A day where anything can happen (Open)

[nathanielredenei]

[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 quite literally a day where anything could happen; a day where everyone can forget their troubles and just have fun. It was also a day where things could just as easily go wrong, something that Nate was expecting and he could not wait for it to happen. The Grumblings on the streets of Paris had been going on for some time, just because you but on a nice festival and show to try and placate the people, it was not going to work. There was just too many with so much negativity going around about the monarchy it would only be a matter of time before the angry melting pot that was the people of France would blow their top. Maybe not to day but, a thing like this could easily remind them of how poor they really were that their king would rather throw lavish festivals than help them. There was most likely plenty of anti-monarchists here just waiting for their chance to strike, and how easy it would be to do so, to get lost in the crowd to become one of them, it was very hard to account for those people you need to look out for when there was just so many people gathered in one place. Nathaniel was very certain the different small groups of revolutionaries and rebels would be hiding among the crowd, either enjoying the day for what it was or plotting something big. The Students of Les Amis would certainly be here, not that Nate had fully met one of them, but if they were not it would be a surprise to the young man. It was also known to Nate that this event had drawn out a few people from camps of the Sacred Heart, they had moved separately covering their tracks, but when Nate had found this out, it had put him on edge. What if this is a huge clever trap to lure us all out in to one place, if that was truly the case Nate had a few plans that he could set in motion, he would not be caught off guard, even with the plans he did not like this, even if nothing was wrong if too many of his fellow sacred heart members were in one place then things could get annoyingly messy. Vanessa he had not taken from the camp's he told her it was not safe for her out on the streets, she was pretty girl he would rather her not be harmed. He had told the young girl he would bring her something back, he had a few ideas in mind as to what, anything to make her happy, to see her warm loving smile. Helene though he had no idea about her, maybe she was here maybe not, must likely following Henri about which would be no surprise; it was quite amusing at times at how jealous the women could be at his and Henri's friendship. He was not sure what why on god’s earth it made her jealous, maybe it was how close the two friends were. Though if those two really wanted to get together, then he was not going to get in their way. The streets themselves were full to the brim of people, every corner every nook and cranny there was a crowd of people somewhere, you could not get away from the. Well thieves and pickpockets were going to have a field day with this lot; it would be like a gift sent from heaven above for these people. There would be a lot of valuables going missing tonight and it would be very hard to keep track of who was taking them. Nate had his eye out weary for them and ready for them, it would be hard to take him of guard. For now though he had stopped near one of jugglers performing their tricks it was still something to watch, might but his mind off things for a while.

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[MYLÈNE LACOQUINE]

Some people say: Being a juggler once is being a juggler for life, and on none other day Mylène was more inclined to agree to that notion than today. The May Fair was truly a splendid opportunity to just enjoy yourself and forget some of your troubles. Not to mention that the warm spring air finally made hearts beat faster again. Someone must have secretly turned this May Fair into a Lovers Fair… Mylène had never seen so many couples holding hands than here in this place. Well, whyever not, it was a splendid opportunity to show your love and affection, with the May pole, the flowers and the music that invited everyone to dance. Had Mylène had any sweetheart, she surely wouldn’t have minded being brought her for the day. But alas, she was walking alone, and didn’t even mind it that much; she might have dressed up for the occasion and had even spent a few of her precious sous on a red rose blossom she had now fastened onto her chocolate brown curls, right aboveher left ear, but that didn’t mean she was out for anything today.

With the usual skip in her step, she let the tide of the crowd carry her along, magically pulled towards the area where a few jugglers had set up their little platform, performing all kinds of acrobatic arts. Some of the faces Mylène even roughly recognized from her own years of standing on such platforms, the juggler bands of Paris and beyond knew each other after all, and she felt her fingers twitch to somehow cross the invisible line and be one with them again. Without her even noticing much of it, she had pushed herself through towards the very front, her eyesglued on a girl a little younger than herself, expertly juggling with wooden clubs. Turn back the time to two years previous, and that would be me… she thought and felt her heart beat faster. Suddenly there was an irregularity in the girl’s throwing pattern, and Mylène’s apt eyes almost could see it coming: One of the clubs spiralled out of proportion, higher and a bit forward, so that the girl was unable to catch it. It flew off the platform and with a quick, true knee-jerk reaction, Mylène’s hand dashed out, catching the club.

Almost in the same second, she gave an encouraging cry “Allez-hop!” and tossed the club back up. Gladly, the girl’s reflexes were equally schooled and she caught the club with ease. One exchange of glances and an encouraging nod of Mylène was all it took, and suddenly she was included into the girl’s jonglage, catching the clubs that were thrown her way and passing them back to the girl. The crowd applauded and cheered for them, not having anticipated such a turn of events, and their cheer doubled when the girl caught the clubs in her hand and ended her performance a little while after. Throwing a thankful gaze in Mylène’s direction, she made a small gesture that should probably mean ‘we talk later!’, and exited the platform to make room for one of her companions. Mylène herself had done a mocking bow, and now took two steps back while turning, wanting to squeeze through the crowd, when she suddenly collided with someone standing next to her. “Oh, excuse me!” she exclaimed, laughing. “I spent all my reflexes just now!”

