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A Cell
Jun 4, 2008 12:41:38 GMT -5
Post by Grantaire on Jun 4, 2008 12:41:38 GMT -5
"He wasn't my master. Just a friend. Sort of. Thought he was doing me a favor--or rather, he thought he was...well, I was his cause of the moment."
The little man blinked heavily and rubbed the blanket across his face.
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A Cell
Jun 4, 2008 12:51:18 GMT -5
Post by Julian on Jun 4, 2008 12:51:18 GMT -5
"So...he bought you and then freed you?"
*Julian was trying to follow the plot without a list of characters.*
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A Cell
Jun 4, 2008 12:53:54 GMT -5
Post by Grantaire on Jun 4, 2008 12:53:54 GMT -5
"He bought my freedom, yes. And...I suppose he freed me. For a couple days. But a fellow like me always ends up in the bottom of a wine cask, eventually."
He sighed and looked around for somewhere to sit.
"You work for the opera police or something?"
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A Cell
Jun 4, 2008 13:20:12 GMT -5
Post by Julian on Jun 4, 2008 13:20:12 GMT -5
"No." *Julian answered flatly.*
"There are wine casks here, though I doubt you would find them agreeable."
*He was quiet for a moment, trying to figure the man out.*
"Why do they call you Grand R?"
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A Cell
Jun 4, 2008 13:23:38 GMT -5
Post by Grantaire on Jun 4, 2008 13:23:38 GMT -5
"Because it fits. Renard Grantaire. "R" for Renard and "Grantaire" sounds like Grand R. Most of the time they call me R. Or drunk. Usually drunk."
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A Cell
Jun 4, 2008 13:31:40 GMT -5
Post by Julian on Jun 4, 2008 13:31:40 GMT -5
*Julian listened quietly as the man babbled.*
"Which do you prefer to be addressed as?"
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A Cell
Jun 4, 2008 13:34:58 GMT -5
Post by Grantaire on Jun 4, 2008 13:34:58 GMT -5
"Huh?" No one'd ever asked him that before. He rubbed at his arm.
"Grantaire's fine. So, if you're not with the police, what are you doing down here--other than locking up and feeding drunks?"
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A Cell
Jun 4, 2008 13:43:46 GMT -5
Post by Julian on Jun 4, 2008 13:43:46 GMT -5
*Julian shrugged.*
"This is my home. It is where I was born. I have no desire to be anywhere else."
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A Cell
Jun 4, 2008 13:45:17 GMT -5
Post by Grantaire on Jun 4, 2008 13:45:17 GMT -5
"Right." He grunted.
"Done with your questions, then?"
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A Cell
Jun 4, 2008 17:15:42 GMT -5
Post by Julian on Jun 4, 2008 17:15:42 GMT -5
*Julian stared unblinking for a moment, attempting to figure out anything else that might be of use. Then he stepped to the side, revealing a long dark corridor.*
"That is all I have at the moment. You are free to go."
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A Cell
Jun 5, 2008 3:10:18 GMT -5
Post by Grantaire on Jun 5, 2008 3:10:18 GMT -5
"You're joking! I'll get lost."
He snorted and shifted the blanket on his shoulders, wrapping it tighter round himself.
"Why's it so damned cold down here!"
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A Cell
Jun 5, 2008 5:50:18 GMT -5
Post by Julian on Jun 5, 2008 5:50:18 GMT -5
*Julian rolled his eyes.*
"You seem to have much to complain about."
No wonder you are difficult to upkeep.
"You did not seemed concerned about being lost last night."
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A Cell
Jun 5, 2008 13:38:31 GMT -5
Post by Grantaire on Jun 5, 2008 13:38:31 GMT -5
"Sorry..." he muttered.
He did feel as if he were being a bit rough with the man and his dropped his head a moment, letting his unwashed hair fall along the sides of his face.
"Been a rough week. I appreciate the food and everything--well, not the broken nose."
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A Cell
Jun 6, 2008 5:50:38 GMT -5
Post by Julian on Jun 6, 2008 5:50:38 GMT -5
*Julian lowered his eyes a moment, thinking perhaps he had done something wro--no the man was being foolish. He had only been protecting him. His jaw shifted, as if he was forcing himself to make the offer.*
"I will set it, if you would prefer."
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A Cell
Jun 6, 2008 6:58:10 GMT -5
Post by Grantaire on Jun 6, 2008 6:58:10 GMT -5
"It's alright." He chuckled.
"Crooked nose won't off set my looks or anything."
The little man leaned against the nearest wall, pulling the blanket up over his chin and cheeks.
"So people really live down here?"
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