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[atrb=border,0,true] [/style][style=width: 450px; background-color: ffffff; text-align:center; padding: 8px; line-height: 10px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: 000000;][style=background-image:url(http://i49.tinypic.com/11kea2v.jpg); width: 252px; height: 138px; float: left; margin-top:10px;] WHEN'S IT GONNA END, HOW WE GONNA LIVE, SOMETHIN'S GOTTA HAPPEN NOW, SOMETHIN'S GOTTA GIVE [/style][style=width: 252px; height: 26px; float: left; margin-top:10px] made by historyofus of caution It was always dangerous to take a trip into Paris, he could be spotted at any given moment, yet he had not on none of his secretive trips into Paris, had Nathaniel Re Denei found himself caught or found out. It was dangerous life he led being second in command of the Sacred Heart, made increasingly more dangerous by, the trips he was taking outside the camp. The man had business to do and nothing, okay nothing part from Vanessa could keep him from business such as this and business like this he found was important, very important. The Young Man though did have a few tricks up his sleeve whenever it was required to leave the camp, his name was too well known so of course he left it behind fashioning himself a new name. While Nathaniel's name was well known his face was not, something that gave him a distinct advantage over his foes, that though did not mean people did not know him, one reason why Nate had made sure to dress respectably was that most people would not look at him twice, if they did Nate always had something up his sleeve for that. The man was always confident but always on the lookout, just because a plan was good one it could still easily be unwoven. Nathaniel always made sure to do something a little different on his trips in Paris, go a different way, traverse some of the back alley ways, not majorly so but by getting to know Paris, he could escape easily from trouble, by making changes, slight changes he could avoids some suspicion. The young man also had been able to make a small network of informants in Paris that he used to help him ferry about information and other such things, a network he was always looking to expand. Nate had entered Paris by himself this time, no friends, there was no need, he did not want them at this meeting of sort that he would be attending, it was not their place, the more people who know about those he talked to the more risky it was for those people. The more likely it was for them to be found out and horrendously tortured or something worse, that they did not deserve. If they were to be caught he would rather it be their own fault not his or when of their friends, and as long as they did not carry important information or anything else he was not required to save them, though it did not mean he would not, it depended upon the situation and..... the person, and if they were that important to him. The woman who he was going to meet was important and while it was not a done deal if she was in trouble he might help her out. There were few he would not, he did not keep himself attached to these people, he needed to use them nothing more, and then they could go about their merry way. Yet it was always nice to get someone of them more into the cause he had already started on a few in the aristocracy trying to sway them to the Sacred Hearts ideals. That was incredibly more dangerous than what he was doing now, he was a lot better known in some circles so he had to be extremely careful when dealing with those people. Nathaniel approached one of the many bridges at the River Seine, he smiled to himself glad that the stench of the sewer that often haunted and had stunk the river out, was not attacking his sense. The River for now had more friendly smell to it, if he believed in that type of stuff, Nate would have put it done to a good omen but he did not, it was a stupid thing to think, Nate just believed it be nothing mystical had made it happen. Adrienne was not there, she had not arrived, that was okay if she did she would be early, maybe she was still lying down with one of those men she caught, it was highly likely. Nate felt as if he should frown upon such a life, but it was not the women's fault, it seemed to be her only way of making a living, something that might be able to change if the Sacred Heart and Les Amis were successful. The women's line of work was highly useful, the type of life she lead was a very easy way to get information, she was beautiful enough to loosen a man's lips to get them to spill, it was known happy men would spill quite a lot. Nate was basically paying her for the information; she was getting more money than her line of work would usually give her that was for sure. It was perfect the woman was able to get back at those she hated, something that Nate was quite happy to give her. Nate rested his hands against the edge of the bridge looking out at the river, the day was fading away slowly the light receding, the colour of the sinking sun reflected upon the water creating a lovely picture. Nate looked down at his watch it was nearly time, would she be Late? I don't account for lateness. Looking back up, Nate casually glanced around before looking back out at the river waiting silently and patiently.

