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Didier D'Toussaint

I'm rich, not heartless.

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a character in “Class”, as played by faeriebreath

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Didier D'Toussaint

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Name:
Didier

Nickname:
Dee

Age:
24

Class:
Upper

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Venus:
Not yet.

Appearance: He has gray eyes (which often appear to be blue or green, depending on his surroundings or clothes) and brown hair. He is 5'10" and has a lean, muscular build. His skin is light, but not pale or pasty, and to his parent's dismay, he usually sports a bit of stubble. He dresses fairly casually, but his clothes are always clean and usually quite expensive.

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Likes: Painting. Weightlifting. Helping.

Dislikes: Repetition. His siblings. Wastefulness.

Fears: Becoming lower class/being disowned. Never finding true love & being loved only for his wealth.

Personality: Didier is only a coward when it comes to his parents & siblings (& with his siblings, it's only out of fear that they'll rat him out). He's actually quite confident of himself, and when they're not around he can be rather reckless. He enjoys meeting new people & gives everyone a chance, BUT if you blow it with him then it's quite difficult to earn his attentions again.

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History:
Didier's mother was one of the scientist's that aided in the research to make the Venus pill possible. His father was a businessman who originally made money manufacturing medical supplies, but later became governor. During his term, he was one of the many politicians who endorsed the tagging process & the "fortress plan" as being the solution to all of society's problems. Before his term ended, however, he invested much of his funds (from his medical supply company, Amorodium) into the company that would later research the Venus pill. Essentially, this earned the D'Toussaint family their current place in high society. They went from well-to-do wealthy to filthy, stinking rich, and because of this many people suspected foul play.

They would be right of course. Didier knows the truth about his parents & what part they played in turning North America into what it is now. He feels ashamed of the manipulative & exploitative way that they obtained their wealth, but his fear of being a lower-class citizen keeps him from stating so to his siblings or parents. He lives in fear of being disowned by his parents (as they have already disowned one of his siblings- his oldest sister), so he usually keeps his mouth shut. Instead, he lurks around the spouse-training schools & the blackmarket trade meetings to pick up members of the lower-class, supposedly with the intentions of making them his spouse. However, he has conveniently "lost" every single one. In truth, he has them re-tagged & then provides them with access to education and decent work. He doesn't mind that people think he's a damned fool for having so many spouses "escape" from him. However, he cannot repeat the process very often, lest his family become aware of his controversial actions.

Other: Dee's oldest sister was the only sibling that he got along very well with.

So begins...

Didier D'Toussaint's Story

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Didier woke up shirtless beneath a pile of comfortable, fluffy blankets. He yawned and stretched before he tossed the covers aside and sat up. He rubbed his eyes tiredly and, once he had blinked his sleepiness away, he drew back the curtains and gazed outside. It was already getting dark. Fireflies blinked on and off in the distance. He couldn't believe how late he had slept- He was certainly going to hear it from his parents.

He swung his pajama-clad legs over the side of his bed where his bare feet found their way into a pair of snug slippers. He stretched once more before he went to the restroom to relieve himself, take a quick rinse, and brush his teeth. Afterwards, wrapped in a fresh bathrobe, he searched through his closet for a decent outfit to wear. Within a few minutes he settled upon a teal t-shirt, pale jeans, a black zip-up hoody and black loafers.

He quickly got dressed and walked downstairs at a brisk pace. He wanted to avoid his family and their needling questions. A nice walk seemed liked the best solution for him, as short term as it might be. He had a lie planned already for when he returned anyway; he would tell them he was running behind on the pieces he had been commissioned and needed to work on them immediately. That would be good enough to cover up his real reasons for oversleeping, and offered a quick escape from any further conversation. None of his family members were interested enough in his artwork to know that he was all caught up, so the lie was certain to work.

He was careful to open and close the front door quietly and only one of the servants saw him as he left.

