Post by Kiersten on Apr 15, 2023 18:49:45 GMT -6
Name: Cosette Lyon
Birthday: Aug 14
Age: 27
Orientation: Straight
Status: Single
Position: English Riding Instructor, French 1&2
Playby: Katsia Damankova
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‘Mesdames et messieurs, le capitaine a allumé le Bouchlez Ceinture de Securite signe…’
Her apartment was dark, as if no one had entered the place since she left that morning, but she knew he was there. Cosette had noticed Henri acting more erratic everyday since they got engaged, but she couldn’t bring herself to believe it, she wanted to chalk it up to nerves about the wedding, but they hadn’t even started planning it.
“Bonjour? Henri, es-tu là?” She called out quietly as she pushed her front door open, the smell of something metallic, as if something in her place was rusting rapidly. “Henri, je sais que tu es là.” She closed the door tentatively behind her and when she flipped the switch to turn on the first set of lights, nothing happened.
A bad feeling settled in the pit of her stomach, and she froze when she smelled the metallic smell once more, but this time she realized what it was, blood. She swallowed the lump in her throat as she walked quietly through her apartment, thankful for the last few rays of the sun to light her way as she came to the living room, where the smell was strongest. “Henri?” she trembled, seeing the blood on the floor, on the walls, on the furniture. It was everywhere and she didn’t understand how there was so much.
“Aimes-tu, mon amour?”
“Je l'ai fait pour toi.” Henri claimed, and as he tried to step towards her, he stumbled, falling to the floor at her feet. “Je l'ai fait pour toi!” he screamed, though it came out more garbled than real words as he passed out on the floor.
‘Mesdames et messieurs, le capitaine a allumé le Bouchlez Ceinture de Securite signe…’
The announcement for descent went in one ear and out the other for Cosette as she stared out the window, watching the clouds race by as she waited for the ground to appear. Two days ago, she left her home, her life, her friends, and family, and now she was about to see what her future would look like. She hated it immediately, though that was only because she was hurting after what had happened.
Cosette pulled the ring out from under her shirt and looked it over, feeling her heart break into a million pieces every time she felt it, saw it, but she couldn’t bring herself to part with it. It was the last thing she had of Henri before the truth about him came out. Memories flood her mind as the plane started to descend towards her new home, Ocean City.
Her apartment was dark, as if no one had entered the place since she left that morning, but she knew he was there. Cosette had noticed Henri acting more erratic everyday since they got engaged, but she couldn’t bring herself to believe it, she wanted to chalk it up to nerves about the wedding, but they hadn’t even started planning it.
“Bonjour? Henri, es-tu là?” She called out quietly as she pushed her front door open, the smell of something metallic, as if something in her place was rusting rapidly. “Henri, je sais que tu es là.” She closed the door tentatively behind her and when she flipped the switch to turn on the first set of lights, nothing happened.
A bad feeling settled in the pit of her stomach, and she froze when she smelled the metallic smell once more, but this time she realized what it was, blood. She swallowed the lump in her throat as she walked quietly through her apartment, thankful for the last few rays of the sun to light her way as she came to the living room, where the smell was strongest. “Henri?” she trembled, seeing the blood on the floor, on the walls, on the furniture. It was everywhere and she didn’t understand how there was so much.
“Aimes-tu, mon amour?”
Cosette whipped around to find Henri behind her, leaning against the doorframe into her bedroom. His hands, arms, and chest were covered in a dark, sickly color, that she knew was blood. “Qu'est-ce que tu as fait?” Her voice was soft, yet it cracked from the words as bile rose up in her throat and the need to vomit. She wasn’t sure if this was his blood, or someone else, but she didn’t want to stay to find out.
“Je l'ai fait pour toi.” Henri claimed, and as he tried to step towards her, he stumbled, falling to the floor at her feet. “Je l'ai fait pour toi!” he screamed, though it came out more garbled than real words as he passed out on the floor.
That was the last time she saw him, the last time she spoke to him. It had ended up being his blood he used to paint her apartment with, and he went to be treated. She didn’t hesitate to leave him though, packing up her apartment, her horse, her life. She wanted to get as far away as possible, her family and friends agreed it was a good idea.
As she looked at the ring in her hand though, she wondered if all those miles would matter. She was utterly petrified that Henri would find her again. He wouldn’t hurt her, but he could hurt himself. Or someone else.
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◆Upbeat◆ [Stubborn] ◆Hardworking◆ [Gullible] ◆Lighthearted◆ [Restless] | ◄Personality Traits |
Likes ► | Horses, English Riding, Coffee, Sweets, Romance, Wine, Tea, dogs, fall weather, fresh air |
Liars, Smoking, Waiting, Blood, color red, Emptiness, Horro Moviese, Clowns | ◄Dislikes |
The Acquaintances:
- Shannon Flores - English rider student
- Silas Beckert - Fellow riding instructor (Western)
- Aleah Lasse
- Thomas D'Hayes
The Friends:
- None
The Enemies:
- Henri Boche (Fiance - Stalker)
The Crush:
- None
The Ex:
- Henri Boche (Fiance - Stalker)
Family:
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- Adrien Lyon (Dad)
- Eloise Lyon (Mom)
- Elise Lyon (Younger sister)
- Siblings (Open)
