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Tiffany Brick Vice Captain
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 Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2012 11:26 pm
 This Tavern is owned by Claquesous.
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Posted: Fri Dec 07, 2012 11:48 pm
 Somehow, Eponine felt very warm and welcome about the presence of Monsieur Luke, he can be clumsy, talkative and curious; that's for sure! But she sure felt very light about his being ever since she talked to her for the first time, which is why she let slip her guard and did not worry if people knew here in this tavern. And the thing is, people really knew her as a regular in this tavern, yet she never ordered anything. She used to work sideline in here whenever montparnasse was staying there for a drink; that's if she had "business" with him. If the readers know what I mean. Nevertheless, she took off her caplet and placed it on the open safe in the tavern and greeted welcome by the bartender. Eponine led Monsieur Luke to the middle table and told the bard to play a instrumental song. "Hey Anthony! Stop playing some silly folk song over there and turn it to the classical music I used to sing with!" she happily screamed to Anthony and turned to Monsieur Luke, "Monsieur, I hope the aura here for you feels light. People knows me here, and they oftentimes love pun and call me, "For sure this cat has claws and this b***h could bite." she happily said.
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Tiffany Brick Vice Captain
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BlackRoseofDeathyetlovely Crew
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 12:17 am
 Upon setting a foot inside the tavern, Luke felt a odd, but exhilarating feeling came to him. It reminded him of home...yes home. Although the architecture inside the tavern is European, it still reminded him of home. Lukes eyes were half closed, his eyes looked very alleviated, yet very sad. He had no facial expression. Thankfully before Luke began to wonder off, Eponine led him to a table. Luke relaxed himself, and kindly told a waitress to bring a bottle of whiskey, and two glass cups, in case Eponine wanted to join him. His thoughts were beginning to emerge once more, but Eponine interrupted. Again, Eponine saved him from wondering off. Luke! Focus! This is not time to get into deep thinking!Luke was determined not to let his thoughts get in the way. Luke laughed as to what Eponine told him, he was ready to hear just what kind of voice Eponine possessed.
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 12:34 am
 Eponine smiled at Monsieur Luke and stepped in with Anthony and the musicians with him, which became her company whenever she would like to sing for herself, and commend her whenever she is sad; however, these were also her company whenever they would do crimes when they were young, but now they found an honest living, yet still tainted with the corruption of life. Eponine whispered to the band, "That man, Is Monsieur Luke; do not touch him nor wrong him. He is a good person, if you needed francs there are other men around this tavern drunk enough to steal from or offer your services. This man is honest, do not taint him with filthy things we used to do to people. Are we clear on this?" she said as she saw the shocked faces of bards; in awe because this was the first time she forbade them to touch a customer in the tavern. Meaning by touch, to steal from there or do unpleasant things after they leave the tavern. Eponine took her caplet and began to sing. She as well internalized the emotion of the song. Thought of the only one person that she loved genuinely; now in the french army. She wished that Monsieur Edward was here. They were the best of friends. Yet she loved him dearly, he was the only honest and innocent man she's ever met. He was in poverty yet he was not consumed by it. These thoughts flooded into her soul as she sang.
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Tiffany Brick Vice Captain
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BlackRoseofDeathyetlovely Crew
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 1:12 am
Luke began to hear Eponine sing. Her voice..is just so beautiful. Was she born with a voice or is she an expert vocalist? Perhaps it was both. Her voice being naturally beautiful, and the practice reinforcing it. Luke's eyes opened widely in great awe and interest. His eyes fixated on Eponine's. He had never heard a beautiful voice in a long long time. It relaxed every bit of his muscle. His eyes were glued onto Eponine's lips, the sound that was being emitted and guided from those lips. This was fascinating to Luke. He never came to think that Eponine can sing, and oh can she really sing! Luke laid back on his chair and drank a little bit of the whiskey while paying all the attention to Eponine. Hell, he wasn't the only one either! Eponine seemed to have gathered all the attention of everyone inside the tavern. This was amazing. Her voice was very influently, yet so mysterious as it carried out a emotion. He had a feeling that sadness was a emotion being exuded by such a amazing voice. Luke leaned in closer, now power more attention. It seems that this certain emotion, is what is influencing the singing. It was beautiful, how one's emotions can make someone stronger, and more motivated; even if it's a bad emotion. It interested him alot. Four minutes later, everyone clapped for Eponine. Luke did clap too, and he widly whistled along with all the men. Luke went over to Eponine to congratulate her with a hug and a bright, warm smile."My god! What a voice! Come! Sit with me Eponine!"Luke guided Eponine and pulled out a chair for her before sitting down himself. Luke forgot about the proposal, and wanted to know about Eponine's talents. "Why on earth aren't you famous yet? Hell! A voice like yours can make it national here in Europe and international in America! My god! What a woman you are, dear!"
