Pierre Legard (D)
Deceased
Member of the Queen's Guard
Son of Phillipe and Henrietta Legard. Brother of Christophe, Marie and Henri Legard
Posts: 318
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Post by Pierre Legard (D) on Sept 20, 2009 0:48:18 GMT -5
I walked with a quick pace into the city, going to the area in which I new would be the cheepest, without slumming it with the riff raff. The door swung wide open and I entered, it wasn't crowded but it was certainly busy. Making my way up to the bar I ordered a shot of brandy (which wasn't cheep), and then a mug of ale that I drank down in one daught. The mixing affects of the alcohol did enough to calm me, and I sat in the chair, leaning over so that my face pooled in my arms against the top of the bar.
What happened?! I replayed the moment in my head over and over. Had she done something? Said something, that had made me want to kiss her?! I let out a whimpering sigh into my arms as I thought about the possible ramifications and reasons as to why I had just kissed the betrothed of my most loathed brother.
What if she told Christophe? What if she didn't? What did this mean? Where had the kiss come from? The list went on, I thought about the moment in question very hard. I had kissed her, yes, that much was true, but... but had she kissed me back? I mean... a little, was she just confused or? No, I didn't even want to think about what "or" could mean. Right now I just wanted to drink, and may be do some of that living Malabelle was claiming I wasn't doing.
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Post by Karina Mikhailova nó Valerian on Sept 20, 2009 1:10:53 GMT -5
I had a couple of hours free one afternoon before I would be needed again at the House, so I stole away and made my way down to the familiar streets of the Doorstep. I needed a quiet moment with a drink in front of me. I found it at the Traveler's Inn, where the owner set me up at the bar. He had known my mother, had seen me grow up. My mother had always liked him because he was a retired sailor, and knew enough Ruskovian to greet her in her mother tongue. I liked him too, and not only because he had a small stash of vodka set aside for select customers.
I was having that quiet drink when an obvious disgruntled man took up the chair beside me and began to drink like he had gills. I wondered if I wanted to know, and then wondered if he was the type of drunk that was going to give me a choice in the matter.
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Pierre Legard (D)
Deceased
Member of the Queen's Guard
Son of Phillipe and Henrietta Legard. Brother of Christophe, Marie and Henri Legard
Posts: 318
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Post by Pierre Legard (D) on Sept 20, 2009 1:16:12 GMT -5
For a time I lay my head in my arms, sighing and grumbling to myself about adepts, and fiance's, and kissing... and adepts... damn adepts, till finally I raised my head and body so I was sitting up right. "Stupid!" I said loudly, I knew others would look, but I didn't care much, the brandy was making me feel fuzzy, and the ale was doing its job too. "Why, why why why?" I added as I looked ahead and then lifted my second mug of ale to my lips, taking a drink as I did. When I had enjoyed myself I let the mug fall back down and sighed once more, shaking my head as I did. "Stupid." I said again, though this time more quietly.
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Post by Karina Mikhailova nó Valerian on Sept 20, 2009 1:32:01 GMT -5
I nearly jumped when he shouted, after grumbling to himself. I wasn't sure what situation he had found himself in, but he certainly was confused.
"Your fiancée left you for an adept?" I asked him, his theatrics having made me curious.
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Pierre Legard (D)
Deceased
Member of the Queen's Guard
Son of Phillipe and Henrietta Legard. Brother of Christophe, Marie and Henri Legard
Posts: 318
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Post by Pierre Legard (D) on Sept 20, 2009 2:01:58 GMT -5
My head turned to look at the girl next to me, my brows raising as I took her in. She was beautiful to say the least, with a strange air about her that made me want to question everything about her. "No." I finally said, the alcohol working its magic as thinking began to take more measure. "No." I said again, turning my eyes forward as I picked up my mug and rose it, sipping the ale for a moment. I hunched forward over the drink as I placed it down, looking into it as I thought. "I was talking about my ungrateful shit!..... " I rose up enough to shout the word a little as if by doing so he'd some how hear me. "of a brother, whom happens to be an adept." I scoffed. "And his brillantly bitchy betrothed." The words just flowed as the alcohol spun my mind making me a little punch drunk. "Stupid bitch." I murmured to myself. "I wish her luck with my cuckold brother." I added at normal volume.
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Post by Karina Mikhailova nó Valerian on Sept 20, 2009 12:31:48 GMT -5
At his words, I looked at him, really looked at him. He was Camaeline from his accent, a country boy. And he looked remarkably like... No he couldn't be, Christophe never mentioned a brother. Besides, no one I knew disliked Christophe. Though a couple of people I knew disliked the woman he was to marry.
"She's cheating on him then? With who, you?" I asked. So I might not be getting that quiet drink I had longed for. Instead I got free entertainment. Though I did make sure that I had an escape route in case he got more rambunctious.
