Post by Clopin on Dec 12, 2010 23:52:29 GMT -5
I don't even know about the title. XD
Anyway, I went and fixed up Chapter 1 of *cherrypeachberry's story, starting from Clopin's view, so that his personality would be more to his...normal self. He's a jerk. XD But it's ttly for the lulz.
Clopin's point of view
As I was putting on my puppet show for the children, I heard one voice stand out in the audience. It sounded like the laughter of a young woman. I had never seen her before, but I decided to ignore her, continuing on with my puppet show. I’m quite used to such passerby. After I had finished my show, I turned my back to her, and prepared for the upcoming festival. Once the children had gone, however, she approached me.
“That was a wonderful show.” The girl said quietly, as I turned around.
She looked quite underfed, and her dress was made out of rags. There was nothing I could do. Clopin Trouillefou was not one to help others. But out of curiousity, I introduced myself to the poor wretch.
"Bonjour, madamoiselle!" I said, taking a bow.
I suddenly recognized this girl from the many past years. She had the same hair, same eyes, same smile, only this time, she was all by herself.
"I remember you." I said carefully.
"Don't you and your father come to the festival every year?" I asked.
The girl seemed surprised that I actually remembered her.
"We used to." she answered me. "But, my father died about a month ago and I've been living with my horrible stepmother, Madame Ferregal. She's been making me work day in and day out and she's very mean to me. That explains why I'm dressed in rags."
I then saw her clutch her midsection out of hunger, and I noticed how skinny she had gotten. There was absolutely no doubt that she was hungry. But with me being a gypsy, there was no chance she would be getting any food from me.
"Not to mention," she continued. "She doesn't feed me anything but bread crusts and water once a day. Now, I'm very hungry."
I felt a little sorry for her, since I recalled seeing her every year. But there was nothing I could do to help. Was there even food in my caravan?
"Rebellion always works.” I said with a wink. “I suppose that’s what you’re doing, no?” I asked.
I knew better. With a sigh, I looked from her to my caravan, finally saying, "Come along then. I might have some food." as I led the way back to the caravan.
"I like it here." the girl suddenly said, sitting down on a stool and making herself comfortable.
"Don’t get too comfortable, madamoiselle. I’m only giving you whatever I can find, if there is anything in here. After that, you must leave." I said as I crouched down to get something out from a nearby cupboard. "But then again, I like it, too. It's better than nothing."
The girl, who had paid absolutely no attention to what I said, suddenly noticed the bag I held and asked, "What's in the bag?"
"Just some cookies I stole...erm..got, from the bakery this morning." I replied. "Chocolate chip and the best in all of Paris." I said.
Since I'm a gypsy, we don’t get the same leniency as everyone else. We don’t even get paid. So a lot of us have to resort to stealing, and that’s exactly what I did. When the baker wasn’t watching, I snatched the bag, and ran off. But I wasn’t about to tell this girl what I had done. Instead, I then set the cookies on the table, and offered her one. She seemed like the type ot be distracted easily.
"Oh,yes,please!" The girl said happily.
"Help yourself." I offered, as I turned my back to her once more. It wasn’t that I hated the poor thing, but I had an odd feeling about her.
"What is your name?" I asked, turning back to face her.
The girl swallowed her food and answered, "Paulette. Paulette Courd'gai."
"Interesting name." I said.
"Thank you." She said. "And you are?"
"Clopin Trouillefou," I said proudly. "The master of ceremonies. That’s all you need to know." I didn’t want to tell her too much, out of fear that she might reveal my true identity as the gypsy king. Nobody knew that but the gypsies under my control.
"Clopin." The girl repeated so as not to forget my name.
Then, I put a wooden platter on the table and poured the rest of the cookies onto it.
"Would you like some more?" I asked, not really wanting the rest of them.
"Yes, please!" Paulette replied.
She was eagerly about to take a cookie off of the platter when she suddenly stopped and paused for a few seconds.
"I'm sorry." she said politely. "Should I..."
I knew how hungry this girl was. And I didn’t really care. All I cared about was her getting out of my caravan, so that I could prepare for the Feast of Fools.
"I don't mind. Take as many as you like." I said. The last thing I needed was some young girl dying on me.
The girl gave me a smile as she looked back up at me.
“Mind if I stay with you? That’s the only way I’ll be able to go to the festival.” she said.
I held back a groan as I looked back at her. Then the thoughts ran through my mind.
She wasn't a gypsy…and I couldn’t see any specific talent. I would have to test her. No! What was I thinking? I couldn’t just let some random street rat come into our Court! But to please her, I waited until she finished.
