Post by msieurthernadier on Feb 9, 2013 15:40:25 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 460px; background-image: url(http://i44.tinypic.com/34fb0ns.jpg);-moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; border: 4px ridge #7a9aa9, bTable][tr][cs=2] Louis Thernardier. 45. Patron Minette. Daniel Day Lews | |
[rs=2] | They called me Master of the house you know. Liable to robbing people blind a'course, beatings, stabbings, oh we had the lot. Oh yeah, I was a regular Voltaire.. the kinda man you looked at and thought, a properly brought up fella, well looked after. Nicely groomed. Buxom wife. Kinda man that you woulda trusted to look after your kids and then some, hell I've looked after everything, but y'know what I like after the most? Eh? Money, other people's a'course, my own well I don't 'ave much y'see, me and my wife we 'ave... 'ow many kids now? I reckon it five, maybe six.... or was it four... did any of 'em die yet? I know that little bi- I mean darling Eponine is still bloody breathing. And that little scab of a boy Gavroche is probably plying his trade somewhere, can't be arsed with that little scumbag, made him pick 'is own name din't I? Don't look a'me like that Mister or I'll stick this knife so far down your throat you'll 'ave another hole to crap out of. Y'see you have to learn early that the only way to survive on these damned streets is to take what you can take and never give back. The little scamp learned that after he picked 'is own name and now look at him, out running around with some revolutionaries, thinkin' he's the biggest tough-guy since that giant of a Sargent started stalking us. Oh don't get me started on the law I'm telling ya they have it out for people like me, they think they can waltz around my place like they own it, kickin' in doors, breaking people's bones. Well I'm damn well tellin' ya the next Cop I see I'm gonna stick him right between the shoulder blades and then see what his clubs and friends'll have to say. I blame society for what I've had to do to get what little I have, hell do I have enough to feed my own kids? No. Do I have enough to feed myself and my wife just about yeah I damn well do and what of it! -Louis shakes his head and then begins sharpening an already sharp knife, looking unnervingly around before taking the knife and tapping it against his left eye, the little clink of metal hurting glass is heard- Y'wanna hear the tale of how I got this eye? Some little pipsqueek called Arthur Wesley was leading an army against the mighty Napoleon, ahh Napoleon was a fine man and he cared for the people as well, not like today's Government. Anyways, this man y'see, this man he had been fighting all day and he'd found a general attacked by the most worthy British Foot-Guard of all people! The very men who had scared of the ol' Guard 'emselves so this man, he's brave, daring, charging through grapeshot to save the General, just after he's finished dismantling the Foot-Guard with his trusty bayonet, he turns and low and behold a bullet clatters into his face. Despite the overwhelming pain 'ee may feel, he fights through it and drags the General back to friendly lines. The man wakes up two hours later...and he has a glass eye, the bullet had shot right through one of his cheekbones and turned his eye to mush. Pretty lucky Guy eh? He's sat right here in frontya. -Louis grins again and sheathes the knife and takes out another and begins sharpening it with wicked efficiency- My father was a butcher, mother some dirty good for nothing that my father thought he could turn inta something better. Turns out she was still a dirty good for nothing. She got kicked out and I got to stay behind, learned my father's trade din't I taught me everything and he knew and boy did he know a lot about knives, how to throw 'em, how to use 'em to make a man squeal like a newborn pig. Hell he even showed me a trick about how to get a man's eye out of his head and cut it without leaving so much as a speck of blood. Just pop it right outta the socket -Louis leans forward and taps his eye again, the glass clinking sound echoes, he grins showing yellowed teeth- My father was a good man, honorable man, he had a profession and a trade and he knew how to go about that profession with principles and respect. Sommat I aspire to continue on living my own life, sure I rob a few people from time-to-time, but the 'ristos don't even understand how hard it is on people like me and the wife... some nights we go without even the most basic of commodities. Like I said, new Government broke all that up a long time ago. Kicked my father outta business because they found him stuffing sausages with rotten cows brains. Not 'is fault of course, no good meat could be found for miles. Risto's bought most of it and then whatever we could produce was just from what I scavenged...Not sayin' we ever put human in it though. So yeah I bought a bar, got married had a few kids... can't remember how many, then one day this prim and proper piece of ass come's walkin' through the door like she ain't ever seen a man and a woman going about the business so to speak. So I'm sat there and I'm thinking well damn Louis, they sure stopped making whores the way they used to. But then I hear she's got some sorta offer for me. Master of the House she says. Will you please care for my child in my stead. So I says, hey get this. I says "Sure lady I'll look afta the kid for ya but only if you're willin' to let me help get you on the way to another." Obviously the wife didn't like that one bit, so I ends up basically takin' money of the stupid girl to look after this little blonde angel. Toilette... or was it Tolette... Wait... Wait I got this one... I swear it was Hoelette? Mosette? Cotette? No.....wait... yeah I got it... yeah it was definitely Toilette... sorry the ol' memory ain't what it used to be. So yeah I look after her, the woman comes by sometimes. I get money sent to me and yeah so what if I spent it on my own little angels. Azelma and Eponine are the only good things that ever came outta me. The rest... just pure garbage, hell I try to emulate my father's principles, but I know I ain't no perfect gent and I won't ever be. The wife has aspirations of some sort of great destiny, all I wanna do is survive and that's what I been doing ever since I got kicked out of my own bar by some stupid gang. Pity they din't even know who they were messin' wi- -Mumbles something and then looks up testing the knife on the tip of his tongue and placing it in another sheath he strokes his stubbly face briefly and then twirls the end of his ornate mustache thoughtfully- Y'wanna know the story about how little Toilette got kidnapped? Yeah I bet ya do.... forty francs. Up front. -takes the money, counts it carefully and tucks it in his pocket- Right, y'see this man some rich fool with too much money and not enough sense if you're asking me. Anyways he comes to my bar and says, "Monsieur... I would like to buy the child." So I take his money and I give him the kid, not much use for much anyway, the little girl was always complaining about this or that, how she had to carry too much, how she never got toys. She was a bully and I was glad to get her out of my house. Enough of that. -Louis looks a little unnervingly out the window and then frowns, takes a very ornate looking pocket watch from the inside of his jacket and examines it briefly before looking out of the window pursing his lips- So yeah... we got kicked out of the inn, something about not paying the rents due on it. I stuck a few guys for that I can tell ya.... then there was nothing else for us. We were forsaken by the Government, by the people we'd called friends and we were treated like dirt. Damn straight I've killed, robbed and cut people to shreds for the things they've done to my family. I'd do anything for my girls. Anything. So the only alternative was the Patron-Minette, group of thugs and fools if ya ask me, but you're not. I'm good friends with 'em y'see so I help 'em out from time to time with a few things, I'm good at violence, intimidation. I've got my fingers in a lot of different pies though...Prostitution, drugs, tobacco, all sorts.... But I got things to do... So let's cut this short eh? -standing up and placing his top hat back on his greasy black haired head he steps up and then a knife is produced.... he robs the man he was talking to. Louis walks out whistling a tune- Master of the 'Ouse... Master of the 'Ouse... pretty nice tune that one. . |
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