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[adrienne]

s h o u ld i g i v e u p o r s h o u l d i

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[atrb=width,240] Rienne straightened lace detail of her dress. Usually she would pull the dress down, make it more provocative but today she was going for a slightly more conservative look. Simply because she wasn't interested in him that was. The man she was meeting, it was pure business. Well it always was business with Rienne, but this wasn't that sort of business. This was different. She flung a shawl around her shoulders, and with her soft curled hair, piled atop of her head, she looked far more presentable than she really was. She sniffled softly and looked about her. Rienne flicked her slight fringe from her face, and pursed her soft pink lips. She never dwelled on the past. Or she tried not to. While she was bitter towards her father. She didn't dwell on the could have beens. What if's and maybe's were a rather romantic notion in her eyes. Something that a bitter old woman might think on. Adrienne didn't. She preferred to keep her head clean, and her life was a lot simpler for it. She hated her father. That was it. No what if he hadn't sold her? She truly did not care. Even when her young brother came to talk with her, she wouldn't let him discuss their father. Mostly because she didn't want to hear how her father had supposedly changed. No one really changed. Not even Adrienne. She knew that if she were to quit being a prostitute, she would never stop being a whore not to those that knew her anyway. She knew that the stigma would hang over her. Rienne supposed she could have gotten out those years ago, when Victor came to see her, when he came to tell her the news. Even those years later, the look of disappointment he had in his eyes still haunted her. It was the only thing that did haunt her. She told her brother that she was out now. Luckily he never came to visit any more. While she wasn't ashamed of her profession – well she was a little – she didn't want her brother the only family member she had left who hadn't caused her some sort of harm, to be disappointed in her and she hated it! She wanted to not care at all. She huffed out. The little child had wormed his way into her heart from the day he was born, when she was a just a young girl, unaware of the world. She approached the bridge with a soft look in her eyes, which was different from her usual guarded look. She sighed and just like that the walls went back up. She pursed her lips, and tugged the shawl further up her shoulders. Rienne had met some interesting people in her life time, and not all of those she could say she was exactly happy to have met. She walked up the bridge, admiring the river as she did. She always had found the sight of running water rather calming. She scrunched up her nose and shook her head. She hummed to herself as she walked, her hips softly swaying in beat to the music and her walk. The pale skin of her ankle peaked out from under her skirts as they shifted to her walk. She saw a man. At least from where she was it looked like a man, but the long hair made it difficult to tell. The clothing suggested it was a male, but some women these days they dressed like men. Not that Adrienne would ever dare do that. She had too much pride for that. As she neared, she could tell that it was indeed a man, and since he was the only one stopped, she assumed he was the one she was to be meeting. Adrienne stood beside him, Her arms holding onto the edge of the bridge. Her eyes looked a dark blue as she stared into the darker water. She briefly wondered what it would be like to fall. Sometimes she liked to imagine that falling would be painless, but Adrienne could tell by the gushing of the water below... it wouldn't be. She turned to look at him. “Bonjour” she spoke straight faced. She said nothing else, that way... if she were wrong. She would not have made a huge mistake.

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"Good Price my ass!" Louis said with a grimace, his face curling up in rage, his eye fixed on the face of the larger man, a seller of meat and sausages and other such like things. Louis had been negotiating a price over some fresh bacon and a little steak... something nice for a family meal. Of course he had the money to pay the asking price but as ever he had tried to barter, the money he did have coming in was spent on all sorts of things and he liked to put a little aside each time he received his payments from his various 'rackets' so his daughters had something to live off should he die. He certainly didn't want them living on their backs if he should die and no doubt their dastardly mother would put them up to something. She had a habit of doing things behind his back, or at least in Louis' mind she did, no doubt she'd have his dear sweet children on their backs before he'd even gone cold. He stuffed some tobacco into his pipe and looked at the man, he was an inch or two smaller than Louis but the height difference was magnified by the top-hat that the gangster wore. It was grey, had a grey circlet along the base where the shaft of the hat met the rimmed edge that blocked the sun from his face. His shirt was relatively clean and to match the top hat he was wearing a grey overcoat, both the hat and the coat were new. Recently purchased for nothing from a clothes salesman who owed Louis and his gang a certain amount of money, they looked fetching and went nicely with his cultivated appearance.

