The Sickle Salve Theatre was a box office hit! Soon the crowd will be asking for the balcony seats that was only reserved for special people or those who called in before someone else took their places. Previews for plays were all shown on the walls inside and outside. The theatre was a very large architecture structure that took ages to put the whole thing together. The Baron put his best crew to work on what he liked for the building, what it will look like, the outside to the inside. There was a large rope that stood near the walkway towards the theatre to slow down most who came to see world premires, musicians, live acting, those kinds of things sold tickets left and right especially what everyone loves based on what kind they enjoy. Joseph understood not everyone likes this kind of thing, but inspiration was the greatest that filled not only the mind and heart, the soul even more.
He and two other men walked in unison as if they came like the posse to a gang fight. They was coming as staff who worked here, produced, directed, all of them was a swell team. Each of them worked under the Frenchman who he felt all their loyalties to him. Security stood at the front doors to the main hallways, upper floors, and even inside the theatre to keep every new guest safe in case anything should go down there is enough good men and women to hold up their end of the battle. If they go down there is always more that replaced them, make no mistake for backups. Joseph kept his head up, his dark blue suit covering a white wifebeater beneath and a pair of black dress pants(he barely wore black unless it's necessary). People all over shouted the minute he walked past those doors into the main halls, the upper level was the stairs to the restrooms, the technician room, the upper balconies including other locations inside a theatre. Several busts, statues, and plenty of art lined the walls, the middle of the room was a statue of King Louis XIV in his most elegant post. There were a few motifs along with some masks that looked as if it came outside an antique museum.
The theatre was always opened from morning to night, while he slept through the day he trusts his workers to do everything from there. Women all over loomed over his form that it was hard not to tear away from his figure most of them like the darkness than they did the light as word has it. Not every female he met took heed to good men where the dark shadowed what could lure even the most foolish of femme fe telles. "Mr. Bodine! Mr. Bodine! Can I have your autograph please?!"His autograph? He chuckled not sure what half of them want with autographs, but alas, he wrote it down to each one even when he can smell the lust trickling off them just for him. What you see is definitely what you get.
He excused himself from his "fan club" there which he left behind much as he intended to. Dark was his forte, he loved making trouble for people when he got around to it and when he needed some fun in his life or unlife heresay. Hands in the sides of his pockets the nobleman walked towards his main office with the name Joseph Bodine in italic prints. Now, to prepare to do interviews and whatnot. Got to look good to every applicant coming through here. If anyone needed him, the desk clerks will direct them to him. Sitting in his chair, he relaxed for the night was sweet, the shadows itself was his ally, the man of deception could spread a thousand lies, he was none other than Monsieur, Bodine Joseph of the France and German lands. The Baron could get use to this, pretty damn much. He did not need to win any nobel peace prizes, he did not come to New Orleans to make friends or play popularity contests, hate or not hate. He's got more hate than loves, believe that. All in all, he was the man behind the darkness that he trailed behind him.
