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Post by Nathanael Paul Javert on Sept 17, 2012 2:14:15 GMT -5
Nate was seated at the table in the dining room, leaning back in one of the chairs with his feet propped up on the table. He had a bottle of rum in hand and not a care in the world. The weather was fairly cal that night, but the nearby kitchen had so many objects to draw energy from that he had little work about the possibility of not being strong enough to remain.
He took a quick swig from his bottle. Ah, it was a good dark rum, finely aged with notes of caramel and molasses on the back of the taste. There were also hints of rosemary and cinnamon in it. Overall, it was a very fine drink. “Ah, mon amour,” he said, gazing upon the bottle with a rather warm fondness. “Once again you remind me why you are far sweeter than the affections of any of those poison-spitting women.” And with that being said, he took another swig.
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Post by Gerard Carriere on Oct 7, 2012 18:43:10 GMT -5
Gerard had been looking for his son when he stumbled upon Nate and the dining hall, where he'd sat with Erik the day of his arrival at the mansion. He peeked his head into the room just in time to hear the ghost's words. He arched a careful brow as he stepped into the room. His mouth twitched showing his greeting. "Sir," he started, "have you perhaps seen a man with a white mask? By the name of Erik, Erik Carriere?"
"Gerard Carriere, by the way, pleased to make your acquaintance sir," said the older man, with a small smile. He was slightly fazed by the fact this man was a ghost but not fazed enough to make a comment, for he'd seen his son come back from the dead. Or so the dead in Gerard's mind since before he'd come to this confusing place he'd been cradling the body of his dead son. If his son had come back then why couldn't there be ghosts?
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Post by Nathanael Paul Javert on Nov 7, 2012 2:30:03 GMT -5
((Soz this took so long x.x))
Nathanael stared at the bottle for a good time after taking a swig, not turning to Gerard as he spoke, but again keeping a rather warm gaze fixed upon the bottle of rum in his hand. “In passing, but not recently,” he replied, the speech being the only sort of acknowledgment at all to the man.
“Nathanael Paul Javert,” he continued, finally glancing in the older man's direction. “Tell me, Gerard, have you ever been in love?” It was an odd question, perhaps, but as good as any it seemed.
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Post by Gerard Carriere on Nov 19, 2012 21:02:39 GMT -5
Gerard arched a brow in the direction of the other man, who was gazing at the bottle of rum with something that could be called love. He couldn't help but regard the man...erm ghost, with an odd look. "I see...well..." He wasn't sure exactly what to say, half of it was considering the other man was a ghost.
The next question startled the older man a bit. He bit his lip, Belladova's beautiful smile appearing in his mind. "Yes..." came his soft spoken reply, the hypnotically beautiful voice of the woman that was Erik's mother played through his head.
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Post by Nathanael Paul Javert on Dec 12, 2012 7:18:32 GMT -5
“Wonderful feeling it is, isn't it?” he said with another swig. He'd heard that being in love was the most wonderful feeling in the world, and yet it was not until he'd discovered rum in the navy that he'd fully understood why. After all, it didn't have to be a person that you were in love with...
He set the bottle down a moment and stood, a slight bluish fog coming off of him. He was not at his strongest, by any means, but he had enough power to appear mostly solid at the moment.
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Post by Gerard Carriere on Dec 16, 2012 19:22:05 GMT -5
Gerard's thoughts were distracted from the ghost in front of him as the image of Belladova was swimming before him. His ears blocked by the sound of her voice. When the man spoke again Gerard turned his attention back to him. He nodded almost lazily, as though without thinking. His thoughts were still distracted by that beautiful woman, the woman who was Erik's mother.
it was strange to say that Gerard wasn't phased by the bluish smoke that swished around the other man. There were so many odd things that he was finding here, ghosts weren't even the oddest. He'd seen several others that had masks just like his sons.
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Post by Nathanael Paul Javert on Dec 21, 2012 15:37:56 GMT -5
The other man seemed to be almost going in and out of consciousness to his surroundings, or so it seemed to Nathanael. He looked up from his bottle of rum, quirking his brow a bit. He wondered if he were quite all right in the head. Anyone who may have seen him zoning out like that seemingly constantly might assume otherwise...
“Are you all right?,” he asked, looking him over carefully. “You seem a bit... distracted. Tell me, Gérard, is this a habit of yours? You may want to think about getting it looked into.”
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Post by Gerard Carriere on Jan 13, 2013 20:56:14 GMT -5
Gerard sighed at Nathanael's words. He shook his head. "Not really Monsieur Javert, just your talk of love has brought a woman very dear to me to my mind, please do excuse my lack of attention." A small apologetic smile tugged the corners of the old man's lips, his French accent thick in the words he'd spoken.
Gerard sighed, pushing Belladova from his mind. He wasn't going to dwell on her any longer. She'd been dead for nearly....thirty or so years now. Or perhaps it was less? Or maybe it was more? He'd lost track.