Louis had the look of a rich man but he was poor, poor in the monetary sense and common of speech, prone to using bad language and even more prone to using violence and intimidation as a means of accomplishing goals. He cut a mean figure, tall, lithe and wiry strong, his size belied his strength and his toughness his ability to stand upto anyone, no one in his gang so much as questioned him when it came to fighting. Anyone who did was liable to get a knife in the guts and a swift headbutt or knee to the groin as a follow up. He was a man of principle of intelligence, somewhat uneducated but certainly no less sharp than an educated man and certainly more cunning. Even as he argued back and forth with the meat merchant about the price of the bacon he was looking around his piercing blue eye constantly evaluating his surroundings. Because a man in his position could never be too careful, a man with an accent as distinct as his with a reputation as bloodied as his could never be too careful, the law and the Government left him well enough alone. He was the leader of a powerful gang and a slightly respectable member of society, aside from the fact that he paid the police off and had so much dirt to dish on various politicians that they just let him do as he pleased. He wasn't too worried about other gangs for he and the Patron-Minette took very aggressive measures that amounted to essentially pitched battles between members of gangs.

Louis could remember a few struggles he and his top-hatted bunch had been involved in, some he looked like he wouldn't ever make it out of. But he had survived where others had died and so could call on the strength of Rue Saint-Denis, the other gangs paid him tribute to stop him from having them butchered, the businesses paid him money to stop his gang-members from burning and bricking the places. Everyone owed everyone who owed him, it was a system that worked and it was what kept him fed, his daughters clothed, his wife relatively quiet and all of them with food in their bellies. Of course they lived in a relatively poor area on the street itself, but Louis liked to be close to his territory and the fact that he could allow for extra rooms, simply because of who he was allowed for a certain amount of luxury.

He finally lost his patience with the man and gripped the vendor's collar "Listen here, you piece of human waste. You're gonna give me whart I want foar the price I'm willin' t'pay oar I'm gonna make ya dance like the uppity little man that y'are." malice crept into his tone like an angry viper waiting to strike, the off color of his glass eye that stared unblinkingly forwards only lent to the idea that he was someone who had seen and done things no one would be proud of and he had lived through more violence and deceit than any human should ever have to. The man resisted and Louis let him go. His thugs took care of it and he got his meat, dropping the bartered down price in Francs on the stall he carried on walking towards the bridge. "Hey boys... you should prawbably get back to the street.... ya need to stawrt collectin' remember if they ain't willing to pay you take sommat of equal or higher value than what they owe." the men scampered off disappearing into the crowd as their mustachioed leader carried on walking down the bridge whistling to himself, his hands in the pockets of his clean, fresh, grey trousers, his black hair coming down past his ears was messy and unkempt and his face was unshaven but he held a certain charm reminiscent of his days as an innkeeper.

He whistled again as he walked in no fear as he looked at a couple of figures talking, he carried on whistling as he passed his glass eye aimed tactically forward, his real eye glanced across and gauged the two. A rich woman...a ri- "Adrienne Chevalier... whart a pleasant surprise." he said with a soft smile, he looked at the man stood with her the glass eye staring straight on through him. "I can see yaw're still upta yaw're old tricks...." he said chuckling as he approached her with slow steps, he eyed the man with that one piercing blue eye, both hands in his pockets. He was a split second reach away from a knife and he sure as hell knew how to use them.

