Ciaran Paine
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Ciaran stood in the hallway/kitchen of his trailer, looking at himself in the bathroom mirror. The trailer was newer and comfortable but it was a trailer. Space was not in surplus. The last and only other time he wore his suit was for a funeral. It wasn't anything expensive but he thought he looked pretty decent. The snobs in Essex could call him out if they wanted; he didn't care.
He buttoned up the vest of the black, three-piece suit, then slid the jacket on, tugging the cuffs of the white shirt out to peek out of the sleeves of the jacket. No cuff links, no pocket square, not even a tie. He bent down a bit, being a bit too tall to see his hair in the mirror. He ran his hands over the black locks, trying to smooth them down a bit. He let out a noise of amusement and waved his hand dismissively at his reflection. Whatever.
Ciaran walked to the event, knowing he was going to drink to his content. Especially if the drinks were free. He looked up at the darkening sky and the stars starting to appear and filled his lungs with the night air and nicotine from his cigarette. Twilight was his favorite time of day. Once he arrived he stared up at the building and took a final drag off his cigarette before flicking it into the street. He still didn't know why he was invited and less about why he decided to go. As he walked into the event building he caught the tail end of the interaction between the sisters and Adrian. He stuck his tongue out slightly in a silent expression of distaste for Duval and frankly Leisl as well. He felt like the two had a 'I'm better than you' air about that that rubbed him the wrong way. Lorelei didn't cause those negative feelings but if he was honest with himself, he didn't really know any of them well. Lorelei was cute but figured Adrian was a big part of.. that.. so he never made the effort to get to know her.
He waited an extra moment for the trio to go inside before entering himself. He tried to skirt past Ricardo and Lorelei when Ms. Picket caught him.
She scurried over to him, inspecting him with a smile, "I'm glad to see you've come, Mr. Paine." She proceeded to reach up and brush lint off his lapel and straighten him out.
"Just C is fine." He corrected and pulled his vest down, straightening himself out as well. He wasn't used to being dressed up and it wasn't very comfortable.
Ms. Picket stood back with her hands clasped and a small smile on her face, looking him over. "Yes, yes." She returned, dismissing his attempt to correct his name.
She produced a small ticket which C accepted. On it was written a number, #109. "This is a silent auction, dear. Just write your bid and number on a card if you see something that... catches your eye."
Ciaran slipped the paper into the pocket of his vest. He assumed there would be nothing he'd want nor would he be able to win; he was not known for having money. "Is it a cash bar?" But Picket was already onto the next.
Now free, he beelined for the bar and got himself a beer. He looked around at the attendees sighed. He felt sorely out of place. But he figured he should at least look around to keep himself entertained until he could get another beer.
He looked over the assortment items with a bit of confusion. Weapons, jewelry, some sort of wind instrument... Was this an estate sale for some eclectic resident? He avoided the item Duval and Leisl were flirting over and gravitated towards a large hunting knife. He picked it up and bounced it from hand to hand. He shook his head and set it back down. What the hell would he need a hunting knife for? He moved on to a red cloak, his favorite color. He scratched at his stubble and moved on.
He took a drink of his beer and slid up behind Grayson, rudely reading his card. "Two hundred dollars?!" he blurted out, negating the silent part of the silent auction. "Wouldn't your gun be more effective?" He took another drink from his beer as his eyes were pulled to something else red. He watched Liv wander in. She always got his blood flowing.
He buttoned up the vest of the black, three-piece suit, then slid the jacket on, tugging the cuffs of the white shirt out to peek out of the sleeves of the jacket. No cuff links, no pocket square, not even a tie. He bent down a bit, being a bit too tall to see his hair in the mirror. He ran his hands over the black locks, trying to smooth them down a bit. He let out a noise of amusement and waved his hand dismissively at his reflection. Whatever.
Ciaran walked to the event, knowing he was going to drink to his content. Especially if the drinks were free. He looked up at the darkening sky and the stars starting to appear and filled his lungs with the night air and nicotine from his cigarette. Twilight was his favorite time of day. Once he arrived he stared up at the building and took a final drag off his cigarette before flicking it into the street. He still didn't know why he was invited and less about why he decided to go. As he walked into the event building he caught the tail end of the interaction between the sisters and Adrian. He stuck his tongue out slightly in a silent expression of distaste for Duval and frankly Leisl as well. He felt like the two had a 'I'm better than you' air about that that rubbed him the wrong way. Lorelei didn't cause those negative feelings but if he was honest with himself, he didn't really know any of them well. Lorelei was cute but figured Adrian was a big part of.. that.. so he never made the effort to get to know her.
He waited an extra moment for the trio to go inside before entering himself. He tried to skirt past Ricardo and Lorelei when Ms. Picket caught him.
She scurried over to him, inspecting him with a smile, "I'm glad to see you've come, Mr. Paine." She proceeded to reach up and brush lint off his lapel and straighten him out.
"Just C is fine." He corrected and pulled his vest down, straightening himself out as well. He wasn't used to being dressed up and it wasn't very comfortable.
Ms. Picket stood back with her hands clasped and a small smile on her face, looking him over. "Yes, yes." She returned, dismissing his attempt to correct his name.
She produced a small ticket which C accepted. On it was written a number, #109. "This is a silent auction, dear. Just write your bid and number on a card if you see something that... catches your eye."
Ciaran slipped the paper into the pocket of his vest. He assumed there would be nothing he'd want nor would he be able to win; he was not known for having money. "Is it a cash bar?" But Picket was already onto the next.
Now free, he beelined for the bar and got himself a beer. He looked around at the attendees sighed. He felt sorely out of place. But he figured he should at least look around to keep himself entertained until he could get another beer.
He looked over the assortment items with a bit of confusion. Weapons, jewelry, some sort of wind instrument... Was this an estate sale for some eclectic resident? He avoided the item Duval and Leisl were flirting over and gravitated towards a large hunting knife. He picked it up and bounced it from hand to hand. He shook his head and set it back down. What the hell would he need a hunting knife for? He moved on to a red cloak, his favorite color. He scratched at his stubble and moved on.
He took a drink of his beer and slid up behind Grayson, rudely reading his card. "Two hundred dollars?!" he blurted out, negating the silent part of the silent auction. "Wouldn't your gun be more effective?" He took another drink from his beer as his eyes were pulled to something else red. He watched Liv wander in. She always got his blood flowing.