. He gloated from the insignificant amount of attention he received from her in the brief second of eye contact they shared. Once she was finished making nice with whomever she was having polite conversation with, Zach would sweep her away. She was, after all, his best friend.
Drifting his eyes away from her, Zach regrettably looked over to where Hunter Rourke stood. The five foot seven son of Francis and Olivia Rourke did not miss an opportunity to dart over to Zach Lafreniere, the gentlemen he considered to be his mentor. It did give Zach a gratuitous amount of self-esteem to know he had his very own protégé, but having Hunter tailing his every move grew monotonous. If there was one thing Zach Lafreniere loathed, it was boredom. “Hunter,” Zach pressed out with a forced smile. His hand slapped on Hunter’s back, giving him a warm greeting. “There is a waitress over there with her underwear still intact. Why don’t you be a champ and go change that?” Zach’s finger tapped against the black rim of his glasses, his eyes rolling as he brought his scotch to his lips. He watched the Rourke boy let out a frustrated groan, like all his pent up teenage angst was seeping out gradually. Zach was not looking forward to the day Hunter discovered he in fact had some semblance of a back bone located above his rear.
Bidding Hunter Rourke a quick and swift goodbye, it didn’t take Zach a long time to drift through the crowd and make his way to Valerie. She was alone and it was only a matter of time before someone else came over to her. She had a certain charm and charisma that couldn’t turn people off. Zach recognized this trait in himself, too. “Do you think Rourke is a queer?” Zach said, approaching Valerie from the behind. The placement of his hand was questionable in public, sitting it on her hip as he moved over to her left hand side. His head leaned in close to her neck, but a safe distance to not spark up any gossip worthy conversation from on-lookers. “I swear, he is more interested in talking to me than shacking up with one of the help.” Snickering to himself, Zach gave a reluctant shrug as his hand dropped from her hip and daringly grazed against her ass, feeling the fabric of her dress. Doing such bold things in public wasn’t as daring as doing it when no one else was around. They had to look respectable in public, which of course meant not breaking off each other’s arms. “You look nice, sensible. Not comparable to the whore standing to the right of the bar,” he whispered into her ear, his words somewhat mumbled in a husky tone. “Who let her in, I do not know.” Mocking the people around the duo was a pastime that Zach would never tire of. It made him feel a whole lot better about himself, but looking in the mirror accomplished such a task as well. “Dance or scheme? Dance or scheme?” Zach repeated several times, hassling Valerie with his head tilting from side to side, giving her a tiny nudge. “I’m bored. I don’t like being bored. It’s far too boring for my taste.”
Thin dainty fingers wrapped around the stem of flute of gold bubbling champagne. Valerie Easton impatiently tapped the back of her gold ring against the glass; the rhythmic clinking amused her more than the monotonous drawl that was spilling from the man before her. One of her father’s associates baffled on about his position. Kyle Durant was a mere first year and was deemed the firm’s newest hotshot, graduated top of his class at Harvard which he has already brought up in conversation, but he was lowly none the less. His appearance gave off airs of arrogance; his meticulously gelled hair, how his coat jacket fell open revealing the Versace label, the way he smiled charmingly at the end of every supposedly witty retort. Years of dealing with businessmen and being educated social graces allowed Valerie to feign interest. Her stance concealed her inner boredom as she laughed appropriately at every interval. “Isn’t that an achievement, national mock trail champion!” She was subtlety undermining him but he was too oblivious to notice her tone; Kyle was solely and blindly focused on himself. He assumed that he was engaging; she observed a spark light up in his eyes. “In high school, college and law school.” Kyle reminded and moved closer, placing a hand on her upper arm and so easily she recognised his intentions. He thought that bedding her, the boss’s daughter, would somehow fast track his advancement within the company. Valerie had lost her virginity to one of her father’s junior partners; she was not going to taint her dignity by copulating with him, an associate. “I’m sure daddy will be expecting some great competitors for the Easton mock trail tournament.” Being light and bubbly made Valerie feel slightly repulsed by herself, and she had to caution herself to form smiles and not grimaces. Yet, slipping into the role of Mary Sunshine was a necessary evil to maintain her perfect good girl facade. The thought makes Valerie brighten that smile an extra watt. Bored with Kyle’s stale flirting, Valerie uses her ability. She partially inhabits Kyle, removing his hand from her arm and making him take a step back from her. She resists the overwhelming urge to smash his scotch glass into his mildly attractive face. The act of violence would liven up her evening, but she couldn’t risk jeopardising her public image. So, Valerie promptly tipped her flute back, dulling her urges with more Dom.