[nathanielredenei]

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Now that was something that Nate liked to see out of the people he was dealing with, it was very frustrating when people could not keep to time, now if they were there early he could not fault them on their eagerness but unless they had been detained nothing good could come of being late, it set a bad example really, and at times it did not show your eagerness for something. Nathaniel had heard the footsteps as he waited watching the shimmering water bellow the bridge, his mind for a moment clear of all worries and thoughts. The peace was held for those few seconds before the approaching footsteps took hold. Nate would have liked to stare all day and just be lost in the beauty of the water, it was always the simple things for Nate that revealed the most beauty and gave the best pleasure, simple things, not everything had to be long and complex, simplicity was key in many things. Many people thought Nate always liked to do something complex and have layers upon layers of complexity surrounding his plans and anything else around him. This was not always the case for Nathaniel, he had a huge love for the simple things in life, much like the taste of food which he believes is something simple is a fine delicacy to him, sometimes the answer is just simple and there waiting for you to grasp it, without the simple things in life there would be nothing to enjoy, simple words, simple thoughts even just living a simple life could be a good one. For Nate there was no complexity held in the water below just a simple truth to it, there was really only the water right now, and nothing more, if he wanted to he could stare at it all day and damn everything else around him. Nathaniel was not like that though he would not just drop things that needed to be done just so he could some small happiness out of it, no with business comes reward same with working hard at succeeding, though there was a time when you had to stop and rest. Nate's friend and the one in charge of the Sacred Heart Henri was an example of this, yes he worked hard to reach the desired outcome, but he barely ever seemed to be giving himself a brake, it was obvious from the look of him how stressed he was, his eyes gave it away. This was not to say he was the only one Nate had started to feel the strain in the past few days while he had, had some rest even he had been keeping himself a little too busy, to the point the other day he felt just overworked. Proper Rest and relaxation can come after we have finished and completed our goals. He turned to take in the women Adrienne, she was not extremely beautiful not in Nathaniel's mind, yet he could see why most men would take to her when she was doing her line of work, she was certainly not ugly. Nate would have a hard time in thinking any man would lay down with someone they perceived as ugly even if it was just for something quick. Then again some of these men did having someone better usually elsewhere. Which sickened Nate somewhat but he would not say it to their faces. It was certainly Adrienne, which meant they could get down to business, he gave her a sharp nod while looking over what she was wearing, she seemed to have dressed to impress at least, that was very interesting. He did not mind it was her choice but looking a little less flash would be good but it was fine there seemed to be no one else around at the present moment. Though something in the wind told the young man that things were going to get complicated, Nate hated unnecessary complications. "Bonjour, so nice to see you again, how are you?" He may have made it sound like a formality through the way he spoke but part of Nate did actually care what happened to Adrienne, though mostly he was more caring about her as piece on a chess board that could be moved in any which way to suit him, and she was certainly a valuable piece one he would hate to lose. Nathaniel would of said more but there was an unwelcome complication. He heard the man before he even saw him, he was whistling, what interested Nathaniel the most though was the class eye. Nate’s gaze flickered from Adrienne back to the man, they had a connection obviously from the way he spoke to her, and it seemed more than the business he knew she did. The Man had unkempt hair and unclean but the biggest give away for whom this man was, was the glass eye that refused to stop looking at him. Nathaniel broke into a smile and tore his gaze away from Adrienne entirely and to the Master Thief, who believed owned these streets, Nate could almost roll his eyes at that he never got the memo. It was Louis THÉNARDIER a man who could make most people quiver in their boots, and wilt at his presence. Nate did not saying thing he refused to wilt and he held the man's gaze, he had noted the hand's in the pockets and kept in mind that there may be something in there something he had to keep in mind. Nate had his own weapons of course he always did but while he was always prepared something told him that simplicity was needed here." Good evening I don't believe I have had the pleasure of making your acquaintance," He brought out his hand to shake, still holding the man's gaze, his other hand was behind his back, Nate wanted to see what would happen, would a weapon appear or would the hand be empty? (too be honest this was not that good)