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Synclaire

In the earl morn the sun was still happily sleeping behind blue sheets splattered with white here and there, the only light was from the glowing street lights, one at every block, and from the perfectly circular sphere of the moon. Its light casts ghostly shadows as clouds powdering sugar drift by, making the world below glossy in indigos and navies and a silver haze. The morning was innocent, silently almost besides the sound of leaves crunching under footstep and a thrashing of coffee moving within its warm clear round home. The coffees heat travels from it in a light stream of grey creating a false halo around Synclaire's head. In her other hand was a book and she read it word for word being sent off into a make believe world were love conquers all and evil doesn't exist. Sitting on a black metal bench she continued her simple reading.

Putting the coffee to her lips she took a sip, "Sweet." She said to herself about her mocha as there was no one else around. Sometimes she did take pleasure from momentary solitude, but in the long run she like having company and was still irritated about what had happened the day before. She had been close to buying a few young men and women until some pest of a girl messed it all. That was one thing she didn't like about the Lower Class, well one if the things, was that they thought they could do whatever they wanted, which was wrong. There were two classes for a reason: one to rule and one to listen. If she had known where that girl was she would have killed her. For Synclaire would have stayed to but someone, but all the yelling and running and confusion was to much for her and she had to leave, a head ache was not worth the people they had.

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Several blocks down from his neighborhood, a man pushing a dingy food-cart tried to entice him to buy his wares. Didier declined (he was always hearing upper-class types rant on about the unspeakable dangers of "street meat") but he handed the fellow a few bills anyway. He picked up his pace afterwards, lest the man try to repay him with food.

He was hungry, but he decided he would rather wait until he returned home. Once he was sure that his parents were asleep he would have the chef cook something up for him. He was already planning the meal in his head: seared scallops, a side of fresh risotto, spinach salad, and then a small berry tart to finish up with.

Finally feeling more at ease, he began humming to a slow, rock melody that kept cycling through his mind. In the quiet solitude, his spontaneous tune carried much further than he had expected it to. He did not balk, however, and continued to confidently and cheerfully hum. He carried on this way for a short while, until he came across an auburn haired girl sitting alone at a bench. She appeared to be reading (and drinking coffee) so he immediately lowered his voice, just in case she might be studying.

He slowed his pace and tried to slyly glance at the title and author of the book that she was engulfed in.

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When Doni entered the room Emery had tightened his body and sat up. When he crawled into the bed Emery turned to face the wall so his back was facing Doni as he listened to what he was saying. When he got the sorry he wanted he did want to melt, but that's how he felt with everyone because he was to forgiving, but he was more compiled to do it at this moment. "Why'd you go get drunk?" Emery questioned being able to tell it in how Doni was speaking. With a small silence he moved on talking "You're getting over him," Emery's voice was one step away from called and strong, "if you were still as in love with him as you use to be then I wouldn't have been bought, Doni. You seem to be growing away from your past and would it really be bad if I were to love you?" By the end he was exclaiming and when he turned around to face Doni. Frowning he had turned around just he had fallen asleep, but he did have a small smile from the last thing he had heard from Doni's lips.

Why do I have to be so forgiving? Emery was still mad at Doni and still hurt and didn't feel bad for what he had said because he still felt that way, but Emery would be nice to him regardless. Sighing he spun around to face Doni, He actually looks peaceful when he sleeps. Pulling off Doni's shoes and taking off his shirt he threw them into the floor not sure what to do with them, then taking the covers from under Doni's sleeping body he put them on top of him. Why is it so got in here? Emery didn't like the heat so he unbuttoned his shirt and slid off his pants, leaving him in nothing but his briefs, I'll just put them back on before he wakes up. Laying back down on the pillow watching Doni sleep, Emery yawned. Stay up! He commanded himself, but it was no use and he feel asleep next to Doni as he had watched him.






Synclaire

"Morning Runs by Robert Glua," she said without looking at the man that had seated next her as she turned to the next page of her book, for over the years she had trained herself to know when she was getting looked or glanced at. "It's about how a woman has worked for a man for years and they both start falling in love." And with that she shut her book with a loud thud and placed to down next to her. "I'm Synclaire," she said smiling and holding out her left hand, "and you look hungry." Rummaging through her light punk purse she pulled out a Honey Roast Granola bar and her coffee cup, "Don't worry I'm Upper Class too, so don't worry about catching disease or anything." She told him with a gentle laugh.