[nathanielredenei]

[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 Nate had a few words for these jugglers that had taken to the street, what's that you ask? They were Just absolute pure talent, unshakable and utterly memorable. Yes these people worked hard every night and day to perfect their craft that was dedication, with that much dedication they were bound to be talented. You also had to have a spark for it in the first place as well otherwise, you would find it very hard to actually go and try and juggle. Nathaniel had seen a disaster like that before people who believed they could juggle because they got it right a few times but really they were getting it wrong just as much and maybe more, so the whole show was a train wreck just waiting to happen. In fact the train wreck did in deed happen the man doing the juggling messed up royally and he was booed and cheered off the stage, the poor man had just not been up to it, he did not realize he was no good until that moment, what a shock that must of been. Unlike that man these guys here were professionals who knew exactly what they were doing having trained for years to get better and do new tricks. The King must be feeling proud with himself, these guys could certainly distract the crowd from their worries. Spectacles like this always did, instead of worrying about how poor or on how much they wanted change, most where too busy watching the jugglers entranced by them others were walking around hand in hand like lovesick puppies. Once this was all over they would instantly go back to hating their king again, wanting that change to arrive as soon as the winds allowed it, they would be baying for revolution and split blood nothing was going to halt it, no matter what the king and his precious puppets tried to do. Yes these people are fickle but the King is wasting his time, he thinks they will think their King Benevolent or anything like that. Yes The people were fickle he had seen it plenty of times, but give them a cause and they were more likely to stick to it, it was only that it would have to be cause that can stick with them and mean so much to the that they would follow it. This is one reason why you could find both those of the Sacred Heart and the Students of Les Amis were very committed to a revolution. The Jugglers though certainly had talent and it was clear why so many people had gathered around to watch them, who wouldn’t,? They knew what they were doing and they did what they did to perfection. An Art like that was to be Marvelled and appreciated as Nate was sure the crowed were doing. The Jugglers themselves were all different ages and sex's, there seemed to be no one dominant group of person within them, it seemed to him they just accepted anyone with talent. Bravo to them though it’s best if they watch out on who they accept not everyone is as they seem just take me for example, I am not who I say I am at this moment. This was true, it was easy to slip into a place unnoticed and for people to believe who you said you were, though for Nate he liked to plan it out ahead of time prepare for every possible scenario he knew of, one of the reasons he felt comfortable enough to leave the camps for Paris, he took pride in all his abilities and was confident it would only take a person just as skilled as him or more so to outfox him. Though he knew of no one that clever, oh wait there was a few people but most of them were his friends so that was no big issue, only a few were enemies, but he had plans on how to deal with them. Jugglers just most likely kicked those out who were not genuine though who would feel the need to infiltrate a gang of jugglers was something that both amused and perplexed Nate. What would they gain? hmm I must think on this. Now there was something interesting, it looked to Nate as if one of the little young female jugglers had been about to mess up, when he had seen the slip up Nathaniel felt sad for her, she was young and most likely poor, she reminded him somewhat of Vanessa. You Should be safe at the camp's darling I'll come back with something, Nate reminded himself again, having not wanting to risk her life by bringing her here if something were to happen. Nate Shifted his attention back to what was going on, the crowd now where making small noises as another girl entered the fray to give the girl a helping hand. She was young as well but more around his age he thought, but somewhat older than the other girl, she seemed like she had been on hard times once or twice in her life and she certainly knew how to juggle. Her act of kindness brought an Unusual smile to Nate's lips and even he clapped along with the crowd at the end. Nathaniel had been about to turn his attentions to one of the other jugglers, before looking around to see if a certain member of the Sacred Heart was here, they had a bit to discuss about today and what they should plan on doing. Nate saw it coming but he had no room to manoeuvre so there was nothing he could do, he returned the girls laugh with a smile, for yes it was the girl who had put on the unexpected show with the other smaller and younger girl. "It is fine I never meant to get this close." Nate responded calmly his usual mood not front and centre there seemed to be a warmth to his voice She reminds me of someone He knew who but he was trying to ignore that. “Does not surprise, it must take a lot out of you, you have said some training then?" he asked her curiously, he could tell she had more than some, and something about her told him she was bit more. As he waited for her answer he studied her carefully to get a good picture in his mind of her. She was certainly beautiful no doubt about it but that was not what he was looking for.

