The Gypsy Danced [Romani/Open]

Dimitrie was the one under that roof-- enjoying himself, actually, with two of his lovely women, until he heard the footsteps. And he knew exactly who it was. And he was a little pissed. It was too late for this.

He leaned out of the window and smacked the roof hard, with his palm. "Get off!" He didnt want to rat her out to the guards here... But if he had to to get some good sleep... Or in his case... The other kind of sleep, then he would.

He was friendly in the daytime, not so much at night. Grumbling, he retreated back to the dark recesses of the room. Hopefully she got the message:

((Hurrr- I didn't want to comment here while Auguste was already in other places, B) But now I can. Lmao- I have been wanting to rp with Romani so bad.))

It was Auguste's goal to manipulate some extra money with that trashy pimp, man. He wasn't fond of doing things himself, but he had to do this, now. Auguste was dead set on firing the man if he didn't fork over the money. However, this business was very successful. The profits prove that this man could do his job right. He was disposable, but he was also valuable. So he had to make himself friendly with the man's property. They could change his mind, maybe. That Crina girl, the classier one was excellent leverage against the man. He was going to visit her, again. He had no problem with using people like that.

Unfortunatly things did not go as planned. The Moldovan, Auguste heard was done with business for the night. So Auguste would go visit his sister.

The Moldovan was awake, though, and there was somebody dancing on the roof. It would possibly seem suspicious if Auguste made a scene about it, but hey, he was in charge, he was allowed to seem suspicious.

"-Ey, Allez-vous-en! Allez-vous-en!" he shouted from the ground, waving the girl away. As he walked closer, he got a better look at the girl. Something inside him told him that he hated her. Wait- was she that gypsy girl that he had been warned about. Gypsies... they were dirty. His father hated gypsies. She made the carnival look bad. Yes, she was making them lose profits. She was stealing money away from Auguste's family- from the carnival. Auguste certainly did not want to be around her.

"Get away! Away!" He'd need to call someone else up to make her stay away.

((Lmaooo, I was speaking about the nickname Bonbon for him just yesterday in a chat.))

"...." He was not amused. Not amused, at all. He tried to smile often, it made him seem charming. He rarely scowled in public, but now there was a deep scowl spread across his face. Nothing in his expression showed a slight image of amusement. Of course he seemed too serious. Look who he had to deal with.

He was not fond of the nickname, either.

"I don't care. You're scaring away visitors, and distracting the carnival from progress. There are other carnivals. Go join them. Go dance elsewhere." Her dancing could potentially attract visitors, but Auguste did not want to have to deal with some Roma. Anyways, she could steal from the visitors. That would give the carnival a bad reputation.

He stormed to the Moldovan man's car, muttering some awful things about the girl's race. He'd never met a single agreeable Roma.

"Ionescu!" his fist knocked against the door a few times. "Get out here!" The Pimp was uncooperative, but he had to listen to this order. Auguste was not going to chase the girl down, himself. Ionescu was.

An exasperated groan could be heard from the inside of the car, along with the disappointed sighs of more than one woman.

He opened the door a tiny crack, clothes sloppily thrown on, and glared at the Frenchman. "What do you want, faggot? Finally have your money for me?" Dimitrie was usually very nice. But not to people like this.

The man was sure he would never pay the carnival any money. His whorehouse was completely self-sufficient, save for the train's motor. And what did that take to run, paid for cooperatively by the carnival? He doubted it was the high price this man was demanding.

He sucked in air through his teeth and spit a wad of tobacco at Auguste's finely polished shoes. The French one would be first to go, even before the Roma.

The man took too long, and Auguste scowled, taking glances at that nasty Roma, while he waited. Auguste knew this man ran a whorehouse...but what kind of woman would even have sex with him? Hopefully the man's sister didn't. She seemed too classy for this. However this guy, he did not seem above having sex with his sister.

He gave a rare look of complete disgust.

Then the man had the nerve to spit on Auguste's shoe. He had just gotten that shoe polished by some homeless street rat. This man was absolutly digusting. Auguste kicked some of the tobacco away from his shoe. There was still some there. He did not want to touch it. These shoes were expensive. This would also come out of the man's wallet.

"Non, non, I only need your money by the end of the week." he didn't even bother to force a smile. This man was near impossible. "This is something different. Some Roma is here." and he pointed at her. "I'd assume you heard her awful noise?"

"I don't want to see her anymore. I'm not too concerned if you're busy. You work under me. Get her down. Make sure she does not come back." That was all Auguste really had to say. He did not consider himself to be very racist. The Roma were a special case.

((SOBBB, I feel so guilty writing like this.))

Auguste did not expect the girl to be so close behind him. He jumped when the headscarf landed on him. He felt her behind him so quickly, and then she spoke. He was rarely jumpy, but this shocked him. He turned back to her, but then she was in front of him. Again he turned. It was frightening really, he didn't know why. He had no reason why, but this girl unhinge him- her race unhinged him. Auguste liked control and these people were so... uncontrolable.

She gave her prediction. He scoffed as she said it. But then she gave him that stare. It was also a little disturbing. It was fake. He knew it had to be. He made no sense of it. He didn't want to make any sense of it, either. Auguste was not easily effected by such emotions, but his distaste for this girl was overpowering.

Then she was gone, again. He must have spaced out, because she seemed gone so quickly. He didn't even get to hand the scarf to her. He didn't want her scarf. He didn't want to think of her. Out of sight and out of mind... that was how she should be.

"Chase her down! And get her out of here!" he snapped to the Moldovan. "Didn't you hear me?!"

Dimitrie stared at him blankly through dilated eyes.

Now he didn't even care about the woman, he just wanted sleep. And it was easier to fall asleep to Roma than to this peacock of a man. He shooed the women out before turning back to Auguste.

"How about you chase yourself out before I decide to beat the living shit out of you." He replied calmly. "I'll give you a head start. One... Two..."

He wanted the man to know he wasn't welcome here, especially not around his sister. He tended to be selective in how he protected her... And saw no problem with it.

"I want you to get rid of her." Auguste stated cooly. As in, he wanted the man to ensure the Roma did not come back.

"I'm your boss. If you lay a finger on me, then you're on your own. Do you understand? You work under the carnival. These cars are property of the carnival. You work with us, using our location and our material. Your whores work with us. It's in your contract. I can take it all away with one signature. Your money belongs to the carnival. I can take that away. You'll be on your own." he snapped, quickly and just as cooly. He had leverage over this person, that was for sure. Then even if violence did break out, Auguste could hold his own. He didn't look it, but he could.

He stood there, defiant.

"Listen to me." He spit out the words with such bitterness. He could not tolerate trash like this. He could not tolerate those that denied the power invested in him.

He stared at the guy for a while. Until it was clear his scare tactics weren't working.

So, he just pulled the man closer by his tie.... And then shut the door right on his face.

((Short, man, idk what else he would do XD))