i aim to misbehave

[James Vaughn]

TAG: @francescab

i have sworn

TO DO VERY FOOLISH THINGS

For those who knew Vaughn, his dislike for upperclassman was no secret. He hardly concealed his hatred for them, and had no qualms with making this known. So of all places, in all of the damn country . . . an event hosted by a family of nobility, where other families of nobility would be frequenting in large numbers . . . was indeed the last place anyone would expect James Vaughn to be. But, he was not here without purpose. His time at sea often left him away for lengthy periods of time, and with the seasons that would pass, came with it more and more noble asses that were coming out into society. And thus, more potential for profit.

So Vaughn had come with his family; his mother, her husband and whatever siblings that he apparently had and should get to know -- which he had no interest in. With her re-remarriage came the changed family name, so he would honor being the last Vaughn and did not wish to waste breath on members that were not part of it. But, they did provide a good way to get in on this event that was the talk of the ton it would seem. So as Vaughn entered, he was keeping sight of everything. He had already managed to swipe a few pieces of gold and valuable trinkets here and there, merely for the thrill rather than the need for it. Wealth and money was no issue for him . . . his accumulation of it still standing strong. But, there was no thrill with earning a living the honest way.

Every night there was some overly extravagant event and tonight was no exception. He found himself outside the main estate, leaning against the wall in the back, hiding in the shadows. He clothing was decently put together, maintaining his colour of choice: black, with a hat to match that was titled downward . . . allowing him to fully camouflage in the darkness of the night. He was smoking a cigarettes when he noticed a young woman come out. She was a pretty little thing and from what he had gathered in his time here thus far, part of the hosting family. Watching her for a few moments, he finally spoke, making his presence known. "Isn't it rude for the hostess to leave her own event?" He said with a smirk, clear mockery in his tone for he did not for a second belief that ridiculous logic. All the rules of etiquette would drive a person mad . . . and he did not need them for his own descent into madness.

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Frannie loved and hated the events that her family threw.  She loved meeting new people and having them at her own home gave her plenty of places to escape to when it was too much.  The hate was the constant demand of being a hostess which was exhausting and never ending until the company finally departed.  Tonight was no different, she was dressed in her newest blue gown and working hard to make sure that all their guests were properly greeted until she ran into this man.

Staring at him who dared to address her so boldly and disrespectfully.  Franne turned to look him over, he was dressed in all black and smoking, the smoke seemed to surround him but yet his face was handsome as she glared to him before she managed to put her polite hostess smile on her face.  I wasn't leaving, I was just going to get some air.  Who are you?  She demanded to know as she stood there.  The hostess is still allowed to take breaks.

James Vaughn

[James Vaughn]

TAG: @francescab

i have sworn

TO DO VERY FOOLISH THINGS

Vaughn scoffed, a chuckle of amusement escaping him when she shifted her glare to one more fitting of a polite hostess. But . . . polite was not always the most fun. And for him, he was far from a gentleman. "Easy there," he teased. "You may stretch your lips too much should you continue to force that smile upon your face." Despite his . . . lack of etiquette, he also knew he had to have some limitations here.

He did not wish to get dragged off by the Bow Street Runners and make a big scene among those that he could learn far more from. Taking another puff of his cigarette, he exhaled with the smoke surrounding him before fading, taking in her next words. "I suppose she is," he played along. "But is it taking a break if you continue to play the perfect little hostess with me?" He said mockingly, referring back to that perfectly formed smile she transitioned to with us each. "You look far better when you scowl," he added on with amusement.

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His comment about her stretching her lips to smile again made Frannie scowl at him.  Who did this man think that he was?  No other gentleman had ever behaved so rudely, it made her furious!  Suddenly she wanted to slap him but she knew that she had to hold her temper in check somehow.  Then his words, I guess that I should not have bothered trying to be nice to you, you are just.... ugh, so rude!

She sighed and looked down seeing both her hands were clenched tight in fists ready to pummel him.  I look better scowling?  Do you tell that to all the ladies then?  Glaring at him she stepped closer to him, she could not decide if she wanted to slap him... or... something else.

