Come One, Come All!

OOC- I'm going to be deactivating soon...

Tue, 12 Jun 2012 11:25:06 -0700

I figured you all deserved an explanation, at the very least. Life is really busy and I don’t have as much time as I did to roleplay to my heart’s content. I have to let go of a few characters…as much as it sucks. I have to narrow it down to just a few. I’m moving out of my dad’s house, trying to get a license/car (at nineteen, I should have that already), find a new job, work on costumes (I’m a seamstress as well), and…with the latest news from the creator of The Devil’s Carnival, it looks like I’ll be putting on the first shadow cast of TDC in my state. That means a LOT less time to myself. As much fun as roleplay is to me, this is an opportunity I can’t pass up and things I need to concentrate everything on. I loved rping with you all as long as I could and I’m sorry for doing this.

Thank you, everyone, for understanding.

-Clopin

A King's Welcome

Tue, 05 Jun 2012 18:38:43 -0700

streetwisegypsy:

everythingisupsiedaisy:

“Child, child…” He sighed and shook his head, bringing his gaze away from the dark haired woman. “That lass is just a mere waitress. I need a woman with more spunk. Someone more exciting.”

Clopin knew it was a shallow thing to say, but it was the truth. A woman such as herself was only good for a fun night…and a fun night only. It would be awhile before he ever found the “girl of his dreams”.

He raised his goblet of wine into the air and waved it a bit. “Here’s to love and the treacherous journey to find it.”

She laughed, only a little bitter, and raised her own goblet to clink against his before taking a drink. The wine was sweet, though it wasn’t very old. Things were usually received second-hand at the Court.

Imagining Clopin with a love was almost as strange as imagining herself with one; honestly, who had the time? She couldn’t be busy dodging the clutches of the Parisisan guards every day and worry about another person entirely. It was sad, but true; and Esmeralda had already hardened herself when it came to love after Nikolae turned out to be such a disappointment.

It wasn’t as if there weren’t any offers; her profession gave her the ‘privilege’ of garnering the affections of many a watchful man, but she knew very well they only liked the show. No one was interested in the girl behind the flashy show outfits, the provocative dancing. No one cared to know what was in her mind because they were too busy oggling at her body.

“Do you ever think you’ll find love, Clopin?” She asked, her gaze cast downwards as she nonchalantly stroked her slender finger around the rim of her goblet.

“Love?” He repeated, turning the word over in his head. Of all the women he might have had relations with, he never once thought to be in love with them. He would show them the night of their life and then turn around to leave them. He hurt women and he knew it. The only woman he sought to keep happy was Esmeralda.

Could he actually find a love of his own? Was it possible for him? He felt it would take an amazing woman to win over his heart. Breathtakingly beautiful, clever, funny, and adventurous. That would be his kind of woman. He nodded, as if accepting this.

“Esme, if you find a woman who you think is worthy of me, you let me know.” He tilted his goblet up to his lips, a coy smile present on them. “Then we shall see.”

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Sat, 02 Jun 2012 15:50:57 -0700

sarroora: A-MAZING colors! Clopin (from Disney’s Hunchback of...

Sat, 02 Jun 2012 07:50:02 -0700

sarroora:

A-MAZING colors!

Clopin (from Disney’s Hunchback of Notre Dame) fanart from the Internet

A King's Welcome

Fri, 01 Jun 2012 22:19:24 -0700

streetwisegypsy:

everythingisupsiedaisy:

“Child, child…” He sighed and shook his head, bringing his gaze away from the dark haired woman. “That lass is just a mere waitress. I need a woman with more spunk. Someone more exciting.”

Clopin knew it was a shallow thing to say, but it was the truth. A woman such as herself was only good for a fun night…and a fun night only. It would be awhile before he ever found the “girl of his dreams”.

He raised his goblet of wine into the air and waved it a bit. “Here’s to love and the treacherous journey to find it.”

She laughed, only a little bitter, and raised her own goblet to clink against his before taking a drink. The wine was sweet, though it wasn’t very old. Things were usually received second-hand at the Court.

Imagining Clopin with a love was almost as strange as imagining herself with one; honestly, who had the time? She couldn’t be busy dodging the clutches of the Parisisan guards every day and worry about another person entirely. It was sad, but true; and Esmeralda had already hardened herself when it came to love after Nikolae turned out to be such a disappointment.

It wasn’t as if there weren’t any offers; her profession gave her the ‘privilege’ of garnering the affections of many a watchful man, but she knew very well they only liked the show. No one was interested in the girl behind the flashy show outfits, the provocative dancing. No one cared to know what was in her mind because they were too busy oggling at her body.

“Do you ever think you’ll find love, Clopin?” She asked, her gaze cast downwards as she nonchalantly stroked her slender finger around the rim of her goblet.

“Love?” He repeated in a questioning way. He tilted his head to one side and furrowed his brows as he thought about it. Could he ever find love? A girl worth his time and admiration? “Well…I suppose one day, mon cher. It just takes time. Hopefully I’ll find her soon.”

His eyes were downcast. He really did want to meet his one true love. He wanted a girl for himself. Someone to call his own. Would it be possible for him? Who knew. Suddenly, he cracked a grin and reached over the table to take her hand. “The only woman I need is you, Esme. You take up a lot of space in my heart. However, if you find a lucky lass who would like to take up the remainder of it, you let me know.”