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[adrienne]

s h o u ld i g i v e u p o r s h o u l d i

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[atrb=width,240] Adrienne wasn't all to keen on the small talk Nathaniel seemed to be going for, but she replied with a small smile. “I am fine, yourself?” she asked, her tone was distant. Rienne always tried to hold back. She wasn't the type to show her emotions on her sleeve. Except maybe distaste or anger. She placed a delicate hand to her forehead, and pursed her lips. Rienne's gaze flitted from Nathaniel to the river. She did not have much information for Nathaniel. Not today. It was not as often as she hoped that she came across decent information. In her trade, it depended on the person who approached her. Luck of the draw some might say. “I did not think we were here to -” Rienne stopped short, as someone spoke to her. The said someone knew her name, and there was only one person it could be. The familiarity of the accent made Adriennes face frown. She knew that voice. So unique, how could she forget? She looked from Nathaniel to Louis."Louis Thenardier" she growled. Her eyes crinkled as did her nose. Rienne breathed in sharply and out through her nose. The light in the sky made her green dress shimmer softly and in turn the light red lace stood out against it. She tugged the shawl closer around her shoulders, as though the thin matieral could protect her, which was a stupid idea. The material would be no help against a knife or a gun, however it did protect the little 'modesty' she had in that moment. Again that was stupid. Rienne was not modest and nor did she have any modesty to protect. Her lips pursed as she stared at Louis. "I am not so glad to see you Thenardier" she placed her hands on her hips, she hadn't seen Monsieur Thenardier in a long long time, and where ever he was... trouble usually followed. Adrienne hadn't exactly parted on the best terms. She looked away from him. She hadn't thought she was going to see him again, and now she had. She wasn't sure what to think. Rienne's gaze shifted quickly, as if she were looking for somewhere to go. "What old tricks?" She snarled. Though of course Nathaniel knew what tricks they were but she wanted Thenardier to... spell it out... for her. "Its been a long time Louis" she added after a moment, in a softer voice than before. She almost blinked. She ignored Nathaniel as he talked to Louis and settled for glaring. She didn't realise, but Rienne had shifted her step away from the side of the bridge and towards Louis. She put it down to wanting to be safe. Who knew, Louis – or Nate – could have easily pushed her over the side. She peeked up at Louis from under her eyelashes, she definitely would not have put it past him to try and push one of them over. Looking away from the two, she observed the surroundings. No doubt a few of Louis' gang-members were near, but Rienne did not care for them. Needless to say she looked back to the pair of men she was with and sighed. She pulled the pins from her hair, sending her deep chocolate brown hair cascading down in messy waves. Tilting her head forward, she allowed her hair to block her vision, till when she looked from the corner of her eye, all she could see was the movement of her curled hair. Once she was sure no one could see, she allowed a soft smile to grace her lips. One that softened her features rather considerably. Rienne looked back to Nathaniel, her hair shifting on her neck rather uncomfortably, the fine strands tickled the back of her neck and made her shiver, then she turned to Louis. “What do you want?” she asked him, with a soft sigh. She pushed her hair behind her shoulder and looked him dead in the eye. She shifted rather uncomfortable in Louis' presence once more. Rienne would have been a fool to say she did not fear Monsieur Thenardier. She did. He was a man who should be feared. Rienne placed her hands on the deep green material of her bodice and from there they slid to rest at her waist. She was unsure what to do. She clicked her tongue against the top of her mouth. Rienne scuffed her shoe against the floor, she wanted to speak again, but she kept her mouth shut, and then looked down at the bridge beneath her feet. She often admired the way these things were built. She just couldn't get her head around how they stayed up. She would have assumed the unsupported part would crumple under the weight and pressure, but it didn't. It stayed strong. Rienne gripped a handful of her hair in her fist and ruffled it up before dropping the curls and letting them rest messily where they lay. Rienne's curls were somewhat untameable, and often were piled atop her head like she had styled them before she undid the pins.