James Vaughn

[James Vaughn]

TAG: @francescab

i have sworn

TO DO VERY FOOLISH THINGS

The more irritated and angry she grew with him, the more encouraged and amused he was. A terrible combination yet one that spurred on his provoking remarks, finding entertainment in the entire exchange. "And yet, you cannot help it, can you?" He asked her mockingly when she said she should not have bothered trying to be nice to him. Vaughn knew he was not deserving of it of course, but that was not what had an ongoing smirk upon his features. "You feel compelled to be kind to all, deserving or not, for that is the appearance one must carry." He truly did not know how these people did not break under the need to portray such . . . perfection. Constantly.

"Does it ever become exhausting?" A somewhat rhetorical question, for if she had answer he was clearly hear to listen. Not out of any show of support but rather, just to find any truth to his words. She stepped closer to him, and his smirk was more evident. He could see the tightness to her, the clenching of her fists, the scowl upon her fair features that intensified. She asked him if he said this to all the women. "Only to those who look strained from having to smile at all times." More teasing. "Why not let yourself go, just this once." Yes. He was continuing to provoke her to see if there would be any amusing outcome. Evidently, he was not the best influence . . . on anyone. "After all, you look quite angry right now," he further mocked. "Keeping that inside at all times truly must be maddening." Vaughn himself had a quick temper but he never suppressed it. The rage was revealed to whomever prompted it . . . or whomever was near to experience it.

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This man, the more he spoke the more irate Frannie was becoming.  He was mocking her and judging her when he had no right.  He was nothing to her and yet his words bothered her.  She stared at him feeling her anger grow, she hated that he made her want to either slap him or kiss him.  Why in the world would she be attracted to him?  He was crass and only somewhat attractive.  Her hands were shaking as she glared at him.  How dare you, you talk like you know me!  You don't know a thing about me, you want me to let out what?  You don't know me well enough to say such horrible things!

She stepped forward with her hands still clenched.  How dare you!  Come with me now.  Pushing him towards the door she went outside to get some air.  There were things she wanted to say to this man that she didn't want her family to see but now that they were alone she just stared at him.  Without thinking she grabbed him by the shirt and kissed him.


James Vaughn

[James Vaughn]

TAG: @francescab

i have sworn

TO DO VERY FOOLISH THINGS

Vaughn's amusement only grew when she continued to scold him, telling him that he didn't know a thing about her. She ushered him elsewhere and he half expected her to take him to the Bow Street Runners but . . . for what crime. Because he spoke out of turn? It would hardly surprise him that a noble thought themselves so high that anyone who put them in their place, was subject to punishment. And so, he was prepared for it. Braced for it really. But, he could most certainly handle himself.

However, instead of calling someone else's attention to their interactions, she further placed them in a circumstance where they were alone. His second guess, was that she was going to hit him. And the same smirk would remain upon his face for it meant, he had truly provoked her to such a point of letting it all out. But her outlet was not that of violence, for instead of anything that he had considered . . . she instead grabbed him, and kissed him. Vaughn's lips curled into a smile as they moved against hers, his chuckling causing a vibration through the kiss. He moved forward, causing her to move back until she was against the trunk of a tree that had been close to their position of isolation. "There she is," he said in a low voice speaking against her lips, referring to of course, that woman within; unleashed, unguarded, and clearing, uncaring of appearances.

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This man, Frannie had never wanted to slap anyone more in her life but instead what she did surprised even herself. She kissed him and when he kissed her back she felt herself breathing hard. Every fiber of her body wanted and demanded more. His comment made her smirk at him.



When he backed her up against the tree trunk Frannie pulled him closer again then kissed him before she muttered between kisses. Yes here she is, now shut up and kiss me! Her hands moved to tug at his shirt. She had no idea what she was doing but she knew that she didn't want to stop. He had awoken something in her that only wanted more of him and this moment.

James Vaughn