Switching her attention from Kyle, Valerie’s eyes dart to each visible face of the guests of annual Lafreniere Banquet. Without any effort or strain on her part, her gaze lands on the only person that could truly entertain her, Zach Lafreniere. Her counterpart, whom she had grown up with Zach, was the only person that knew every dimension of her. Blessed with the attributes that any cunning and perspicacious monarch needed, the duo ruled and controlled the Upper East Side with efficiency and ease, although it was common for Valerie to posses the upper hand. As quick as she looked to Zach, she turned away, regretfully settling her attention back on Kyle.
Finally having politely rid of her father’s associate, Valerie didn’t bother to be swept up in more social interaction, her subjects always approach her. “With you as a role model, Zachy, there is a very high likelihood.” She addressed the only person she had some semblance of care for, with their common and familiar banter. The positioning of Zach’s hand were a test, they were always pushing each other to the edge seeing who would retreat first. Valerie’s crimson lips formed a small smirk, and she rocked back on heels, just barely leaning into his touch, before he dropped his hands. “He just wants to be like you.” Pouting exaggeratedly, Valerie places her empty glass on tray of a passing waiter, and shifts an inch closer to Zach, waiting to see if they could prompt an outburst of disapproval. “Who could blame him? You get to spend so much time with me.” She turned around to face Zach, the fabric of her dress swishing in the movement, and arcs an eyebrow at him with a small shrug of her shoulder.
“Thank you for a compliment that mentioned the harlot at the bar.” She rolled her eyes, withholding a groan, and then glanced back to the woman in question. “This event is invite only, so perhaps your father wanted to literally woo a client.” She cocked her to the side, continuing to evaluate the low class of the lady at the bar. “He could purchased a service of higher class, but it maybe he is in business with Wallace Portia.” She quietly laughed; every person in Manhattan was well informed off the polygamous ways of the Portia family. “Do continue your spiel, your eloquence is profound.” She drawled out her words, her irritation was evident. How many times does one find it necessary to use bored? The word itself is boring, and Zach was supposed to assist in her enjoyment of this insipid event. Reaching out, she smoothed out the collar of Zach’s suit, enjoying the feel of the expensive material between her fingers. “Well,” Valerie looked up to him through her dark lashes, as she straightened out the non-existent creases; a smile on her face. “Lest we forget that I’m being forced to go on a date with the invisible cunt.” Valerie lowers her voice as she utters the profanity. Her feigned happiness evaporates, and her face falls into cold stare, she drops her hands from his jacket. “You already weaselled your way out of my surprise. It seems that NYPD received an anonymous tip about the whereabouts of escaped convict Paige Devereux.” She pauses for a beat, letting him process the knowledge she had of his actions. Then Valerie expectantly holds out her perfectly manicured hand to Zach. “If dancing helps you with scheming, then so be it.” She acquiesced. ”So, What are we going to do with Jude Moreau?” She needed something to make her date with the pauper interesting.
(via zach-lafreniere-deactivated2012)
Vindictive might as well be Valerie Easton’s middle name, but it is doubtful she’d have you thinking that with her innocent grin. However, that perfect smile can turn into a devilish smirk in a heartbeat once she sizes you up and plans on how and when she can use you to her advantage. Leading a privileged life on Manhattan’s Upper East Side, Valerie walks around feeling indestructible as she plays people in the palm of her dainty hand. Always making sure she is well-groomed and presentable, the Easton family see Valerie as their golden child and would never suspect she was up to anything meddlesome. The only thing that could possibly heighten the evil boiling beneath Valerie’s pristine surface is if she were to be equipped with a power, and thanks to her partner in crime, Zach Lafreniere, she received only the best of the best from Noah Theroux, the one who can give and take away powers. Now that Valerie is capable of possessing people, there is no question of whether she will use it for evil, only the matter of when and where. She feels inclined to corrupt the moral Jude Moreau, while also strike up a romance with the both charming and mysterious Coulter Dawson. Though she is deemed heartless, Valerie remains like any other average twenty-one year old girl, in the sense she can at times think with her heart opposed to her mind - at least when it comes to love. Valerie is very capable of destruction, but still makes note to keep her supposedly flawless reputation.