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Pierre Legard (D)
Deceased
Member of the Queen's Guard
Son of Phillipe and Henrietta Legard. Brother of Christophe, Marie and Henri Legard
Posts: 318
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Post by Pierre Legard (D) on Sept 20, 2009 16:03:18 GMT -5
I laughed at her question, blowing out the air in my mouth and sputtering my lips together at the same time. "She wishes." I said and waved my free hand dismissively as the other rose my mug to my lips to take a long sip. When I had finished, I placed down the cup and turned to look at the girl sitting next to me. I studied her for a moment as I leaned on my elbows. "What's your name?" I asked, my brows furrowed as I looked at her.
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Post by Karina Mikhailova nó Valerian on Sept 20, 2009 16:41:18 GMT -5
I sipped on my vodka as he studied me. "Karina," I replied with a little smile, meeting his peering gaze. "What's yours?"
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Pierre Legard (D)
Deceased
Member of the Queen's Guard
Son of Phillipe and Henrietta Legard. Brother of Christophe, Marie and Henri Legard
Posts: 318
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Post by Pierre Legard (D) on Sept 20, 2009 17:26:26 GMT -5
I looked back at her for a moment, my brows unfurrowing as my eyes searched over her face. "Pierre." I replied before raising my glass toward her and then took a long drink of it. "So Karina, what are you doing here, in a place like this?" I asked curiously as I looked at her once more.
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Post by Karina Mikhailova nó Valerian on Sept 20, 2009 21:17:19 GMT -5
"I grew up not too far from here. Occasionally I return to reminisce with the owner of this place," I replied with another little smile. "And I like the liquor he carries."
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Pierre Legard (D)
Deceased
Member of the Queen's Guard
Son of Phillipe and Henrietta Legard. Brother of Christophe, Marie and Henri Legard
Posts: 318
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Post by Pierre Legard (D) on Sept 20, 2009 23:42:56 GMT -5
I narrowed my gaze studying her, she sounded D'Angeline, looked it for the most part, but her name wasn't a common D'Angeline name. "Oh?" I replied, thinking of the origin of the name. "And where is near?" I asked. "Ruskovia?"
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Post by Karina Mikhailova nó Valerian on Sept 21, 2009 16:29:12 GMT -5
"Ruskovia? Oh, I'd love to go someday. But no, I was thinking three blocks over, on Rue Couple," I replied blithely. I hadn't liked the way he spoke of my mother's birthplace, but starting arguments with strange men wasn't my thing. Not unless it was their thing. "You're from Camlach, aren't you?"
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Pierre Legard (D)
Deceased
Member of the Queen's Guard
Son of Phillipe and Henrietta Legard. Brother of Christophe, Marie and Henri Legard
Posts: 318
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Post by Pierre Legard (D) on Sept 21, 2009 16:39:47 GMT -5
I nodded wordlessly at her question, turning my head to face forward as I took a long drink and then looked back at her. "Your parents, were they Ruskovian?" I asked curiously, the plight of my family forgotten for the moment.
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Post by Karina Mikhailova nó Valerian on Sept 22, 2009 9:23:04 GMT -5
It seemed he wouldn't be sidetracked. I could appreciate that trait in a man. "My mother was. My father was D'Angeline," I replied.
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Pierre Legard (D)
Deceased
Member of the Queen's Guard
Son of Phillipe and Henrietta Legard. Brother of Christophe, Marie and Henri Legard
Posts: 318
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Post by Pierre Legard (D) on Sept 24, 2009 15:24:57 GMT -5
"Was?" I commented on her use of past tense. "Are they no longer alive?"
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Post by Karina Mikhailova nó Valerian on Sept 24, 2009 15:35:11 GMT -5
"I have no idea if my father is alive or not. But yes, my mother passed," I said, not able to stop the wave of sadness that swept through me. It was still felt like just yesterday that she was smiling and giving me advice.
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Pierre Legard (D)
Deceased
Member of the Queen's Guard
Son of Phillipe and Henrietta Legard. Brother of Christophe, Marie and Henri Legard
Posts: 318
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Post by Pierre Legard (D) on Sept 24, 2009 15:38:50 GMT -5
I furrowed my brows as I looked at her. "Do you even know who your father is?"
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Post by Karina Mikhailova nó Valerian on Sept 24, 2009 23:15:12 GMT -5
My sadness took on a bitter edge, and my gaze hardened as I turned it from my drink to him. "You say that like I would have any say in the matter. You say that like I should be ashamed." My voice managed to not be angry, but it was cool.
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Pierre Legard (D)
Deceased
Member of the Queen's Guard
Son of Phillipe and Henrietta Legard. Brother of Christophe, Marie and Henri Legard
Posts: 318
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Post by Pierre Legard (D) on Sept 24, 2009 23:40:26 GMT -5
I furrowed my brows for a moment as she spoke. "I didn't mean it like that." I said as I took a long daught of me ale. "I just meant..." I shrugged. "I mean, do you know who he is, where he might be? Some way to track him down..."