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 2:01 am
 Eponine sat beside Monsieur Luke as the bartender delivered to them the most expensive food and drinks at the tavern; commending and thanking Eponine for pleasing the costumers and encouraging them to stay longer. Eponine rubbed her neck and closed her eyes for a bit, she was quite sleepy but it seemed to her that Monsieur Lind and Monsieur Lucian will have a guest and they will talk all night, so she decided to stay at the tavern for more hours. She realized then that Monsieur Luke was trying to talk to her about her voice and how it amazed him that much. "You think so Monsieur? I guess it was just the emotion..." She said in deep sorrow. Eponine was not really the lovesick type of girl, but this is just part of her emotional days. We could not blame Eponine for it was said before, that no girl is exempted from experiencing these. "You know Monsieur Luke, the emotion is what really makes up the song. A song with no emotion is not a song at all." she states, "The night is falling fast, you shall sleep here for this is a safe place I guarantee." she said.
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Tiffany Brick Vice Captain
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BlackRoseofDeathyetlovely Crew
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 2:13 am
Luke quickly agreed with Eponine about a song with no emotion, is no song at all. He had never heard such true words before. He smiled at Eponine and nodded."I will sleep here then. But may I ask you something? Once the sun rises again, should I wait for you here at the tavern? When will I ever see you? We still have to talk about that proposal of mine's."Luke then yawned right after, he was feeling tired as well. He stretched out and smiled softly."May you direct me to me my, madame?"Luke was just about to fall asleep there on the table in the moment. Eponine's fatigue is contagious.
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 2:25 am
Eponine signed something to the bartender about the pay for the inn; she signed a hand-signal which meant "I will pay for his expense, through my services for a week." Eponine then turned to Monsieur Luke and said, "Monsieur, you will see me for this whole night if the proposal is what you are worrying about, I will accompany you and make sure nothing bad happens to you in this tavern, I could guarantee that this tavern is safe, but as a citizen of france; It is my duty to accommodate foreigners like you. I will stay with you in your room for the whole night, there you could ask me anything; I will try to answer till' the extent of my understanding. And for the proposal, you can talk me about it upstairs. She said as they were about to go to his room which consisted of one bed, a chair, a wardrobe and a mirror which finely decorated with French carvings that told about the history of the tavern and inn. "I do not think that Monsieur Lind wishes to be interrupted with their brief discussion which is why I too decided to stay in the inn, and about the payments; I've got you covered. I'm not exactly the bourgeois everyone thought me in the throne room, infact; I am very far from it. But I will find a way to pay for this. So do not fret about it." She said while opening the door for him to go in his room.
