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A Cell
Jun 4, 2008 11:32:34 GMT -5
Post by Julian on Jun 4, 2008 11:32:34 GMT -5
"The Comte?" *Julian murmured. To his question, he only shrugged.*
"I am curious about many things. I merely didn't know how such a beast could exist without my knowledge. I would like to rectify that."
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A Cell
Jun 4, 2008 11:39:03 GMT -5
Post by Grantaire on Jun 4, 2008 11:39:03 GMT -5
"Well, I don't think it takes many trips to the opera, and most people don't know it exists."
He said dryly.
"Du Morangias controls the thing." The little man cast his eyes to the floor and shifted uncomfortably.
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A Cell
Jun 4, 2008 11:41:31 GMT -5
Post by Julian on Jun 4, 2008 11:41:31 GMT -5
*Julian shook his head, the name unfamiliar.*
"I do not know him. Is he your enemy?"
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A Cell
Jun 4, 2008 11:44:20 GMT -5
Post by Grantaire on Jun 4, 2008 11:44:20 GMT -5
"He's not a friend. But I wouldn't lable him 'enemy' either. He's helped me out when I've needed it..wonder if he'd have me back..."
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A Cell
Jun 4, 2008 11:47:12 GMT -5
Post by Julian on Jun 4, 2008 11:47:12 GMT -5
"Have you back?"
*Julian tilted his head.*
"Were you in his service?"
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A Cell
Jun 4, 2008 11:49:43 GMT -5
Post by Grantaire on Jun 4, 2008 11:49:43 GMT -5
He snorted and pushed a hand through his greasy hair.
"For a while I was his service."
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A Cell
Jun 4, 2008 11:54:28 GMT -5
Post by Julian on Jun 4, 2008 11:54:28 GMT -5
*Julian stared blankly at the man, shaking his head.*
"Were his service?"
*That seemed to make no sense at all.*
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A Cell
Jun 4, 2008 11:55:20 GMT -5
Post by Grantaire on Jun 4, 2008 11:55:20 GMT -5
Really? Was he that slow?
"Yeah. You know..."
Grantaire made a rather rude motion with his hips.
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A Cell
Jun 4, 2008 11:57:38 GMT -5
Post by Julian on Jun 4, 2008 11:57:38 GMT -5
*The thought was rather unexpected, but Julian was forced to give the man the benefit of the doubt on this one.*
"You were his concubine?" *He asked simply.*
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A Cell
Jun 4, 2008 11:59:20 GMT -5
Post by Grantaire on Jun 4, 2008 11:59:20 GMT -5
"I think I object to that term..." He frowned and rubbed the back of his head, trying not to think of himself as a whore.
Well, he was one, he supposed.
"I was more often his whipping boy."
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A Cell
Jun 4, 2008 12:09:17 GMT -5
Post by Julian on Jun 4, 2008 12:09:17 GMT -5
*Julian arched his brow.*
"I did not know that profession was still in practice. He is young then?"
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A Cell
Jun 4, 2008 12:13:29 GMT -5
Post by Grantaire on Jun 4, 2008 12:13:29 GMT -5
Grantaire laughed in his rich bark.
"Monsieur...Julian, was it? I think you are making a joke at me. It was his pleasure to give me pain."
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A Cell
Jun 4, 2008 12:20:32 GMT -5
Post by Julian on Jun 4, 2008 12:20:32 GMT -5
*Julian stared at him, processing the statement. That, at least, he understood. He liked hurting people too.*
"But he found that he no longer needed you?"
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A Cell
Jun 4, 2008 12:25:17 GMT -5
Post by Grantaire on Jun 4, 2008 12:25:17 GMT -5
"He sold me."
Grantaire clenched his jaw and turned his head to one side. Saying that had hurt more than he thought it should. Perhaps because the buyer hadn't really been interested. It had only made Grantaire a very expensive whore.
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A Cell
Jun 4, 2008 12:36:38 GMT -5
Post by Julian on Jun 4, 2008 12:36:38 GMT -5
"Illegally?"
*Of course, illegally. He was relatively certain that slavery was not still in Parisian law.*
"Why did you stay then, with your new master?"
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