Telling difference between Upper and Lower was always so easy for her and he was clearly Upper, which made her not mind caring to share and because he was pretty hot. She liked his structure and his short face hair. This man is very good looking. Thinking to herself she scooted closer to him, "But you've probably heard of me before though, I'm a model and actress." With a smirk of pride she boosted about what she was for attention.

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"I guess I'm more transparent than I thought," he said warmly. He took her hand and shook it as he sat down next her. "Pleasure to meet you Synclaire."

With a smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes, he accepted the snack that she offered him. It really didn't take any special skills in observation to know that Synclaire was upper class- her flawless skin and pricey outfit said it all for her. "No, you certainly look disease free to me. Thank you for this," he said and waggled the granola bar for a second. "I was a in a rush to get out of the house this morning." He unwrapped it halfway and took a neat bite.

He chewed and swallowed before he continued to talk. When she mentioned that she was a model and an actress it suddenly dawned on him that he recognized this girl. He pictured the pile of fashion magazines that his mother left in a basket in the main living room and it all clicked. He was fairly certain that this was the same girl on the cover of the most recent one.

"I have heard of you," he said finally. "I saw you on the cover of that ritzy fashion mag. You just finished a big movie didn't you?"

He smiled again. "Funny. The way you looked in that red dress with those white furs draped over you, I never would have guessed that you enjoy romance novels. I always figured that was for types that couldn't find it on their own."

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Synclaire

She sighed then let out a playful giggle, "That's the problem. I have the personality of the way I look in my pictures: strong, flirtatious, and bitchy, but I have yet to find love. It's not like I'm in a rush for love, I'm into more of a physical relationship." Looking at him she smirked, "If I really wanted someone I'd have them." Her voice was cocky as if she were trying to be better than the person she was talking to, which she thought she was. Synclaire really did need help when it came to a true relationship. She could never hold a study boy or girlfriend because of her personality, something she wasn't planning on changing. She was bossy and controlling, things that most people don't like. And besides, she really wasn't looking for love when she went to buy Lower Class, it was just for physical.

"But yeah, loved kind of over radiated." Letting out a small giggle she rolled her eyes to the thought of it. She'd thought she had been in love before, but when things got to serious she got afraid and became a even bigger bitch running the person away. She had always gotten people to stay for her looks and body, but her personality was her biggest weakness when it came to relationships.

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"Ah, hence the romance novel," he said with a lopsided smirk. "A taste of love with none of the risk."

Didier agreed with her about love being over rated, but he had no intention of telling her so. There would be no point in spilling his guts to a stranger- no matter how attractive they may be.

He'd had his close encounters with this so-called love. It didn't take him very long to realize that girls fall into it very easily when they think you are a meal ticket. Even the rich girls had fallen victim to this mentality, & he was beginning to lose hope of ever finding the real thing. Everyone seemed to be in survival mode now, willing to "love" anyone who can keep them comfortable & alive.

& he was no better. After all, that was why he remained at his parent's house.

He took another bite of the granola bar & chewed thoughtfully.

"Looking for love is looking for trouble," he said simply when he was done. He tilted his head slightly & gave her a sideways glance. "I hope you don't mind my asking, but what are you doing out here?" He asked her with great curiosity. He had never seen a rich girl ride the bus before, so he was almost positive that could not be why.

He popped the last bite of the snack into his mouth & crumpled the wrapper in his left hand.

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Sara-Lin's leg started to throb like crazy. It bled, but the guards didn't notice. She tried to tell them, but she coughed instead. She start to cough up blood. The guards noticed it.
"You idiot! We're suppose to bring her alive! You didn't ask about her condition? Idiot!" He yelled. Sara-Lin's whole world went woozy. She could see a crowd, a window with two people inside.

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Didier could hear shouting just a little ways down the road, so he casually & calmly turned to see what the commotion was. He could see two guards hauling a bloody, bandaged girl along the street. The two men seemed to be arguing with one another while the girl just hacked & coughed on the ground, struggling to get away.

