The First Meeting of the Anti-Francis Club

[godsavemy]

WHO: Haiti, England and Anyone Who Hates Francis Bonnefoy (Everyone, yeah~?)
WHEN: Saturday, May 8th - 7 P.M.
WHERE: Brows and Snoz Pub
WHAT: We the People of Liberty, in Order to form a more perfect Francis-Hating Union, establish Justice, insure less Groping, provide for the Defenseless, promote Personal Boundaries, and secure the Blessings of

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[chiefofnijntje]

Resting his head in one hand, Willem studied the room as he stirred his lolly in his glass of lemonade. Would Ali allow him to count this as 'having friends'? It was as he tore down his sister's advert made 'on his behalf' that he saw the one for this meeting. Memories of a year of hell in high school made as he read over the name of who the club was against meant that he was in the pub with over an hour till the meeting actually started.

Luckily and sadly he had some lollies to help keep him occupied.

He had almost completely zoned out by the time the club organizer (who somehow reminded Willem of a night in jail and bed sheets) went to speak, speaking of his woe when it came to the Frenchman before opening it to the floor. Some Latin girl stood up, giving her own spiel about how her life had been affected and Willem almost wished that she didn't cut herself off when she did before sitting down. There were a few more people that gave their own stories, none quite as impressive as the first two, before Willem decided to stand, twirling the lolly in between his fingers.

"I'm Meine Willem Vincent Van Peeters...like Willem. Oh, yeah, well," He trailed off for a moment, trying to focus on the blond host of the club before continuing, "I knew Francis at school. Made me his slave...wasn't fun for sure. Even forced me to join his club thing...couldn't refuse because of blackmail and family reasons. Didn't know he was living here though..." He trailed off again, nodding to himself for a few moments before realizing people were expecting him to continue, "I'd punch him for sure if I saw him." He added as he flopped back down, shoving the lolly into his mouth and staring back at everyone rather blankly.

That went well. He figured as he began to focus on the next person to speak.