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Post by María Sheila de Lefévre on Aug 21, 2008 19:35:18 GMT -5
*María smiled and looked at John.*
"Of course. You can trust me."
*She replied mildly, just low enough to not be audible to the policeman, and looked up at him with a glimpse of humor in her eyes.*
"I know exactly how to deal with guys like him. I have watched my father work. When I am done with him, he will not only have relelased this child, but also the other children he has arrested. I think we should start small."
*She winked at him, knowing the double meaning in her choice of words.*
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Post by John Bristow on Aug 21, 2008 19:49:15 GMT -5
John smiled at Maria and walked over to the men, starting with the first man who had yet to be shackled and began taking names.
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Post by María Sheila de Lefévre on Aug 21, 2008 20:03:40 GMT -5
*María walked over to the policeman that had threatened John. There was a cat-like smile on her face. She knew that with men like him, it wouldn't help being timid.*
"My name is Duchess María Sheila de Lefévre. I suppose the name rings a bell???"
*The policeman paled.*
"H-how, w-why???"
*He started, but María quickly interrupted him, not allowing him time to think. She quickly read the name on his badge, without letting him notice.*
"Jean-Charles Costeau, oui? I have heard of you."
*The policeman became even more pale and started trembling, even though her voice was calm and smooth like silk.*
"Convicted for murder 15 times, released on trial, escaped from Marseilles in 1848, started up as a robber and a thief in Lyon. You have a long history here, monsieur."
*The policeman became even more pale, and started to sweat, but María wasn't done with him.*
"You have tricked your superiors into hiring you, they have no idea that the biggest crook in Paris is carrying a badge. That will say.... Not yet."
*The policeman couldn't take the pressure anymore.*
"Please mylady. What do you want?"
*María smiled innocently.*
"I want you to release all the prisoners you have arrested just because of poverty. Men, women and children. I give you 24 hours. If the prisoners have not been released then, a letter about your treason will arrive his Majesty, and you will be a prisoner yourself."
*The policeman nodded and started releasing the child with trembling hands. The little girl clinged to Marías skirts, scared out of her wits. Without another word, the policeman entered his wagon, brought with him his men, and left.*
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Post by John Bristow on Aug 21, 2008 20:15:39 GMT -5
The men whom had been released cheered and shook John and Maria's hands.
John looked down at the young girl and kneeled down next to her "Do you have a home my dear?"
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Post by María Sheila de Lefévre on Aug 21, 2008 20:15:45 GMT -5
*María felt a bit nervous by all the attention from the men, but understood quickly they didn't want her any harm.
The little girl, still clinging to Marías skirts, looked up at John with enormous eyes.*
"What is a home?"
((I stole this sentence from Charles Dicken's book "Oliver Twist."))
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Post by John Bristow on Aug 21, 2008 20:16:45 GMT -5
John stared down at the little girl as tears formed in his eyes "Do-Do you have a place to go? A family?"
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Post by María Sheila de Lefévre on Aug 21, 2008 20:21:30 GMT -5
*The girl was still clinging to María and looking up at John.*
"What is a family?"
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Post by John Bristow on Aug 21, 2008 20:23:18 GMT -5
John sniffled and tried to hold back the tears "Come, come here my dear" he stretched his arms out.
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Post by María Sheila de Lefévre on Aug 21, 2008 20:28:38 GMT -5
*The little girl looked up at María as to ask for permission. María nodded. Her eyes were filled with tears of compassion. As much as she would have loved taking care of the child, she couldn't bring the child into the haunted hell that she lived in. The little girl threw herself in John's arms and wrapped both her arms around his throat. Then she started crying, as a reaction of all the horrible things she had been through that day.*
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Post by John Bristow on Aug 21, 2008 20:34:37 GMT -5
John held the little girl tightly and rubbed her head "Shhh, shhh, it's going to be all right" she looked up at Marie and smiled "you saved her from a terrible fate" he sighed and kissed the little girl on the forehead "come on, you're going to come here and live with my family and all the other people in the shelter. And you'll have warm food and clothes and a soft bed to sleep in every night."
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Post by María Sheila de Lefévre on Aug 21, 2008 20:43:11 GMT -5
*María smiled warmly back to the little girl, and she silently blessed John for being such a warmhearted man. She decided that she would help him if he ever needed her help financially, also when it came to raising the children. Then she smiled to John.*
"What you did for those men... it was very brave, Monsieur. You are a very brave and courageous man."
*The little girl was still clinging to John. When she moved her arm to hug him even more tightly, the sleeve on her dress slid up. Her thin little arm was full of black marks and bruisings,as if someone had brutally beat the child.*
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Post by John Bristow on Aug 21, 2008 20:56:06 GMT -5
John looked down at the arm of the girl and slowly released her to get a better look at her arm "Who did this to you?"
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Post by María Sheila de Lefévre on Aug 21, 2008 21:03:42 GMT -5
*The child looked up at John, clearly afraid of being punished again.*
"Policeman."
*María looked over at John, filling out the details of the child's story.*
"I recognized the policeman from my father's work. He is a convicted criminal. I threatened to expose him to the King if he doesn't release all the poor people he has arrested immediately. I gave him 24 hours to do the job."
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Post by John Bristow on Aug 21, 2008 21:09:50 GMT -5
John nodded "And what does your father do Maria?" He looked back at his house where his daughter was standing looking very proud, he smiled "Marie come here please" Marie nodded and jogged over to them.
"Can you take Mademoiselle-" he looked at the little girl "-do you have a name?"
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Post by María Sheila de Lefévre on Aug 21, 2008 21:18:42 GMT -5
*María smiled sadly and bowed her head.*
"My father does not do very much anymore, Monsieur. He is dead."
*The little girl looked up at John with enormous eyes.*
"I don't 'ave a name..."
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