It pained Didier to see this kind of brutal treatment of the lower-class. However, he remained stoic. He was remarkably adept at hiding his sentiments when he focused. Lower-class sympathizers were often deemed radicals, & he did not need any of that on his record if he intended to keep his place as one of the heirs to the family fortune.

He stood up as Synclaire began to respond. "I'm truly sorry, but just give me one moment." He highly doubted that she would stick around after this.

He began walking towards the guards. "Excuse me," he said with an air of upper-class authority, trying to get their attention. "Excuse me- but what crimes has this street girl committed?" He made sure to say "street girl" with as much disdain as possible.

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Sara-Lin could faintly hear a voice speak to the guards. She couldn't really see who it was. She collapsed completely and laid on the hard ground. Rocks pelted her face. Laughing came from the throwers. They hurled insults as the guards spoke with the man. Sara-Lin shakily reached into her jacket, looking for her note.

As soon as the guards had come in, she had frantically written on a piece of paper. She had written a note. She had written for someone to visit the Suzuki Mansion and find a girl named Meredith there, and to tell her that she loved her, and that she had to take care of herself. She didn't have enough strength to hand the note to the person, but she slid it, hoping someone notice. She coughed up more blood and her entire world went black.

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One of the guards was going to shoo Didier off when he first saw him approaching, but his attitude quickly changed when he realized who it was. He recognized the young man from the campaign ads that the senior D'Toussaint had run in order to flaunt his 'family values.'

In the beginning of the two-minute television bit, Argent D'Toussaint had walked (addressing the audience all the while) through a quaint living room to a kitchen (neither were actually theirs). There a smiling wife & son happily prepared a family meal (as if they ever cooked meals for themselves, even then).

Didier had been the son in that scene, proudly wielding a chopping board full of diced vegetables. His siblings made their debut when Argent took the pot of food to a picnic table outside where the other D'Toussaints were seated.

The captor cleared his throat instead & straightened out his posture. "She's a dangerous radical extremist," he finally replied. "Responsible for the death of several innocent workers during their theft of a shipping truck."

"She'll be responsible for a lot more deaths when those pills don't get to their intended destination!" The second guard kicked Sara-Lin once more in the hip.

"Hey, watch it!" Didier accidentally let his facade of aloofness slip for split-second. He looked down at Sara-lin once more. He saw one of her hands weakly fumbling with a scrap of paper. He hastily added, "If she's unconscious she won't be able to name the other trash that helped her carry out her filthy crimes."

"That's what I've been tryin' to tell this knucklehead!" The first guard snarled and smacked the second guard on the back of his head.

"Well we had to make sure she was roughed up some! She's dangerous!"

Didier interrupted the two's bickering. "Here, let me help you lift her up." He bent down to lift Sara-Lin up & took the opportunity to snatch up the paper scrap as well. The first guard, still scolding the second, rushed over to help him lift her.

"Don't just stand there, you dolt! He's not going to help me carry her there the whole way, so hurry up & grab his end!" He tried to position Sara-Lin in a way that her weight was more so on him than on Didier.

The second guard grumbled but took over for Didier as he was ordered to.

Didier watched as the bizarre trio hobbled away. He wished there was more that he could do for the girl, but, given her committed crimes, there was nothing he could have done at the moment without seeming like a sympathizer. He reached into his pocket & felt the crumpled parchment he had taken from her.

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One of the guards was going to shoo Didier off when he first saw him approaching, but his attitude quickly changed when he realized who it was. He recognized the young man from the campaign ads that the senior D'Toussaint had run in order to flaunt his 'family values.'

In the beginning of the two-minute television bit, Argent D'Toussaint had walked (addressing the audience all the while) through a quaint living room to a kitchen (neither were actually theirs). There a smiling wife & son happily prepared a family meal (as if they ever cooked meals for themselves, even then).

Didier had been the son in that scene, proudly wielding a chopping board full of diced vegetables. His siblings made their debut when Argent took the pot of food to a picnic table outside where the other D'Toussaints were seated.

The captor cleared his throat instead & straightened out his posture. "She's a dangerous radical extremist," he finally replied. "Responsible for the death of several innocent workers during their theft of a shipping truck."

