Post by Fianne Alie on Jun 15, 2009 23:06:40 GMT -5
((This is an intro written...a couple of weeks ago. I'm more than likely going to do some modifications on this character and play him here. Ehm...background:
Fianne works in a black market venue that runs under the cover of a day spa called "The Mad Tea Party". His position in the "Cheshire Cat" - more or less, he spies on all the customers and reports back to his boss Jin Matsumoto (The Mad Hatter). Fianne is arriving for a meeting. Other little things: Fianne is hypersensitive and has minor masochistic tendencies, so he wears silk gloves to keep from having skin to skin contact and tends to run his fingers along surfaces, to explain a few oddities.))
It was getting a little old...following the orders of the man called Jin. It had been amusing for a short while, but the charm of the job was slowly wearing off. Jin had done a good job in managing to keep Fianne's attention for longer than most, but Fianne really couldn't stand sitting back and taking orders any longer. Not without better reason than his job. Such a job could only amuse him for so long before the cons outweighed the pros...And that was what brought him to the office of his boss on a particularly lovely day.
He paused at the door to the man's office, his head tilted slightly to the side. Was the Mad Hatter even in? Fianne was beginning to doubt it...given the man's normal set of behavior. He supposed that was the trouble with never actually scheduling meetings...Fianne always just dropped in. Or he was summoned. He did not believe in following schedules laid out by others. He liked the fact that others were never quite sure when he was going to appear.
Fianne stood at the door and examined the figures carved against the door frame, sprawled against the wall. Slowly, he trailed a gloved finger along the indents. Did he really want to have this talk now? It had been a rather pleasant day...it was quite lovely, in his opinion, as far as the weather went. It would be a shame to ruin it with a fight. With his boss, no less. But perhaps it would be interesting. Life had been...too easy as of late. The people were predictable. He could smell a rat from a mile away, and they had simply stopped being able to tell when he was around.
Not to mention the fact that the smart ones had learned their lesson and regarded the Mad Hatter with the proper amount of fear. The ones that would be worth tossing into a pit were the ones that knew better than to step out of line. A soft sigh slipped from Fianne's lips, a finger pausing in the center of one of the designs.
“Jin? Mr. Hatter, sir...” his voice trailed off, the general sweet tones echoing through the door before that gloved hand came up and knocked. Three times quick, one time slow. His head tilted to the side, blond hair falling about his features for a moment as a smile quirked on his lips. Today, he was dressed simply. A dark violet dress shirt and black slacks, a silver chain looped around his neck. The sleeves fell over his hands when they were flat at his sides, though he never bothered fixing such silly things.
“I needed to talk to you. I'm sure you'd be quite pleased to hear a bit of news...” his voice trailed off on the last word as he shifted his weight, leaning against the side of the door frame and looking up to the roof. Plan, plan...he needed a plan. What did he want from Jin?
Undying devotion? No, that was boring. The man wasn't that interesting. Perhaps more interesting people to keep an eye on, but it seemed as though that was impossible. There were only so many people on an island that would deal with the underground businesses. And he did have to be careful with one such as Jin...a smart man, that one was. He wasn't a Charlie or a Mr. Hicks. He wouldn't just fall at the drop of a word, or be tricked by the normal wiles.
Perhaps he could seduce the man...find out something interesting about his personal life? Or maybe just get a way to control the man through the side...He supposed that was the issue it all boiled down to. One single, little problem that seemed to appear in all of Fianne's relationships: Control.
He had been good for a short while. He was perfectly content to listen to the man talk and tell him who to keep an eye on. It was a fun game, finding those that deserved to be punished. But the games had grown old and the charm had worn off. He supposed that the problem had nothing to do with his job...but the man himself. Not even the man, but his position in Fianne' life was what truly bothered him. Fianne needed some way under Jin's skin, some way to be in control of his boss...even if not in the open. Somehow, some way, he would get his own way. And if he was fired in the process...well, that would probably lead to Jin sending one of the lovely assassin's after him. That, at the very least, would be interesting. It would show that the man was scared. And if he was scared, then that meant that Fianne was in control. There was no way for him to lose, at the moment.