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Post by Nathanael Paul Javert on Jan 16, 2013 23:18:11 GMT -5
Nathanael shook his head a little bit. He should have known. So many of his fellow sailors had had their girls at home they always wished to return to... The only woman Nate had ever had at home was his mother, so he really didn't understand the feeling much. He'd acquired a distaste for women some time ago...
But not he was curious. “Tell me something, Monsieur Carrière... What is it exactly that makes you believe that you love this woman? How exactly is she so 'dear' to you?” He took another swig from his bottle before resting it down on the table and staring at the man in question.
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Post by Gerard Carriere on Jan 18, 2013 19:21:15 GMT -5
Gerard sighed. He wasn't quite sure how to answer that. First off, he didn't really want to talk about Belladova, he could already feel his eyes moistening at the thought of her name. He bit his lip, taking a moment to collect his thoughts before saying, "First, she's the mother of my son...." he sighed, his mind swinging back to the times she'd hum softly to Erik and a small smile fluttered onto his lips.
"I would have done anything for her," confessed Gerard, pushing away those years that he'd rejected her from his mind. He had loved her. Of course he had, she was beautiful, she was built with sympathy and she was the mother to Gerard's boy..those two - Erik and Belladova - were the ones he lived for.
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Post by Nathanael Paul Javert on Jan 30, 2013 14:53:24 GMT -5
Nathanael listened with somewhat of a sense of curiosity as this Gérard man spoke to him. It really was a foreign concept to him, how other men could care so deeply for a sex which he knew personally how utterly despicable it could be. He wanted to know – to know why someone could feel like that? How someone could feel like that….
Gérard explained to him that this woman was the mother of his son and that he would have done anything for her. Nate could understand that. After all, a mother was a very dear thing… but something still did not quite make sense to him. “And before she was the mother of your son…? Before then, what made her so very dear?”
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Post by Gerard Carriere on Jan 30, 2013 16:56:58 GMT -5
Gerard wasn’t quite sure how to tell Nathanael about this, it was hard to explain. Wasn’t it? One could never really put love into words, could they? And if so it was hard, and Gerard certainty didn’t know how to describe it. He sighed, running a hand back through his greying hair in thought. The same crease of thoughtfulness ran across his forehead and tilted his lips, his eyes narrowing as he thought hard. For a moment Gerard was silent, not answer the other man’s questions. Then he said, “Well…sir, I apologize if I refuse to make any sense whatsoever, but she…she was one of the only ones who could bring a smile to my face. She was a beautiful woman, both beautiful on the outside and personality wise. She had a voice that would make the angels weep…” He didn’t know what else to say and it was already hard as it was to talk about Erik’s mother.
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Post by Nathanael Paul Javert on Feb 2, 2013 4:20:57 GMT -5
Nathanael eyed Gérard as he took another swig from his bottle of rum, his feet propped up on top of the dining room table. Normally, it would be bad manners for one to put their feet up on the table, but since he was a ghost, there really was no concern about him tracking dirt up there or anything of the sort, so could it really be considered so terrible?
He was really only half listening. While it fascinated him how some men could find such condolence in such wretched creature, he really was more interested in the bottle in his hand than he was in the words coming out of the other man’s mouth. It was really more of background noise for him, so he had something to listen to other than the would-be complete and utter silence of the room around him.
But then Gérard said something which caused Nate to pause and to think for a moment. He set his bottle down and removed his feet from the table, stroking his goatee in fascination at his words, pondering them. She was one of the only ones who could bring a smile to my face…
“No, no… That actually… that makes quite a bit of sense… A smile… heh…” He mused upon the thought. It made perfect sense… Someone who could bring a smile to your face… After all, it was why he enjoyed his rum so much. It could bring a smile to his face… one in the fact that it helped him to forget and to leave his troubles behind, and now in the sense that it helped him to remember the times he was able to leave them behind…
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Post by Gerard Carriere on Apr 4, 2013 14:12:42 GMT -5
Gerard gave a faint nod. He was glad he'd made a least a bit of sense. He eyed the ghost with thoughtfulness. "Why do you not trust women? What happened?" He wasn't sure that was the right question to ask, but he was slightly curious as to why Nate seemed to think that all women were 'wretched creatures'.
He didn't really understand the whole reasoning behind it. Then again that could be due to the fact that he wasn't Nathaniel and no woman had really done anything to him that would make him think badly of any other woman.
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Post by Nathanael Paul Javert on Apr 11, 2013 2:46:00 GMT -5
“I was naïve and taken advantage of” Nate said plainly and stiffly, taking another, this time more frustrated swig from his rum bottle and setting it down on the table with a bit of force. He adjusted himself so that he was sitting up straight and then leaned in forward so that he was closer to Gérard, as if he meant to tell him a secret of some sort.
“Unfortunately I learned the hard way that even flowers can be thorny weeds, and have since decided I’d rather prefer to just steer clear of gardening altogether. Things are much simpler and far less dangerous that way!” He said this whispering with an oddly calm and slow air that bordered on eeriness given its unnecessary intensity.
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