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Tiffany Brick Vice Captain
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BlackRoseofDeathyetlovely Crew
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Posted: Sat Dec 08, 2012 2:50 am
Luke noticed the hand signal that Eponine made to some. Yet, he could not figure it out at all. But it's not bother. It was probably some code to communicate about something delicate. Eponine then began to talk to Luke. She is taking all the time, even at night, in order to talk about this proposal of his. But Luke was not worrying about that. What he was actually worrying about is his friend, though long gone now. He had to construct a secretive search party, at least to find something of his to give back to his family. But Luke could not burden himself right now with that. If he is going to have to make a plan, he is going to have to make it with a clear head. Luke felt very warm and delighted. He though it was very kind and cute of Eponine to help him out like that. Luke nodded to what Eponine was saying, one thing that caught his interest though, she seems to be talking about a man name Lind. He must be of upper importance, or someone very close to Eponine. Luke did not walk in the room. He simpled gestured Eponine to go in first, that is his manners. "Ladies first dear." Luke smiled as he followed right after Eponine. Luke preferred Eponine to sit on the bed as Luke took the chair. Ladies should get the upmost treatment, poor, rich, ladies are like a queen race to him, and he treats all of them like that. "Hear me now Eponine. For this proposal may change your life IF it's successful! Eponine, how would you feel owning half of a company that will save lives, and grow? How would you, putting in sweat, and hardwork, and watch all that grow and prosper into something big and worthwhile! I came to France for a reason! To establish a company! A company of Medical Science! With a lot new infections, illness, and diseases, people need more than just faith and morality. They need something to count on! Something that will give them solutions! I don't know if you are a Christian, or Catholic, or what ever religion you may reside on. But help won't just drop from the heavens and into man's hands! Man needs to educate, and venture out itself in order to find solutions! I already gave a name for the company! Linguistics of Health and Chemistry! For short we can call it LHC! LHC, will begin and form in peace! I have put all my life's work into this! I don't just want it to share it myself! I find it convivially exciting if I share it with someone else! So what would you say madame? Would you be a co-finder of LHC?"Luke was very stimulated by his brief speech.
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2012 2:36 am
  Eponine, rode on the the "ladies first" flattery of Monsieur Luke, of course; he would think that she was a fine Parisian lady of tens who would always observe that manner. However, she is not; and guys who observed that somehow, "invisible code" had been observing them to their own ends and their selfish desires. She couldn't count how many lip-servers tried to shove street rats away like some filthy ragdoll, but the truth could never be twisted; they were indeed a ragdoll. But she needn't wallow, wallowing had learnt them a lesson or two in the slums; or atleast the slums had learnt them a lesson or two about wallowing. Either way it's still the same and did not matter. Wallowing in self-pity would result to nothing. The slums was very; well, result-oriented. Compassion was no place in there which brings us back to the first problem; bourgeois hypocrites. They only want what is good for them so they go kind for fine ladies and woo them with their silver lying tongues; But nevertheless, beggars could never be picky. And by this law, they have lived. They would often give a short time of service and be thrown four francs of the ten francs they deserved, you'd only receive four francs of the three hour job if you were not responding, passive and stagnant. But back to everything that is happening at hand; Eponine went in and sat on the bed made of; let's say average material. But it seemed so soft to her, maybe because she had slept in the hardest of rocks and the coldest of rivers. But anyhow, she did listen to Monsieur Luke until he finished with his statement. Eponine's face was very vague at those moments as if she just had been offered to become a queen of the world, well not positively; it's like a part in the books where the heroine discovers that she has a serious illness that has no cure. Her face turned very pale and then sooner flushed; for she laughed, and her smile was evidently pronounced; and it showed sarcasm and mockery. This man, who is standing in front of her; this: Curious man, seems to be mad! It's not that she did not understand what the hell this man is talking about; she did not even understood half of the terms of where, what and why. "You see, Monsieur? I did not realize you were a jester too!"she laughed as her face began