Fianne works in a black market venue that runs under the cover of a day spa called "The Mad Tea Party". His position in the "Cheshire Cat" - more or less, he spies on all the customers and reports back to his boss Jin Matsumoto (The Mad Hatter). Fianne is arriving for a meeting. Other little things: Fianne is hypersensitive and has minor masochistic tendencies, so he wears silk gloves to keep from having skin to skin contact and tends to run his fingers along surfaces, to explain a few oddities.))
It was getting a little old...following the orders of the man called Jin. It had been amusing for a short while, but the charm of the job was slowly wearing off. Jin had done a good job in managing to keep Fianne's attention for longer than most, but Fianne really couldn't stand sitting back and taking orders any longer. Not without better reason than his job. Such a job could only amuse him for so long before the cons outweighed the pros...And that was what brought him to the office of his boss on a particularly lovely day.
He paused at the door to the man's office, his head tilted slightly to the side. Was the Mad Hatter even in? Fianne was beginning to doubt it...given the man's normal set of behavior. He supposed that was the trouble with never actually scheduling meetings...Fianne always just dropped in. Or he was summoned. He did not believe in following schedules laid out by others. He liked the fact that others were never quite sure when he was going to appear.
Fianne stood at the door and examined the figures carved against the door frame, sprawled against the wall. Slowly, he trailed a gloved finger along the indents. Did he really want to have this talk now? It had been a rather pleasant day...it was quite lovely, in his opinion, as far as the weather went. It would be a shame to ruin it with a fight. With his boss, no less. But perhaps it would be interesting. Life had been...too easy as of late. The people were predictable. He could smell a rat from a mile away, and they had simply stopped being able to tell when he was around.
Not to mention the fact that the smart ones had learned their lesson and regarded the Mad Hatter with the proper amount of fear. The ones that would be worth tossing into a pit were the ones that knew better than to step out of line. A soft sigh slipped from Fianne's lips, a finger pausing in the center of one of the designs.
“Jin? Mr. Hatter, sir...” his voice trailed off, the general sweet tones echoing through the door before that gloved hand came up and knocked. Three times quick, one time slow. His head tilted to the side, blond hair falling about his features for a moment as a smile quirked on his lips. Today, he was dressed simply. A dark violet dress shirt and black slacks, a silver chain looped around his neck. The sleeves fell over his hands when they were flat at his sides, though he never bothered fixing such silly things.
“I needed to talk to you. I'm sure you'd be quite pleased to hear a bit of news...” his voice trailed off on the last word as he shifted his weight, leaning against the side of the door frame and looking up to the roof. Plan, plan...he needed a plan. What did he want from Jin?
Undying devotion? No, that was boring. The man wasn't that interesting. Perhaps more interesting people to keep an eye on, but it seemed as though that was impossible. There were only so many people on an island that would deal with the underground businesses. And he did have to be careful with one such as Jin...a smart man, that one was. He wasn't a Charlie or a Mr. Hicks. He wouldn't just fall at the drop of a word, or be tricked by the normal wiles.
Perhaps he could seduce the man...find out something interesting about his personal life? Or maybe just get a way to control the man through the side...He supposed that was the issue it all boiled down to. One single, little problem that seemed to appear in all of Fianne's relationships: Control.
He had been good for a short while. He was perfectly content to listen to the man talk and tell him who to keep an eye on. It was a fun game, finding those that deserved to be punished. But the games had grown old and the charm had worn off. He supposed that the problem had nothing to do with his job...but the man himself. Not even the man, but his position in Fianne' life was what truly bothered him. Fianne needed some way under Jin's skin, some way to be in control of his boss...even if not in the open. Somehow, some way, he would get his own way. And if he was fired in the process...well, that would probably lead to Jin sending one of the lovely assassin's after him. That, at the very least, would be interesting. It would show that the man was scared. And if he was scared, then that meant that Fianne was in control. There was no way for him to lose, at the moment.