"She'll be responsible for a lot more deaths when those pills don't get to their intended destination!" The second guard kicked Sara-Lin once more in the hip.

"Hey, watch it!" Didier accidentally let his facade of aloofness slip for split-second. He looked down at Sara-lin once more. He saw one of her hands weakly fumbling with a scrap of paper. He hastily added, "If she's unconscious she won't be able to name the other trash that helped her carry out her filthy crimes."

"That's what I've been tryin' to tell this knucklehead!" The first guard snarled and smacked the second guard on the back of his head.

"Well we had to make sure she was roughed up some! She's dangerous!"

Didier interrupted the two's bickering. "Here, let me help you lift her up." He bent down to lift Sara-Lin up & took the opportunity to snatch up the paper scrap as well. The first guard, still scolding the second, rushed over to help him lift her.

"Don't just stand there, you dolt! He's not going to help me carry her there the whole way, so hurry up & grab his end!" He tried to position Sara-Lin in a way that her weight was more so on him than on Didier.

The second guard grumbled but took over for Didier as he was ordered to.

Didier watched as the bizarre trio hobbled away. He wished there was more that he could do for the girl, but, given her committed crimes, there was nothing he could have done at the moment without seeming like a sympathizer. He reached into his pocket & felt the crumpled parchment he had taken from her.

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Sara-Lin's ears rang. Sounds were hurting her ears, and everything was ringing. The ground appeared to be shifting in and out, making her head dizzy. She was dragged across the ground, making her knees burn. More rocks hit her face, making her face sting all over. Faces were blurs, and so was everything else. People kicked her as she walked by, and laughed at her pain. She kept hoping that someone was kind enough to read her note and do what it said. The guards yanked on her arms.

The guards eventually reached a tall, fortified building. To Sara-Lin, it was just a big blur. One of the guards kicked her.
"Wake up already!" She weakly coughed up more blood onto her shirt. They dragged her inside and threw her in a cell. "Who wants to see her?"
"Suzuki, you idiot!"
Sara-Lin curled up in her cell.

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He intended to read the note later when there was no one else around. If he was caught reading a message that a radical had written that could be the end of his free train ride. He could not risk it right now, not out here in the open. He had run over to Sara-Lin with the intention of helping her, maybe even offer to purchase her to take her off of their hands, but he had never expected her crimes to be so...extreme. She had seemed so small & fragile. Alas, it would take a different strategy to help that girl.

For now he had other matters to attend to though. He took his hand out of his pocket & started heading back towards the bench, wondering if Synclaire had stuck around or not. In spite of what she had said about herself Didier found her to be quite likable. & her flawless appearance did not hurt either, of course..

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Meredith could hear loud sounds from outside, but she figures she would check it out later. She had just gotten a make-over, she wore a light purple silk dress, ballet flats and her hair was up in curls. She had been pampered all day, and to be honest, she wouldn't mind looking like this more often. She looked like a true upper-class person. But if anyone found out who she really was, she was dead. She peeked out her window to see long drag marks in the ground, decked with blood.
"What the-" She muttered. Meredith went to the front door and opened it quietly. She closed it behind her. She went in the direction where it seemed to be coming from. She came to a street littered with sticks, rocks pinecones, you name it. She walked over to a man stuffing something in his pocket. She held her head up high, trying to seem more upper class like.
"Excuse me, but what happened here?" She tried to show as little concern as possible.

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Before he was even halfway there, he was interrupted by a small, curly haired, upper-class girl in a purple dress. The child bore a strange resemblance to a life-size Shirley Temple doll. Looking up at him with large, round eyes, she asked, Excuse me, but what happened here?

He glanced briefly at the trail of blood that the captive had left in her wake- which must have been what the girl was inquiring about. He shook his head sadly, reluctant to recap the events to someone so young.

"They caught a violent radical," he said hesitantly. He decided to leave out any mention of murder & bloodshed, which struck him as too graphic & intense for her. "They took her to the prisons..."

He gave the child a curious look. "Where are your parents? You really shouldn't be out here alone."

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She froze.
"Shit," She muttered quiet enough so he couldn't hear.
"My parents are at our house. I was just taking a small walk," She randomly searched for an excuse.