to flush. Never before in her life that she encountered such speech and such man; the only thing that shone with brilliance to her is the terms used in the words. But epiphany stroke her like a bombshell, all this while; around this man, she's been acting like a real refined lady who was born from a noble family and is interacting with nobleman and women. She needs to tell the truth, there is nothing that she can hide or ashamed of. If she was ashamed of anything it was the fact that she hid herself and became; rather a hypocrite like all those she used to hate during a period of her life that she blamed others for what is happening to her; a wretch. But those days are gone now and she was growing old very young, the only thing that was left from her good youth, which was around the age of 6 and below; since those were the days she was very pampered, was her eyes that gazes into soul; eyes that speaks and shows sullen and brooding emotion that manifests into her very entity. She had those soulful eyes that is frightened of something yet summons up the courage to face everything. But those eyes are the very treachery of her. For she is not a girl constructed of an empty armor, but someone fighting from the inside, a soul that combats its way through life; yearning for survival. Which is why, Eponine decided to tell Monsieur Luke everything. Well, atleast the things he needed to know. "Monsieur, I am not who you think I am. Listen to me before saying anything. Even though I might have already lost my argot language and my cockney accent; people in the slums would recognize me anywhere. I am not the noblewoman of tens that everyone in the throne room I thought I was. I am a wretch and a poor fellow that lives in the slums, fortunate enough to be taken custody of by a young lieutenant who had intercourse with her several amounts of times. Yes, right now you would think I am a loose women and it is very uncanny for you to hear such things, am I right? But that's hypocrisy! We see bourgeois, nobles, poor men, rich men and leaders of the land at the whore's nest. Who would escape from their irritable wives to seek adventure with people outside. We would seem jolly on the outside, but our gullible, naive and innocent selves was far long gone even before we've reached adolescence. You see, people around the world thinks slavery is not exercised in Europe but, slavery has it's new form. And it affects girls and women, of all age." She said, pausing and sighed for a bit as she moved towards the end-table and lit the candle because it is growing dark. "I however, am one of those whores, thrown soullessly after giving "pleasure" sometimes even left for dead somewhere around the road, we take this challenges everyday. I started this kind of work ever since, let's see..." she said and counted hastily in her head, for three minutes, for it took her a long time before counting something too simple for educated people. "About four years ago, I was at the age of twelve back then; a master of pick-pocketry and a jack of all trades; have experienced the taste of what the world is like lesser than half age. And it has a bitter taste that left antipathy, but abhorrence doesn't last long; you get used to it. I was deflowered during those ages by my most trusted friend Montparnasse. The story is; he was giving a few sous to my father and I heard father said something about being ready for my future job. I thought I was going to be trained for bigger thefts and robbing noble houses rather than snatching and pick-pocket that I have grown accustomed to. But he did not train me when he went up in my room. He did "things" to me, when he wasn't even in bed yet, we were in the... closet's closed door, to be exact; then moved me to the bed half an hour later." she said with distaste and despise in her words. "Then after that, we came to "play" every Wednesdays as it became part of my schedule; then sooner after those few weeks; customers had been piling up to me." she said, but this time monotonously. "Which is why, Monsieur; I could not accept anything you have said, for I have understood only a thing or two about it. Did you think that I was literate? Of course I was not, I stopped being educated after the inn of my father had been seized down by debt and the government. I stopped studying at the age of 6, and everything I knew; I learnt by the way-about of the street." she said, with a downcast gaze upon her clothing. "If you are tired Monsieur Luke, you may sleep. I might render my "services" for a few weeks to pay for this suite, but; as I said, as a citizen of France, I will accommodate you. You could even ask the services yourself." she said, with a very heavy tone that signed sorrow anywhere. "The hell would I change the world when I could not even handle myself." she said to herself, "In a time and country like this, it's hard to keep your conscience clean."she mumbled and waited for Monsieur Luke to move or do or say anything. ALL RIGHT, I HAVE THE THREE LONGEST POST IN THE HISTORY OF THIS GUILD! THIS ONE IS 1,332 WORDS HAHAH!
