COME FOR THE FLOWERS, STAY FOR THE MATCHMAKING

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[atrb=width,240] Aside from the greasy-looking man who had frightened her and acted like he was going to hurt her (Poesy had only understood about half of what he was saying, and the half that she had understood she had pretended not to), Poesy had not gotten as much business as she would have liked to have gotten. The street fair was supposed to be a day of excitement, passion, and romance, and so far she had only seen the scary man and the little boy. Hardly much for her to work with in terms of matchmaking. She began to rearrange her bundles of flowers, bringing out the pansy and forget-me-not in hopes that someone would come pay her a visit. There were also roses, of course, because someone always wanted roses. There were red roses and yellow roses alike, but of course she always liked to sell the red roses (they went for a higher price, and their buyers were normally more oblivious if one of her hands happened to find its way into a satchel). She also kept the holly visible. These plants were, of course, symbols for romantic love and domestic happiness. Perhaps she might arrange a marriage today. Ooh, and lilac for first love... couldn't forget that. "Flowers!" she called, holding out a bunch of roses and offering a nearly-toothless smile to a passerby. "Flowers for you? For your sweetheart, no?"

[atrb=width,100] NAME, Poesy AGE, 48 CONTROLLED BY, FRATERNITE

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[richardgeorgemoors]

[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://i48.tinypic.com/95wmli.jpg); width: 252px; height: 138px; float: left; margin-top:10px;] FAMILY MEANS THE WORLD, FAMILY IS EVERYTHING, NEVER DOUBT YOUR FAMILY AND ALWAYS TREAT THEM WELL [/style][style=width: 252px; height: 26px; float: left; margin-top:10px] made by historyofus of caution Today was a day for the family, however the family was not here well not at the moment at least. His Wife was still getting the children ready for this special day, Richard though had gone on ahead he had someone he was hoping to meet, a fellow politician that he needed to discuss something with. This man was the son of a long dead politician who was very helpful in Richards rise through the political system and Richard had been hoping to return the favour for his son. That business could wait till later, now he had something else he had come for, he wanted to surprise his darling Victoria after their last disagreement over having another child she needed a bit more shine in her life. That was why Richards first port of call was the Flower stand, he had heard it had flowers from just about everywhere, what was more perfect than that? Victoria certainly worked as hard as him, and she needed something that could easily say a simple love you and a thank you for being such a wonderful Wife all these years. She was a part of him that he would hate to lose, she was literally his other half he hated being apart from her and he hated arguing with her, but over another child well it was for her own safety. She wanted a daughter yes but what if she could not survive to see that daughter what then? Richard was dressed a little more casually than usual, he was making himself less of a target by what he had chosen to wear, it was more simple, he had a spare attire waiting for him, in the wings it would not be much of a change just enough to look good for the Ball later of course. Ricky with so much of the riff raff out and about wanted to be less of a target, though he knew his English accent would not help him much. If His Wife was with him now her being of French family may make things a little better. I am Not so sure this Rabble can't even respect their Aristocracy, how typical. His Cane in hand he walked closer to the flower stand a girl shouting out about the flowers trying to get them sold. Richard stopped short of the stand giving a polite nod to the floor seller "Good day, These Flowers are wonderful, did you pick them out yourself? " They certainly seemed to be they seemed to be carefully chosen and hand pick each flower seemed to be for a different thing." Maybe you Could Help me I'm looking for a simple flower for a Special lady of Mine, not to fancy but enough for year of dedicated Love and affection." The man waited watching the Flower girl patiently, he did not care how long he had to wait as long as his darling Wife was able to get something, she was very important to him.

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[atrb=width,240] The gypsy flower seller looked at the man, scrutinizing him. He was dressed nicely, for one thing, and he had a funny accent. That meant he was probably from somewhere else, not to mention the fact that he was alone. Was he married? Did he have his family with him here? What was he doing here in France? It had to do with either patriotism or money. If his family was not with him, it might be for health reasons, or because he had no wife at all. If he had a wife, he much love her very much to buy her flowers; it had been a love match, not for money. Though the man did look to have a lot of money, from how clean he looked. And he had a cane, but he didn't limp. Only rich men had walking sticks if they didn't need them. Rich men had lots of things they didn't need, like an overabundance of money. She would take advantage of that. Did she pick the flowers herself? She nodded, offering him a smile. “Yes, very beautiful,” she managed. Her eyes brightened when he continued. “Special lady?” she repeated, nodding. “Special lady! I have just the thing for 'special lady...'” So he was married; he had said years after all, and dedication. That wasn't usually how men spoke about their mistresses. “Special lady is not with you,” she pointed out. “Unwell?” After all, there had been a lot of sickness in the street lately... but he supposed this man and his wife hadn't been on the streets much. For his money and patriotism, she picked out marigolds and nasturtium, some neat orange flowers that went well together. With her gnarled hands, expert fingers wove the two flowers into a boutonniere. “To look handsome when you see special lady,” she offered with a smile, tying it off she offering to pin it to his shirt. For the lady herself, she gathered some Queen Anne's Lace to symbolize delicate beauty.