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[MYLÈNE LACOQUINE]

Mylène could see a few of the other carneys sticking their heads together, whispering and pointing in her general direction. With any other group of people that might have made her uneasy and triggered her flight instincts, but with them she felt relatively safe.They probably had recognized her as a part of the old Corbeaux who had vanished from Paris quite suddenly two years ago after their head had been captured. It was a normal reaction for travelling folk to duck one’s head and vanish once trouble was brewing, since the lawless always were the ones first arrested and hanged, and so they probably wondered why she was still here – or again. Mylène hadn’t exactly made it publicly known to everyone that she had stayed behind in Paris, even though some of her spying contacts also were with the jugglers. Maybe they now were speculating whether Estelle had returned with the rest of the group. Well, that was nothing that couldn’t be cleared up later, after all; she had already decided she would return to their camp later in the evening, to revel a little in old times and catch up with what the jugglers knew about things in Paris. Maybe she could find out something useful for the boys…

But first, she had this little stumbling issue to deal with, and she was glad beyond belief that young man in front of her apparently didn’t belong to the overly suspicious sort, or else he might have started calling some constables the moment he was roughly jostled or at least check his purse and other pockets. Colliding with someone after all was the number one trick to get someone’s purse, since the collision itself proved to be a good distraction. In her old days Mylène had often worked together with other children to create other misdirections. One of the children would have openly begged for money or food, whilst the other secretly relieved the man of what he had,while all his attention was focused on the other child. It was easy and risky at the same time. Quite funny, she hadn’t thought so much about her ‘old days’ in a while, and now on this day it was all coming back to her. But never being the brooding or long-thinking one, Mylène simply discarded the thoughts and focussed on talking to the man in front of her without any ifs or buts attached.

He even apologized for getting this close himself, which made her think he might be graced with at least some kind of manners and which she answered with a dismissive gesture and another smile. Some training? Oh, he was definitely right in that, no one could juggle just with a flick of one’s finger. It had taken her the whole of her three years with the Corbeaux to be as good as she was now, and that with a daily training. She had felt rusty from the moment her fingers had closed around the clubs, but a huge part of a good juggler’s show was never to let the audience see your own ineffiency. “I’ve been living with another group of jugglers for three years”, she explained, an almost proud undertone in her voice, “and so I do have some practice in this art for sure. I was more proficient in rope dancing though.” She made a wide gesture around the area. “And what brings you to this place monsieur? Just the lure of the artistic?”

[nathanielredenei]

[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 Nate knew the trick of banging into someone to steal, he had even seen it in action before, but the man knew nothing had been taken at least not at this present moment. If this girl had he might of brought it up asked for his stuff back, and then given her something at least for her troubles, but she had not, actually no rewind that, actually he might of just let her get on with it, he had purposefully not kept much on him today, the young man did not expect to be doing much while here other than just observe the events that would unfold as the day went on. He had also come to see if the anger of the poor on the streets of Paris would shine through this day, as he had concluded earlier not even an event like this could stop things from going wrong and stop people from forgetting their troubles entirely. In fact the very idea that the king was spending on this money on such festivities and putting on a Lavish evening for the aristocracy while everyone else got to celebrate the king they hated shivering in the torchlight of the cold night streets, could easily be rubbing it in the poor’s face, like he had decided earlier the day was a boiling pot just waiting to blow off its lid. There was almost one last thing that Nathaniel had forgotten, he would not have risked calling for the constables on the girl even if she had stolen from him. He was no big friend or fan of the of them, plus he did not want to draw any unnecessary attention to himself, okay they might not even question him, but it was still a good idea to limit anything that good bring you to the attention of authority unless there was plan in mind that included the authority so the dimwits could then be outwitted masterfully. That was something Nathaniel loved to do, outwitting people was part of who he was, though these days it was less so for fun and more for the fact that it was needed, it was important to make good plans a unbreakable but achievable strategy and of course to have back up plans. Stuff like this had become less of an enjoyment and more like a necessity and a way of life, for both Nate and his friend Henri, In fact many things had become less joyful as time went on, they all needed a brake really. Nathaniel pushed these thoughts out of his head, they were not concerns for the here and now he had every things to deal with like talking to the girl in front of him, the one whom had juggled with the other. He kept a straight expression just listening to her response, his suspicions were at least confirmed, she did have training, which would not surprise him, if by her figure she was partial to a bit of thievery, though that was not all that drew him to that conclusion. Jugglers though masters at the art they perform what not exactly the richest of folk, plus it was the perfect distraction draw in a crowd and someone goes around picking pockets, not all the time, but it did happen, Jugglers were clever folk and they obviously looked after their own, a tight knit family by the looks of things. Nate’s own smile returned at the pride that was prominent in her spoken words, it was always good to be proud of something , be it completing a goal or aspiring to achieve something, or just having that sense of belonging, everyone needs to belong somewhere in the end. Even if it was not something another would call belonging or would find beneath them, if you belonged if you had a home a family then pride was luxury that you could afford. Nathaniel himself well for him he did belong with the sacred heart and his friend Henri, and there was Vanessa all people and things to be proud of everything about them gave Nate a sense of belonging and pride, he belonged there and he would fight for a better world for not only himself but every single one of them. You as well Adeleia, none more than you above deserve to be able to see this new world, your daughters new world. Of course it would have to come to pass at some point but not now, they were not ready for it now, The time would come but none of them were ready yet. "I have always had a fondness for the Art's, it's not just something to watch, it’s a part of life really and from where I stand it’s obvious for that many of these people, its more than just an art," he left that hanging maybe the girl would finish off his words for him who knew, but it was true he did have a fondness for the art's but it was mainly for its history, something that Nate adored more than anything, anything to do with History he would be there. (Im sorry about the quality of this an I believe I might have wrote something wrong but this was the best I could do right now i'm really sorry)

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