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Tiffany Brick Vice Captain
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BlackRoseofDeathyetlovely Crew
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2012 11:11 pm
Luke listened to what Eponine had to say. The things that she revealed to him were very interesting indeed. But Luke knew that she was not one of those ladies that call themselves the "upper" class. Luke knew that she Eponine was not at all rich or high and mighty. Hell if that was the case, Luke would not have talked to her at all. Yes, Eponine is indeed a master of disguise, but Luke has his share too. Oh the things that she was revealing to him! It seemed that Eponine was talking to Luke like he did not have a clue of the way of life as a person in poverty. But Luke simply brushed it off, Eponine was being very emotional, and she has a right too. The fact that she called herself a whore made his fist clutch.Whore...Luke thought to himself and silently laughed a bit. That was a word that used to infuriate Luke back then as a child and a adolescent. That word has faded away in the back of his head. Luke had sympathy for what Eponine had to go through. She is the second person he knows that was involved in such things. Eponine was speaking true words to him, there is much hypocrisy. Hell, people would say things with out even thinking, and simply call women a 'whore' without even getting to know the situation at all. He hated that, and that always made Luke enraged. No, look did not see Eponine as a loose women, Luke can relate to her very much. Such words that were coming out of Eponine's mouth was hurting and making Luke angry. He completely understands what it is to be in her position. So Luke simply and lightly covered Eponine's mouth. "Shhh..."Luke said with a calm and firm voice. "Saying such things about yourself and jumping into conclusions that I might think of you as a loose woman offends me very much so madame?"Luke smiled as his hand departed Eponine's lips and back into his lips. "May you please listen to my story?"Luke took a deep breath as he closed his eyes."Before I was born, my father left my mother.."Luke gripped his knee."I really never knew my father, nor will I ever want to know a thing about him~ But he just left me and my mother all alone. My mother had to give birth to me with no one on her side, no one to deliver me. You think I was born into the upperclass, my parents paid for my education? No, good grief no! I was born into poverty, just like you. We lived in a very damaged cabin out in the near the Pine Barrens in New Jersey. The nearest town was not too far away, and that town is where the wealthy live, and in the outskirts the poor live. My mom had to put food in the table, to feed, shelter, and clothed me. She work four jobs, and still made nothing. We suffered from thirst, hunger, and no shelter soon when the land lord came to kick us off the land. So mother and I went to live in the outskirts in the streets. I was of age 6 at the time. My mother didn't want me to live the life of the poor. So he worked even harder...and slept with my teacher in order for him to get me in school. Soon, my mother got herself into prostitution in order to make fast and great money, and she did. She bought me a house, she bought me very exquisite clothing and food. We were living the wealthy life now. But this came with a price of course. Every time she came late at night, she will always have bruises and cuts. She was very tired and hurt all the time..she kept on putting her body on auction in order to make money to pay for my necessities. She wanted to get me through school, and make me become someone important in life. As I said before, she wanted me to soar high and make my dreams come true. But she, she had to suffer for what I am now. It got to bad to the point where men where coming to our house in order to do business with mother. Soon, everyone in town knew that my mother was a whore. Now tell me, how do you think I felt? How do you think I felt going to school and everyone telling me that my mother is a whore? How do you think I feel when I walk down the street, and people call me the b*****d child of a whore? How do you think I feel when all my classmates and colleagues make fun of me, and keep on spiting my mother in my presence calling her a whore? I ******** hated it! I hate when people say that my mother was a whore! But yet did they not knew the reason why she was selling her body. They did not knew what we were going through and that I was dying. Yet people have the audacity to say that they will do anything for their child, but still call my mother a whore when they don't know why she was selling herself to men. I gotten in so many fist fights, kicked out of so many schools, defending my mothers