[atrb=width,100] NAME, Poesy AGE, 48 CONTROLLED BY, FRATERNITE

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[richardgeorgemoors]

[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://i48.tinypic.com/95wmli.jpg); width: 252px; height: 138px; float: left; margin-top:10px;] FAMILY MEANS THE WORLD, FAMILY IS EVERYTHING, NEVER DOUBT YOUR FAMILY AND ALWAYS TREAT THEM WELL [/style][style=width: 252px; height: 26px; float: left; margin-top:10px] made by historyofus of caution Looking at the Flower girl he did wonder about her, not everyone was honest, even Richard himself told a lie or two or did things that he would rather not talk about. Richard though was always one who agreed with hard work, honest work and the will to succeed. He had always held the belief that the poor never worked hard enough, so they always stayed at the bottom rung of the ladder, those with the will to rise above and succeed were always welcome. The Flower girl was interesting, she did not seem rich but neither extremely poor, a place like this usually drew in enough customers, what was going on was certainly something that Richard took pleasure in seeing, someone trying to at least strive to climb the ladder rung's. Looking at this girl he concluded that she was near the bottom but not near the very bottom, maybe a few rungs above. She would have a long way to go before becoming successful. As did most of the rabble on the streets of Paris, though most of them seemed to be dedicated to tearing down their own society, rather than Working tooth and Nail for success and good fortune. They seemed to have some misguided ideas about having a republic, yeah like that would work, The fools will just end up destroying their country. They could always try the English way "It's nice to see another with an eye for true beauty," he was talking about his wife in that respect, she certainly had an eye for beauty, as did Richard if it was taken into account having married his ever so stunningly beautiful Wife Victoria. Richard did wince a little at his word's he did like to cherry pick the right words and take his time over crafting them right, however no matter how much he would of liked it to be, it was not always the right time or the right place for there to be a need for it to be so. There needed to be a specific time to do such a thing there was no need for it at this present moment, though something told him it might be useful to go careful with what he came out with at least. She replied quick enough and as she did he swung his cane a bit as she said that she certainly had something, that was perfect, it meant he did not have to be here long and he could go about his business, then meet up with his wife and children for her surprise. Richard did indeed loved her dearly, however he could hardly have her come with him when getting her flowers considering they were to be surprise gift. That would just obliterate the surprise that would be waiting for her. He had actually told Gareth to stall for time a little bit but he was not sure that would work, looking at his watch Richard had no idea how much time he had before Victoria would be arriving he would have to wrap this up as soon as possible and maybe reschedule the meeting so he could spend more time with the family, yes he would reschedule it for later. He smiled kindly at the flower girl at her asking about his wife, he came to the conclusion that he did not want to spill too much, so instead he would once again twist the truth, something he was almost an expert at, no forget almost he was a master in. "she has to be elsewhere, catching up with family, this is a special surprise." he mentioned, though right now after saying that it would not be that surprising if the flower girl decided to detain him longer, to do her job and sell him more as was her trade. He was pleasantly pleased by the flowers she produced they were perfect for what he wanted and would certainly mean a lot to his wife. He watched her movements knowing he would never be able to repeat it he nodded approvingly at her when she tied it to her shirt, she certainly had the eye for the right flowers. He was right about that, he was glad to have come here. Now there was one last bit that needed to be addressed not matter how much he would like to walking away without paying, paying was a good idea "Thank you and the Cost?"

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[atrb=width,240] The flower woman merely nodded and smiled her nearly-toothless smile in response to the man's words. Catching up with family was nice. “A surprise she will like,” she decided, managing with her broken French. She believed that this was a successful transaction, she had sold him not one but two items, and he seemed to like them. Then they could both be happy. At least if he decided the cost was fair. After all, how was he to know that she charged a little more for the flowers than they actually cost to grow, pick, and wrap? She patted his chest approvingly after she tied on the boutonniere. “Forty francs,” she answered easily, when he asked about the cost. Surely he could afford it. It was not too expensive for a man like him. Especially if he wanted to surprise his special lady. She knew men would pay anything to make their sweethearts happy, and she used that to her advantage. She had to make a living somehow!