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Louis allowed himself a quick glance over Adrienne Chevalier, to make sure she was at least eating something. He pursed his lips as he realised just how truly thin his former charge was, it had been a problem for him to feed her as a small girl simply due to her rather 'acquired' appetite. Not to say he didn't try, he just simply let her eat what she wanted to eat and pandered to her slightly in that respect. But he was a sucker for a small girl and he had been drawn in by her soft voice and her tiny hands and how she'd asked if her daddy was coming back to get her. It broke Louis' heart when he told her that she would have to stay with him for a while, she had cried and swore indeed she had been a terror for months afterwards. But even as vicious and evil a man as Louis could be at times, harming the girl would have caused him much more heartache. Though he was sure his wife was not so nice and accommodating with the girl and he was sure he'd spied a few welts on her back from a switch.

His eyes both glass and human fixed on the man who offered a hand for him to shake, Louis nodding at his words, "No I don't believe we have.... It's a pleasure to meet you Sir." he first tipped his hat to the man then shook his hand with his own. "Louis Thenardier...." he offered his name. "And whawt would be yawrs?" he offered back only to interrupted in his conversation as the girl began to speak, he pursed his lips as she spoke his name again and then looked around allowing her to finish and then looking back to the man he spoke a smile crossing his face. "If oi wanted a parrot, hell I coulda asked for one right?" he grinned and looked back at the girl a shot of evil in his face before his eyes once rested on the man whom his own 'property' had come to meet.

"Yaw're certainly not from round here.... I woulda known ya.... What brings ya to this part of my fair city?" he said eyeing the man cautiously. It was indeed true that Louis had an almost catalogue memory of the various rich families, aristocrats and burghers he knew everyone there is to know in Paris and for good reason, there were opportunities there for all sorts of little favors, sure behind his back some of them considered him a sort of upstart, a poor man done good who through hard work had accumulated some wealth and standing. It was not of course right to say that Louis Thenardier was the most powerful man in Paris, no that man sat in a throne somewhere in the countryside wetting himself at the thought of revolution. Louis just happened to be a certain power, he had followers an army, not in it's thousands but powerful enough that they could life miserable for the people of Paris if they chose to.

Of course there were other gangs in the city, strong gangs with strong leaders but everyone kept to themselves and though some of these other gangs could have challenge for Louis' streets and businesses they found it too much of a challenge to stomach and left him well enough alone. "And out of curiosity, whawt is it yaw're doin' talkin' to one of my girls when she should be out workin'." he fixed the man with a cold glare that belied his friendly speech pattern, at the end of the bridge stood six or seven of his thugs, all of them had clubs or sticks and all of them looked ready to rush to their master's aid should he need it. "Unless yaw're a new cloient... in that case..." he looked at Adrienne, "Ya look too damn poor to affawrd her." he kept his eye on the man waiting for the challenge.

[nathanielredenei]