honor, and justifying the reason why my mother made her decision to sell herself. She had to go through hell, literally, for me. I shed so many tears out of anger and depression. Because my mother was coming home with blood on her lips and cuts. She was coming home with bruises and black eyes, and hair all over her face from being pulled. Yet she came home with the brightest, warmest, and sweetest smile there is. Just happy to know that she is giving her son everything that he can ever dream of. She was happy because she thought I was happy. Yet, you think that she thought that I had no clue to what's going on? My mother was blind, I knew everything. I knew how they abused her, I knew how they treated her and what she was called. And people love to reinforce that by throwing that at mine and mother's face! When my mother was pursuing her dreams to become a singer, she was ridiculed, and throw rocks at just because a female singer has to be "wealthy" and "pure". They did not care that she had a beautiful, alluring, glamorous, gorgeous voice~ And they did not care if she looked beautiful, alluring, glamorous, and gorgeous. All they knew and saw about her was 'whore'. That was all she every was to the eyes of others. They did not see the potential, lighthearted, caring, worrying, zealous, enthusiastic, unconditional loving and amazing person and mother she was. People just saw her as a whore, and I the b*****d child of a whore. I hated it so much, I hated hearing it so much. It went to the point where I refused to have a whore mother. I told people that she was not my mother, and that I would never have a whore as a mother, just for what?! To fit in with society! It got so atrociously awful, that I screamed at her that she was not my mother! That I hated her for putting me through this! I broke her heart...she cried so much. I made her sweet smile and stare of pure and absolute love into pain and tears. I was 15 at the time, and I just wanted to fit in with my peers and get accepted into clubs. I wanted a social life. Mother was very depressed and melancholic, to the point where she made Satanic rituals, in order to win my love back. So what happened now!? People saw her not just a whore anymore, but a witch! She was immediately taken out of town and they dragged me along. They put her on a stake and burned her alive! I WAS THERE! I had to hear her suffering and painful cries. I had to cover my ears because it was so horrendous to me. Yet her cries still ran through my hands and into my ears. She cried up in to the sky, praying to god. And what went through my mind? Her sweet, beautiful voice that people refused to acknowledge. I heard her humming, humming a favorite tune of mines since I was born. I had forsaken her..if only I could of told her that I did not mean anything that I said to her, and that I lov~"Lukes voice trailed off as he he tried to reach something in his coat, it was liquor. Luke desperately opened it and gulped the liquor like there was no tomorrow. He refused to realize that it was gone, but still she shook it very hard, demanding more. There was a waterfall of tears in Luke's eyes. He was very hurt in remembering and talking about his mother. Luke cried silently as he quickly grabbed his briefcase, and walked out of the room and the tavern.Aha! What do you think about MY long post!
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Posted: Wed Dec 12, 2012 7:45 pm
 Eponine, having known of the story behind the Monsieur that was quite; experimental with the word. Sat down the bed as if she's never heard anything, sitting; yet sitting still. "Why doesn't it surprise me, I get such tales everyday. accurate or not. It was rather, convincing." she quietly shrugged to herself; a part of her setting in. Pride could have set inside the vessel of Eponine's soul, but; the virtue, probably the only virtue that was left of her was rationalization if she would've proved who can tell their life story better without exaggerations put out. But; Pride is the epitome of sin in man, it is the fortress of the evil inside a man's vessel. Once pride is in you, it will just be profoundly profane. She had already lived in a world of lies; where dreams were shattered. Pride is the root cause of error; the wickedness of pride that counters out virtue. Eponine walked away from the room, that she; probably would pay off for a month more, if what she would be doing was honest. A week more, if not. She walked flatly to Monsieur Luke, and said,"Your room is still up there. If you're leaving it abandoned, some fortunate stranger who does not even know how to work his debts and money off will take it." she said, and left Monsieur Luke and went to the tavern to drink something stronger than the liquor she usually drank. "Leave the hurt behind..." she told herself.