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Post by Karina Mikhailova nó Valerian on Sept 25, 2009 13:53:11 GMT -5
"I know he was D'Angeline, and that my mother met him over his laundry," I replied. "My mother always told me that though they enjoyed each other's company, he was never one for children."
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Pierre Legard (D)
Deceased
Member of the Queen's Guard
Son of Phillipe and Henrietta Legard. Brother of Christophe, Marie and Henri Legard
Posts: 318
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Post by Pierre Legard (D) on Sept 25, 2009 15:05:22 GMT -5
I furrowed my brows again. "Either I'm really drunk, or you are, because you're not making sense." I said as I looked at her.
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Post by Karina Mikhailova nó Valerian on Sept 25, 2009 20:40:30 GMT -5
"Well, I wouldn't be able to make a comment on your sobriety or lack thereof," I replied. "What doesn't make sense?"
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Pierre Legard (D)
Deceased
Member of the Queen's Guard
Son of Phillipe and Henrietta Legard. Brother of Christophe, Marie and Henri Legard
Posts: 318
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Post by Pierre Legard (D) on Sept 25, 2009 21:42:47 GMT -5
I turned toward her in my chair. "I suppose its the whole thing... your mother met him over his laundry? Where? In Ruskovia?" I asked as I furrowed my brow.
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Post by Karina Mikhailova nó Valerian on Sept 27, 2009 15:10:49 GMT -5
"No, she met him here. My mother did laundry, mending, that sort of thing. He was one of her customers," I replied, wondering if I was going to have to explain more. He had just downed quite a bit of alcohol.
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Pierre Legard (D)
Deceased
Member of the Queen's Guard
Son of Phillipe and Henrietta Legard. Brother of Christophe, Marie and Henri Legard
Posts: 318
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Post by Pierre Legard (D) on Sept 29, 2009 23:42:59 GMT -5
"Ah," I replied and nodded. "How did she end up here?" I asked curiously as I took another drink of my ale.
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Post by Karina Mikhailova nó Valerian on Sept 30, 2009 17:37:03 GMT -5
"She lost her husband, and needed a change of scenery," I replied with a little smile. My words were true, even if they left a lot out.
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Pierre Legard (D)
Deceased
Member of the Queen's Guard
Son of Phillipe and Henrietta Legard. Brother of Christophe, Marie and Henri Legard
Posts: 318
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Post by Pierre Legard (D) on Sept 30, 2009 23:06:27 GMT -5
"Ah," I said a bit sadly as I nodded and then turned back to my glass, finishing off the last of it before turning back around to look at her. "So, do you want to have sex with me?" An air bubble rose in my chest and I belched, probably not that loud, but loud enough.
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Post by Karina Mikhailova nó Valerian on Oct 1, 2009 9:55:50 GMT -5
My eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Is that how you get the country girls to hop into bed with you?" I wondered aloud, my head turned away slightly from the smell of his belch. "Next time try for a little tact. You're a good looking man Pierre. Don't act like a clod, and you might get lucky. Now if you'll excuse me." I rose, drink in hand, and turned to find somewhere else to sit.
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Pierre Legard (D)
Deceased
Member of the Queen's Guard
Son of Phillipe and Henrietta Legard. Brother of Christophe, Marie and Henri Legard
Posts: 318
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Post by Pierre Legard (D) on Oct 1, 2009 15:30:56 GMT -5
"Yeah, figures." I said loud enough for her to hear as she walked away. "This city's full of stuck up bitches." I then said even louder to the rest of the tavern; I turned and nudged the man next to me. "Am I right?!" I asked as I looked at him and he just shook his head and ignored me. "Stupid gods forsaken hell hole." I knew my voice was carrying again but I didn't care. I downed the last of my ale and tossed coin onto the counter before standing wobbly on my legs. "I didn't even want to come here!" I shouted as I stumbled back ward a little. For some reason I could feel tears in my eyes and I realized I was crying. "I was happy you know! Till I came here!" I continued to shout as I heard the scuffle of feet around me then felt hands on my arms. "I hope this city burns to the ground with all the traitors and whores!" I didn't resist really, but I didn't go easy, letting them haul me off with my heals dragging as they did.
I felt them heave me out onto the street and I fell unceremoniously to the ground, the sight of feet before me, clouded by tears in my eyes. For a moment I just lay there as I heard the men return inside the tavern, and then I pushed myself up enough to slide to the wall and sat there with my knees pulled up toward me. Leaning my elbows onto my knees I buried my face in my hands and began to weep, not caring at who passed by and saw me. May be I couldn't cut it here, may be Marie and Henri were right about me, may be I should just return home and let them suffer what ever happens.... Yeah... Maybe I should just end everything now.
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Post by Karina Mikhailova nó Valerian on Oct 1, 2009 22:19:43 GMT -5
He called me a bitch and I nearly turned back. But I had already decided that he wasn't worth my time, so I kept walking, finding a seat at a table against the wall. He was thrown out, and I was relieved. I went back to having a quiet drink.
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