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Post by Henri de Lion on Mar 1, 2010 16:07:16 GMT -5
Henri dropped her hand. "You really can't see it? Hmm... What do you see? Just a tree, just a rock? Don't you ever think about how those things get there? If you don't, maybe you should try. Imagination helps. I have lots, and look how it's helped me!" Henri said cheerfully. "I can be anything I want to be; a lost prince, an assassin, a teacher, anything!" He cried. "But... uh, you investigate people right? Well, if anyone comes looking for me, you've never seen me. I-I don't want to be found. Especially by them." He huffed.
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Post by Snoop on Mar 1, 2010 19:01:56 GMT -5
"I wonder the same things you do, it's just... harder for me to wonder exactly how they came," Snoop replied, looking down at the floor, averting her eyes from Henri. The more he talked about it, the more he made it sound like it was a bad thing, which it probably was. Wasn't her fault the world she knew was cold to her. The more he talked about things to be, she thought of all the things she could be, "There's only two things I can be. One's a sneak, the other... well, let's just say it's not as dangerous."
The other was owning a chocolate shop, she knew how to make it, and how to sell it. She would thank her parents for that, but at the moment, that wasn't her. That was Bianca, she was Snoop. "Yeah, I investigate people... somewhat," she raised an eyebrow when he said them, "Them? Alright, I'll be on the look-out for 'them', but can I have a description? I'd like to know before they consult me." Snoop figured she could help Henri, somewhat. It'd be... interesting to find out who 'them' was.
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Post by Henri de Lion on Mar 1, 2010 19:11:12 GMT -5
Henri looked at her. "It... It isn't something bad, it's just something you need to work on... Like, um, knitting! Not everyone knows how to knit at first, right? You have to practice it, just like with your imagination." He smiled at her, a real smile, a tender one. "Them... How do I describe them? Imagine a large Frenchman with a ridiculous mustache who thinks he owns the world and a skinny woman who knows nothing about designer clothes... That's them. My parents." He frowned deeply. "I'll tell you something no one else knows... I ran away from home. I was engaged to this woman, well, betrothed really, and I thought I was in love... Then I found out she was fooling around with my twin brother behind my back, so, I cancelled the engagement, collected all the money I could, and left without telling anyone. I was sidetracked in Paris by a dancing girl named Cossette, then I came to America. None of my family know where I am, or whether I am alive..." He smiled wryly. "That's them."
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Post by Snoop on Mar 3, 2010 18:26:51 GMT -5
Snoop nodded her head at all the information given, "Frenchman who's rather large, and a skinny woman with no sense of fashion. Them is your twin brother and the cheater, if they look for you I'll just say you went to California," she shrugged, "Most runaways come to New York, or they go very far from here to through their parents off." It was the least she could do for Henri, since he really was the only one she had been able to have an actual conversation with before, without there being an awkard silence since the people would flip if they found out about what she did for a job.
But that was beside the point. Snoop took off one of the bracelets she wore, a small plain chain that her mom had, and had no charms on it, she started to play with it, watching the chain more than Henri, "I have people like your them, but their level of them, well, it's completely different from yours." 'Oh what an understatement,' she thought, 'Mine would kill you if you didnt have the money in time.' She frowned at the memory, but shook it off. They couldn't find her, she was older, and they didn't know what she looked like. But she knew how they looked.
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Post by Henri de Lion on Mar 3, 2010 20:37:29 GMT -5
Henri nodded. "Yes, my parents and then my twin brother. He looks like me, but, you know... Less handsome." He grinned like the cocky bugger he was and winked at her. "Am I right? I'm right." He nudged her gently, teasing. Sort of. How amazing, a real life spy. He didn't care what she called herself, she was a spy. Henri looked up at the sky. "Are you going to the wedding? The Irish fellow and the leader girl? I got invited by his cousin and decided I might as well go. But I cannot show up alone, you want to come with me?" He asked suddenly, turning to her and touching her elbow. "So, do you?" He asked hopefully, metaphorically holding his breath. He was amazed to find that he actually cared whether or not she said yes.
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Post by Snoop on Mar 4, 2010 20:34:42 GMT -5
She rolled her eyes playfully, "Oh yes, you totally are the better looking twin when I dont know what the other looks like." When Henri mentioned the wedding, she tilted her head, a bit curious, "Irish and Poet? Wedding? I thought that after Irish... nevermind, they're getting married? Wow I'm behind!" When he asked her to go with him, Snoop thought about it, and shrugged, offering Henri a half smile, "Sure. Why not?" What, weddings... that meant she'd have to wear a dress.... Snoop didn't own a dress.
It couldn't be that hard to find one, right? Snoop didn't know, but she could find something. Besides, it was just a wedding. Nothing bad would happen, right? Most weddings from what she knew, had nothing bad happen to them. Or did they? But she would be going with Henri, and he had somewhat of an idea as to what might happen, since it seemed he had been to a few of them.
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