Cosette Hugo
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La Resistance Singer and Writer
And then there was night
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Post by Cosette Hugo on Nov 15, 2004 1:55:58 GMT -5
"If I thought you were really interested I would gladly tell you Anna. 'owever you are interested in my life? Here it iz my fazer died when I was 6. My mozer died when I was 16. I toiled and strained to become a writer. You see Anna I was born poor and had to earn my wealth. Why are you playing zis game? Zere iz no point in it. We are allies. Why not act like it?"
Cosette is tired of this. She wants to leave but both keep asking her to stay. She has had too much turmoil in her life to be treated this way by an arrogant brat.
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Post by Phillippe Montaille on Nov 15, 2004 1:58:03 GMT -5
This is not good. I think to myself.
"Ah, so you are a writer, Madmoiselle Cosette? C'est magnifique! We 'ave a few writers in La Resistance already, what kind of writing do you do?"
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Cosette Hugo
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Post by Cosette Hugo on Nov 15, 2004 1:59:57 GMT -5
Cosette lowers her face and quietly replies.
"I write novels and poetry just as my ancestor did. Granted zey are not as good as his but I try."
Cosette feels so out of place now.
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Post by Phillippe Montaille on Nov 15, 2004 2:01:28 GMT -5
"I am a great fan of ze work of Monsieur Hugo!" I say with genuine interest.
"I am sure zat your writing is making 'im proud. Might you 'ave any of your work? I would love to 'ear it!"
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Post by Anna Khodorkovsky on Nov 15, 2004 2:01:39 GMT -5
"I am sorry to hear that your life was marked with such tragedy. My mother is dead as well and my father is in prison. I know what is is like."
I am Sooooo reaching out an olive branch here. Maybe she is the pregnant dog.
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Cosette Hugo
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La Resistance Singer and Writer
And then there was night
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Post by Cosette Hugo on Nov 15, 2004 2:05:49 GMT -5
Cosette keeps her head down. Unlike Anna her tears are real and she is ashamed of them. She pulls out a notebook and hands it to Phillippe without looking at him.
"Feel free to read any you like. And I am sorry to 'ear than Anna. I know you 'ave tragedy as well. I am sorry for yours."
Cosette reaches up to wipe her tears. She silently cries. She feels bad for this whole thing now and wishes that she had just left before.
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Post by Phillippe Montaille on Nov 15, 2004 2:08:03 GMT -5
I finish the meal and hurry over, placing a steaming plate of quiche in front of both of the ladies.
"I am sorry, it is not much, but I 'ope you enjoy it," I say. I pick up Cosette's notebook and begin to thumb through it.
"Madmoiselle Cosette, zis is very good, you 'ave remarkable talent."
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Post by Anna Khodorkovsky on Nov 15, 2004 2:11:13 GMT -5
I let Phillipe look at her writings and don't say a word. I don't have many talents. Well none that I appropriate to talk about.
I am a pretty good at being a pregnant dog and good at organizing too.
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Cosette Hugo
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And then there was night
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Post by Cosette Hugo on Nov 15, 2004 2:17:09 GMT -5
((Going to bed. Good night Anna and Phillippe))
Cosette continues to look down now staring into a plate.
"Zank you Phillippe. I appreciate those kind words. Perhaps the chaperone iz not coming? I guess I shall stay for ze meal zen. I do not wish to waste this fine cuisine."
Cosette forces a smile. She really did not feel comfortable or safe here anymore.
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Post by Phillippe Montaille on Nov 15, 2004 2:19:04 GMT -5
((I should go to bed too so I don't fail my Psych exam tomorrow. G'night!))
"I 'ope you enjoy it. Please, ladies, eat, ze quiche is quite good, I assure you."
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Post by Anna Khodorkovsky on Nov 15, 2004 2:22:56 GMT -5
"This is great, three friends eating Quiche. This is what good memories are made of."
I eat my quiche and smile at them both.
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Post by Kaieka on Nov 15, 2004 2:49:20 GMT -5
The insanity that ensued was rediculous: Strange persons filling the room with gadgets summoned from who knows where and exploding small objects. It is time to take my leave. Though I love a good torture, with all of this ruckus, this would be nothing like a good torture. I have to enjoy it, and I am sure that now it would not be very enjoyable. Also, the presence of another torturer in the room, one who has taken over all three of the prisoners at once, mind you, seems to show that my presence is not needed.
What kind of a person would take the sheer joy out of torturing by going through three prisoners at once? It is something that needs to be savored. It is not a game of exploding people, not some smoke-and-lights show. No, it is an art. It is the art of pain, it is creating while at the same time tearing apart... it is a beautiful thing.
This is not so beautiful. I leave the room.
Illidan performed wonderfully well, however. I look over at him, seeing for the first time a stronger side of him.
"I'm sorry I couldn't show you anything. Interruptions are a bother, aren't they? But you were quite good in there, very assertive.
It looks like all of the prisoners are being used at the moment, too bad. We could try to round up some more... or we could do something else to pass the time. I don't mind either way. It is up to you, oh mean one."
#nosmileys
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Post by Illidan on Nov 15, 2004 2:53:14 GMT -5
Illidan blushes. Even his ears turn red. He leaves the torture area with Kaieka and heads towards the caffeteria.
"Oh Kaieka, I guess I got a little carried away in there. That elf was not me." He says shyly. His ears are still beet red.
"Would you like to eat lunch with me in the caffeteria?"
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Post by Kaieka on Nov 15, 2004 3:02:43 GMT -5
I reach over and tweak his ear, which is now bright red.
"Don't be embarrassed. You can have a little mean streak, it's okay. Everyone has some darkness hidden inside of them somewhere, it's okay to let it come out every once in awhile.
Besides, some people find it sexy... you may be able to reel someone in if you act all self assured like that.
I have found that men find confidence appealing.
And sure, I will accompany you to the cafeteria."
We walk along towards the Ministry of Terror Cafeteria, they are serving tator tots today. I wonder if Illidan is the type to want to be in a relationship. He seems like the shy type. I wonder if I should try setting him up with someone... not that I know anyone, but we could go out to a club or a bar, and I could find a nice guy that he might find appealing. I hear that they kind of like the submissive type... and the leather cloathing has got to help pick up guys. Ooh, we could go to a gay/bondage bar... it would be great... it would be picking up a guy for him as well as learning about torture, ooh!
I pick up a tray and walk along looking at the various types of food.
I don't really want any of this. I don't need this kind of food. I pick out a safe-looking slice of pie and hand the lady my card.
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Post by Illidan on Nov 15, 2004 3:07:02 GMT -5
"Oh well maybe after a few more torture lessons I will become progressively more assertive."
Illidan lines up for tator tot hot dish, jello, and peas.
"This is fun fun fun! I love tator tot hot dish. And look, the jello is green!! Green jello is my favorite!" He chirps merrily.
He adores Kaieka. Adores her as a friend that is. He is so happy that she is back alive and from the past.
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