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Tiffany Brick Vice Captain
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Liberal Conversationalist
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2012 2:10 am
 Charles' carriage had already reached the tavern, rather taking the rougher roads that heightened the exhilaration of Charles. His whole being was downcast yet masked with excitement, giddy and pleasure. He stepped out of the carriage and saw a distressed man who somehow triggered deja vu in him, but he was engulfed by wine; at any rate on this moment, Charles' body system was down. He walked sharply to the tavern raising his cape with his arms and a bit of a look when a noble enters his fortress. He looked around and scanned of a the lady he was looking for; he knew the instant he looked right that it was Eponine, with the fine clothes she is not used in wearing and probably irritated by it."Good Lord, she drinks too! will the wonders never cease?" he mumbled to himself. However, shrugging the thoughts off, he moved closer to Eponine and took the brandy on her hand. Charles examined the brandy's name and saw that it was one of the strongest one in Paris. "Have mercy on yourself Eponine! What are you doing!?" he asked with an honest, caring and genuine yet commanding tone. "You'll sooner be shepherding wolves around here if you continue that lifestyle." he said with the witty tone Eponine used to wear. He moved closer and whispered straight through Eponine's ears; "I am the only wolf you should shepherd." chuckled he, trying to annoy more of the Lieutenant who seems to be watching. He was well aware of the tension and relationship that is surrounding between the two, What he was confused about is the current stand of their relationship. He wants his curiosity sated which is why he is to annoy Lind tonight by flirting with Eponine
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Posted: Fri Dec 14, 2012 6:52 am
 Eponine knew that she was close to getting drunk, but she can feel and see clearly. But even so, she is oblivious to her surroundings before Monsieur Charles had arrived at the Tavern. Monsieur Charles took the brandy off her hand and examined it with the look of someone who has been drinking for the past few hours. Eponine by this time, looked at Monsieur Charles awkwardly, as if she's a child who's looking at the thief who stole her sweets. Her eyebrows curved unpleasant when he began to say it was one of the strongest wine. "I am well aware that it is one of the strongest brandy in Paris." she said blankly and took the brandy to herself and continued drinking. She was sitting still when Monsieur Charles began blabbering to her about shepherding wolves and how he should be the only wolf she is going to accommodate. The whisper tickled and sent a tingling sensation to her system, she caught his wrist and whispered closely to him; and aimed her hot breath at his neck for a bit of tease. "You are not the only wolf I can handle at one time. And for sure that there are better wolves I can shepherd." said the troubled woman; Trying hard not to let the strength of the liquor not to get ahead of her. But she missed the taste of it, the pure sensation it brings to the drinker. Drinking for Eponine is already a part of her life; she started drinking at the age of 12, ever since she was whored out; she started drinking. Drinking for her in those time was a blessing, it made her oblivious to the customers. No matter how they look like, no matter how they treat her, no matter what they're age is, and no matter how many they are. It gave her a space in life where she keeps herself to herself. In a time where she could take what little she deserves, she found her refuge in liquor. Which is why she took it as a habit to drink, but this time; she was able to order the strongest one in the tavern for she had the francs to spare, and she was not starving. Which brings us back on the scene at hand; Eponine looked at Monsieur Charles with a strange glance, she stood and whispered in an playful manner, "If you want to play with me, you'll have to pay for it." said she, noticing the advancements of the drunken man. Was she kidding? Of course she was kidding.
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Tiffany Brick Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2012 8:26 am
 Charles smirked a drunken smirk at the, "You are not the only wolf I can handle at one time." in which to him; definitely means something. Probably sinister or a pure thought. We do not know, for in which wine enters the body; it makes you do things you wouldn't dare to imagine in your wildest dreams. Charles is alone, but the most valuable thing is, he is lonely. There is a big difference between alone and lonely, for when you are alone; you are not certain that you are lonely. And for when you are lonely, there could be companions around you. Charles' moves are a little too much influenced by alcohol in these times. Which is why he paced to Eponine groggily. Charles pinned both of Eponine's hand to the wall just near to the staircase going up to the suites in the multi-purpose tavern. "Be careful on dealing with people. You just never know who is lonely. Who can kill, and who can fill." he smirked and moved his face closer to Eponine; still in an attempt to annoy anyone who has taken interest on this young lady, perhaps it was not only Lind, for she was always at this tavern; why does he know it? He just knows. "Play with you? I'd rather not to play with you. Because playing is a little too light. I want something explicit and steadfast."he said, moving another inch as her breathing rate is bouncing onto his face to hers'. Charles after which, saw the troubled gaze of Eponine when she was looking at him intently, as if she's gazing into his soul. The eyes that lets him feel. Charles may be drunk but he still somehow has been aware of what is happening. For which he saw that Eponine is not also fighting back, words coming out from her mouth was visibly forced. "What troubles you...? Dear? Come, let's talk about it." he said, very concerned of what is troubling the Mademoiselle. He took off his hat and cloak and placed them on the table. "I bought a room in this tavern months ago, perhaps we could stay there." he said, taking Eponine's hand like gentleman, with a bit of drunkenness in it; but it showed frail wickedness and more purity. But not whole.
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