He winked, took his drink, and downed it all in one gulp.

sarroora: Clopin Trouillefou, a wonderful coloring of a Clopin...

Fri, 01 Jun 2012 16:01:03 -0700

sarroora:

Clopin Trouillefou, a wonderful coloring of a Clopin fanart by *kibasennin. Click on the image to go to the original!

kokonoel: EASTER WONDERLAND,2012 on Flickr.

Fri, 01 Jun 2012 07:51:32 -0700

kokonoel:

EASTER WONDERLAND,2012 on Flickr.

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Thu, 31 May 2012 15:56:41 -0700

Here in the Court of Miracles @Clopin

Thu, 31 May 2012 10:51:45 -0700

runthehiddenpinetrails:

everythingisupsiedaisy:

runthehiddenpinetrails:

Pocahontas awoke in the middle of the night in a sweat. The usual nightmares of her past plagued her senses. She looked across the tent to see that Esmeralda was still sleeping. Pocahontas breathed a sigh of relief and rose to leave the tent. She put on her mocasins and walked out into the Court. Everyone slept and the entire vast space was silent. She crept through the catacombs, remembering the way easily, and out into the open air. Only when she reached the nearby chapel in the cemetary did she allow heself to breathe and let the tears fall. She felt a breeze around her shoulders and knew her mother and John were with her. She smiled, and layed down on the grass to look up at the sky.

Clopin was strolling home from the streets of Paris when he noticed a woman laying in the grass. Again, it had been another long night, and he wasn’t returning home until the wee hours of the morning. He walked up quietly and peered down at the girl.

“Bonjour, fair maiden!” Clopin’s voice piped. He was loud, being that it was early in the morning. He didn’t have much volume control, admittedly. He noticed tears staining her cheeks, which made him quiet his voice. “Oh my, you are not weeping, are you?” He crouched down next to her and began to wipe away her tears with his glove.

Pocahontas nearly screamed when and unfamiliar man greeted her. She was very lost in thought. She noticed he was a gypsy, like Esmeralda, and knew he would not harm her. “Wingapo, and thank you” She said to him, accepting his glove for her tears. “I was just… lost in thought I think. I awoke from a nightmare and needed to get some air.”

“I see…have you been staying in…the court?” He asked her, cautiously. Not knowing whether or not she knew of the court was difficult. He couldn’t let on that there really existed a Court of Miracles or give away it’s location. He took a moment to scratch behind his neck. Fleas? Hopefully not, in his luscious hair.

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Thu, 31 May 2012 07:53:01 -0700

Here in the Court of Miracles @Clopin

Wed, 30 May 2012 18:21:37 -0700

runthehiddenpinetrails:

Pocahontas awoke in the middle of the night in a sweat. The usual nightmares of her past plagued her senses. She looked across the tent to see that Esmeralda was still sleeping. Pocahontas breathed a sigh of relief and rose to leave the tent. She put on her mocasins and walked out into the Court. Everyone slept and the entire vast space was silent. She crept through the catacombs, remembering the way easily, and out into the open air. Only when she reached the nearby chapel in the cemetary did she allow heself to breathe and let the tears fall. She felt a breeze around her shoulders and knew her mother and John were with her. She smiled, and layed down on the grass to look up at the sky.

Clopin was strolling home from the streets of Paris when he noticed a woman laying in the grass. Again, it had been another long night, and he wasn’t returning home until the wee hours of the morning. He walked up quietly and peered down at the girl.

“Bonjour, fair maiden!” Clopin’s voice piped. He was loud, being that it was early in the morning. He didn’t have much volume control, admittedly. He noticed tears staining her cheeks, which made him quiet his voice. “Oh my, you are not weeping, are you?” He crouched down next to her and began to wipe away her tears with his glove.

becausesometimesdreamsdocometrue: The Fire by alicexz.

Wed, 30 May 2012 15:58:34 -0700

becausesometimesdreamsdocometrue:

The Fire by alicexz.

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Wed, 30 May 2012 11:00:41 -0700

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Wed, 30 May 2012 11:00:10 -0700

@Phoebus-

Wed, 30 May 2012 10:59:33 -0700

It was no surprise that Clopin had a strong dislike for Paris’ guards and the minister himself. Everyone knew it to be true. He would go to the ends of the Earth to free the gypsies from their oppression, but these men stood in his way.

Clopin glared down at a man with golden hair. He sat atop a building, lounging about on a roof. It was a hot day and sweat had begun to bead down the side of his face. He hopped from the roof, to a balcony, and finally to the ground below. He landed perfectly with his hands on his hips. Clopin always had been a bit more flexible and acrobatic than others. He smirked, knowing this. However, his moment of private gloating was interrupted as he heard the captain call out to the rest of his guards. He sneered and approached the man.

“You there! Pipe down, will you? There are some of us who are trying to enjoy the day without your oafish voice bellowing out into the air.” Clopin waved his arms about, gesturing to the air around them.

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Wed, 30 May 2012 07:52:33 -0700

becausesometimesdreamsdocometrue: Esmerelda by ShannonDenise.

Tue, 29 May 2012 15:57:32 -0700

becausesometimesdreamsdocometrue:

Esmerelda by ShannonDenise.

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Tue, 29 May 2012 07:56:37 -0700

where did you learn to sing like that you have extreamely powerful lungs

Tue, 29 May 2012 03:22:02 -0700

“Well actually, my friend, I was born this way.”

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Mon, 28 May 2012 22:17:58 -0700