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Then again Nate felt that he would rather the interest shift from the girl Adrienne to him, maybe he wanted to see her out of whatever trouble she was in, he was unsure why because he certainly remembered having no feelings for her. It was most likely the interest he had in her as a potential informant, not always a fountain of information, but when she had information it was most of the time useful. The Young man had been hoping she would have something and they could get this over and done with in a flash, however with the intrusion of the criminal Thenardier he had to not only make sure nothing went wrong on that front, but someone how converse with Adrienne in a certain way in that Louis would not be able to catch on with what they were doing, yet in a way that they both could understand each other perfectly. Now all that the young man had to do was do this in the right manner, was making himself the Target the better idea? Or was making himself the small target the thing he really wanted, he had yet to make up his mind but he certainly would and as quickly as possible. Nathaniel was not one to dwell on making a decision but he also had something else coming to his mind, which was coinciding with one of the ideas, a new idea that had looked like it was about to fix the small puzzle he had put to himself just a second earlier, he might be able to get around something. Nathaniel delivered a casual smile as they shook hands he gave nothing away but the fact he was not frightened of the man could clearly be seen in his eyes by the stare he was just as easily holding. With his name spoken out loud and confirmed by both Adrienne and Louis himself, Nathaniel’s eyes grew wide feigning excitement as if Louis Thenardier was some revered person who should be worshiped by all. His whole facial expressions changed with his eyes and he spoke once more. "Reynard Martel at your service, I can't believe I have finally been able to meet you, you’re a legend among my friends, a Criminal Mastermind." Nathaniel watched him for a reaction he was calm and has decided to go this way; he partly looked like some sort of fool but had partly complimented the man, would Louis notice anything amiss or would he go along with it unknowing of anything out of place? There was a part of Nate that was interested in how Rienne had come to know Thenardier, and how he had not realized this or overlooked that very fact. It was obvious they had history from the word's they traded with each other, and the way she spoke to him, in fact she was very hostile to the man, who seemed to be nothing but polite to her, though his politeness seemed to have hidden threats behind the word’s and the looks he shot at her were no friendly ones. He kept his real emotions hidden behind the mask he had erected for himself, he would have to act fast before Thenardier decided something was up. He had though kept both hands behind his back as a precaution he knew to be careful around a man like this. "You are right, I can’t' afford the girl, personally it's my brother who has all the money, lots and lots of it, and he seems to be besotted with the girl here." He gestured to Rienne and turned to glance at her to address her this time, hoping that she would be able to pick up the simple yes or no question that was asking about the information, if she had anything important or not. "Leonard wants to know if you got the Diamond ring he sent you. Was it to your liking?" He glanced back at Thenardier waiting to see what both Rienne and the man would say, had Thenardier cottoned on? Or where they in the clear and where was the man's gang they had to be around? Nathaniel suspected they were within whistling distance and Nate would need to make sure he had an escape route because if things went wrong he would be outnumbered. Nathaniel did not know how many men was in the street gang but if anything he was increasingly sure that he would not be able to fight his way out of fighting too many people without back up himself no matter how much he was willing to try to do so. He had also purposefully told Louis about a brother with a huge amount of money, hopefully this would make him a tiny bit more interested in Nathaniel.

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[adrienne]

s h o u ld i g i v e u p o r s h o u l d i

just keep chasing pavements even though it

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[atrb=width,240] Rienne shifted her weight from one leg to the other, and frowned. Adrienne brushed her hair away from her face and snarled at Louis. She really didn't know where to place herself. As she remembered, Louis had not ever really been unkind to her, sometimes he had terrified her, but mostly it was his wife she had disliked the most. Rienne turned to face Louis and offered him the smallest of smiles, before her face slipped once more into a scowl. She rubbed at her waist, and massaged her ribs through the material of her dress. She rolled her eyes as Louis refereed to the city as his, but she knew it was not exactly untrue. Many people did owe Louis something. Be it their lives or their money. Rienne sighed and ran her tongue over her teeth. Rienne scoffed when Nathaniel called Louis a criminal mastermind. Rienne did not agree. “Wouldn't call 'im that myself, but if you want to boost his ego go ahead” she mumbled. To say she was shocked about the way Nathaniel was speaking to Louis was a bit of an understatement. Adrienne wasn't sure she wanted Louis to hear her. While Rienne was quite happy to have Louis' attention off of her, she couldn't quite work out what Nathaniel was actually trying to do. Rienne was not about to explain how she had met Louis. That was far in the past and she daren't dwell on it. Plus. As much as she tried to forget she had been a terror. Adrienne frowned deeply, “I am not your girl Louis” she suddenly shouted. She hated being called his, but truth was. She owed a lot to Louis. She really did. Her eyes flitted to the thugs, and she shivered she really didn't want them to have to come over. A quiet chuckle escaped Rienne as Louis told Nathaniel that he looked to poor for her. She gave Nathaniel a second look, he did look a little poor. She was about to speak, to tell Louis he wasn't a client when Nathaniel lied and said it was his brother. Rienne stood still and refrained from looking at Nate, but looked at Louis. Rienne raised an eyebrow slightly, it was a small movement, but noticeable and nodded along with Nathaniel's lie. She felt like it was wrong for her to lie to him, even though she had not seen him for a while, she still felt some sort of allegiance to the man, but it was diminished by her anger towards him, for leaving her behind. “I am working” she muttered. Rienne blinked and frowned at Nathaniel. She was a little taken back but she went along with what he was saying. Leonard. She looked from Nate to Louis and then quickly shook her head. “Yes and No” she said bluntly. “No, Reynard” she said slowly. “I did not like it” she added though her voice raised in a questioning tone. Rienne shifted again uneasily. She was worried about what Louis might do, and she wondered whether lying would make him angry. Rienne feared an angry Louis, she twisted her hands around, fiddling with each finger individually. She looked back the way she came. Adrienne played with the ends of her hair. “I don't want any trouble – Louis. Reynard” she said giving both of them a pointed look. Adrienne would have been more comfortable just walking away, but she had some things she wanted to say to Louis. Most of them weren't so nice. Rienne often prided herself on being cold to others. It was one of the ways she protected herself. Rienne thumbed the material of her dress, as she looked at Louis. She wondered what he would think if he knew the truth. Secretly she hoped that he would think what she was doing right. It did help she was getting paid. Both for sleeping with the guys and then bringing the information. Of course she only got paid if she had information to bring.