[atrb=width,100] NAME, Poesy AGE, 48 CONTROLLED BY, FRATERNITE

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[followedmyheart]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ] like ships in the night I'm gonna find my way back to your side Cosette loved flowers. It was probably the only other part of nature that she loved more than butterflies. That was certainly saying something. A pretty young woman of blonde hair and deep blue eyes, she seemed more of a figment out of an English novel than an actual human being. Entranced in flowers and dancing, how could she possibly exist? Cosette was real however, and her heart was set on two things: the young man she had seen across the square and the lilacs whose scent had caught her delicate nose. Lilacs were her favorite smelling flower, second to daffodils. Men thought that roses were the only way to win a girls heart, but oh how they were wrong! She heard a myth that gypsies were not only excellent bouquet weavers, but match makers as well. Perhaps if this woman made her a bouquet, it would truly draw her stranger to her! A handsome man buying flowers for his sweetheart had just been told the price for his bouquet when Cosette arrived. It was a but pricey, but Cosette understood the woman's need. Times were hard and actually having customers was a rare treat to flower sellers. While most would try to haggle the price down, Cosette would pay full price. Her heart went out to this woman. "Pardon?" She seized the moment of the man's deciding on whether he would pay such a heavy price to capture the gypsy's attention. "Do you sell bouquet's for first love? There's a boy..." She found herself caught up in the feelings of her first love and smiled, a deep blush taking over her cheeks. She was usually chatty, but when she thought of the young man she had exchanged glances with, butterflies in her stomach and dreams in her head caused her speech to turn in circles. you keep passing me by

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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://i48.tinypic.com/95wmli.jpg); width: 252px; height: 138px; float: left; margin-top:10px;] FAMILY MEANS THE WORLD, FAMILY IS EVERYTHING, NEVER DOUBT YOUR FAMILY AND ALWAYS TREAT THEM WELL [/style][style=width: 252px; height: 26px; float: left; margin-top:10px] made by historyofus of caution Forty francs pricer than I expected but they do seem worth it and its for Victoria Richard did not mind the price he could pay it with ease, he had many times that amount so money was not the issue here. He did feel that she was making it pricer than she needed to, though the flowers being for Victoria meant he would rather it be pricer than cheaper, he did not want something cheap and tacky for his lovely wife, pricey and beautiful was always the best way to go, when it concerned his family his Wife even more so. He came to the conclusion that he would pay the price and not complain, the flower girl was still a hard worker selling the flowers, it did not matter if she charged more than she needed for the flowers as long as they were good flowers, her job was to give the flowers to people and get money out of doing so, Richard could not fault the girl in something such as this. Richard kept his polite expression as he pretended to deliberate over this, not that he actually had much to think over he had already decided on what he thought of the price. He was in the midst of his thoughts when a young girl came and quickly took advantage of the silence to ask a question of the Flower girl. He gave a quick glance at her and a sharp nod, she was here because of a first love, did she even know the boy? Either way it was obvious by her expression how deeply he had fallen, Richard remembered the first time he had seen Victoria, he knew what it felt like and still does feel like. Love may be considered by some complicated but the best and most simplest bit about it was the wonderful feeling you can get from it. This feeling can do so many things to you but it was the best one in the world. He smiled slightly and went into his pockets for his wallet taking out a tiny bit more than what's was asked and held out his hand for the Flower girl. "What you asked for and a tip." Richard was in a good mood he was not usually one to give a tip, okay not true he had given tips a few times but it was rather rare he felt it was good service.

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[atrb=width,240] There was cornflower, also known as bachelor's button, for anticipation, then apple blossom, for promise. Perhaps she would have been better off with yellow crysanthemum for a secret admirer, but she doubted that the girl would understand the sentiment anyway, since she seemed to think that she was truly in love. Ah, it was beautiful... beautiful, and capable of earning a lot of money for her. The delicate pink and purple flowers looked good together, and they money that she earned from them would look even better in the pocket of her shabby but colorful dress. Ooh! One more – lilac, for first love, of course. She put the few flowers together, arranging them nicely and wrapping their stems so that they would stay together. “Just perfect. He will love it,” she decided. She could have gone sweetpea for innocence and shyness, but this would do. It wasn't that the girl would know the difference anyway. “I wish you luck, mademoiselle.” She didn't have to wish for her money. She took the money and tip from the other gentleman, offering him a huge toothless smile. “Merci, monsieur!” she pronounced, then looked expectantly to the girl for her payment, not handing over the bouquet til she got her money.

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[followedmyheart]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ] like ships in the night I'm gonna find my way back to your side Cosette was pleased that there was appleblossom in her bouquet. They were sweet little flowers, with fragile petals that reminded her of delicate butterfly wings. Then lilacs! Oh how they smelled divine. Cosette could have spent hours in her garden and never come up with something as wonderous in the way that this woman could in a matter of minutes. She was glad that she had chosen this flower stand above all others. While this woman may be a bit pricey, she certainly knew her trade. "I'm sure he will!" Cosette was transfixed on her first love bouquet, reaching for it automatically. She starteld slightly when the woman wouldn't hand it over, but then realized she hadn't paid. Ah! Young love was making her forgetful. Reaching into her coin purse, Cosette matched the same price as what the gentleman had paid. She held out the coins in her palm, hoping the woman wouldn't ask for more. She wasn't sure how she'd explain spending so much money on flowers to her father. you keep passing me by

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