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[msieurthernadier]

He looked from the boy to the girl and from the girl to the boy, thoughtfully, cunning machinations working in his devilish mind and he looked again from one to the other thinking, the cogs in his brain turning and turning. He was concentrating because he could tell when people were lying to him. He knew because one of them was the liar and the other a complicit accomplice, he knew that Adrienne was much smarter than she let on to other people and that she also knew how dangerous he could be if he found out he was being lied to. The boy on the other hand, young, roguish, daring all the traits that women found attractive and they just happened to be sniffing around one of his best girls. A ring was involved as well and a rich brother, this all smelled suspicious, it made Louis wonder what was really going on behind it all and if he was being cheated of potential earnings. That only drove him onto consider other possibilities.

But the one that appealed most to Louis' was the idea that this man wasn't who he was saying that he was. Sure the compliment was nice, it warmed his cold, middle-aged heart, but Louis hadn't lived to the ripe age of forty five without suspecting everything and everyone around him of some sort of lie or unspoken truth. He narrowed his eyes at the boy his mustache bristling, his face hardening, measuring the boy up wondering if he had any weapons on him. Doubtless the boy probably did, in fact the gang leader was more musing on what the boy was carrying rather than if he was carrying at all. Louis frowned and stared intently.

Something just wasn't right, he looked at the boy closer and then at Adrienne, the girl knew something and it was so plain on her face that she might as well have been a kid again when she tried to lie to him (very badly) about how she hadn't accidentally taken something here or kicked a barrel there or been climbing in the rafters again or how she hadn't tried to set Madame Thenardier on fire. Louis had been tough on her when she lied to him and as a result she almost always told the truth and when she did lie though she had grown better to him all the tell-tale signs were there.

He looked from one to the other once more before letting the issue go, whatever it was the two of them were lying about it was their business and though as much as he wanted to make it his as he heard mention of a diamond ring he'd let it go this once. "A Diamond ring eh? How comes I ain't seen any money then yet Adrienne." his voice was tinged with anger as he breathed through his nose and then rubbed the bridge as if dealing with a particularly petulant and angry child. "I mean it's not like you belawng to anyone else. Yaw're my property and despoite whatever ya damn well say about it. You pay the tribute same as everyone else."

He looked then to the boy, "And as for you Boiy." he said getting closer to the boy malevolence crossing his features his mouth drawing up in anger and his finger poking the boys chest. "Tell yawr brother that if he wants my girl he can come find me." Louis was not about to lose his most prized possession to some simpleton rich boy with too much money and not enough sense and if he was going to lose said prized possession. He wanted recompense.

[nathanielredenei]

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