So, after she finished eating, I spoke again.
"Is there anything you'd like to do for the festival?" I asked.
"Hmm..." Paulette started thinking and soon came up with an idea. "I love puppets. And I think I can come up with some nice stories to tell with them. It would be fun to put on a show for those children....If that's alright with you."
I did a double-take. She liked puppets too? It was probably some odd coincidence. At least for the time being, this wretch would have something to do.
But to be honest, this girl was getting on my nerves. If she had come into the Court, I would have hung her right away.
"Oh, of course!" I told her, with a sarcastically sweet smile.
"I'll be having lots of duties to attend to, being the master of ceremonies and all.”
"I'd love to." she said cheerfully.
"We can arrange that." I said.
I reached into my pocket to pull out Puppet, but I gave it a second thought, and decided not to pull him out.
“Here. I have a few puppets that you can use. If you manage to mess up any of them, bad things will happen.” I said jokingly. But inside, I meant it. If she managed to do so, I would definitely hang her.
Paulette chuckled and nodded at my macabre joke. I left her with my puppets, and walked out into the heart of the town square, slipping my mask on. “Very, very unusual girl. I hope she’s gone by the time I get back.” I muttered, as I walked towards the main stage.
To be continued.......
Anyway, I went and fixed up Chapter 1 of *cherrypeachberry's story, starting from Clopin's view, so that his personality would be more to his...normal self. He's a jerk. XD But it's ttly for the lulz.
Clopin's point of view
As I was putting on my puppet show for the children, I heard one voice stand out in the audience. It sounded like the laughter of a young woman. I had never seen her before, but I decided to ignore her, continuing on with my puppet show. I’m quite used to such passerby. After I had finished my show, I turned my back to her, and prepared for the upcoming festival. Once the children had gone, however, she approached me.
“That was a wonderful show.” The girl said quietly, as I turned around.
She looked quite underfed, and her dress was made out of rags. There was nothing I could do. Clopin Trouillefou was not one to help others. But out of curiousity, I introduced myself to the poor wretch.
"Bonjour, madamoiselle!" I said, taking a bow.
I suddenly recognized this girl from the many past years. She had the same hair, same eyes, same smile, only this time, she was all by herself.
"I remember you." I said carefully.
"Don't you and your father come to the festival every year?" I asked.
The girl seemed surprised that I actually remembered her.
"We used to." she answered me. "But, my father died about a month ago and I've been living with my horrible stepmother, Madame Ferregal. She's been making me work day in and day out and she's very mean to me. That explains why I'm dressed in rags."
I then saw her clutch her midsection out of hunger, and I noticed how skinny she had gotten. There was absolutely no doubt that she was hungry. But with me being a gypsy, there was no chance she would be getting any food from me.
"Not to mention," she continued. "She doesn't feed me anything but bread crusts and water once a day. Now, I'm very hungry."
I felt a little sorry for her, since I recalled seeing her every year. But there was nothing I could do to help. Was there even food in my caravan?
"Rebellion always works.” I said with a wink. “I suppose that’s what you’re doing, no?” I asked.
I knew better. With a sigh, I looked from her to my caravan, finally saying, "Come along then. I might have some food." as I led the way back to the caravan.
"I like it here." the girl suddenly said, sitting down on a stool and making herself comfortable.
"Don’t get too comfortable, madamoiselle. I’m only giving you whatever I can find, if there is anything in here. After that, you must leave." I said as I crouched down to get something out from a nearby cupboard. "But then again, I like it, too. It's better than nothing."
The girl, who had paid absolutely no attention to what I said, suddenly noticed the bag I held and asked, "What's in the bag?"
"Just some cookies I stole...erm..got, from the bakery this morning." I replied. "Chocolate chip and the best in all of Paris." I said.
Since I'm a gypsy, we don’t get the same leniency as everyone else. We don’t even get paid. So a lot of us have to resort to stealing, and that’s exactly what I did. When the baker wasn’t watching, I snatched the bag, and ran off. But I wasn’t about to tell this girl what I had done. Instead, I then set the cookies on the table, and offered her one. She seemed like the type ot be distracted easily.
"Oh,yes,please!" The girl said happily.
"Help yourself." I offered, as I turned my back to her once more. It wasn’t that I hated the poor thing, but I had an odd feeling about her.
"What is your name?" I asked, turning back to face her.
The girl swallowed her food and answered, "Paulette. Paulette Courd'gai."
"Interesting name." I said.
"Thank you." She said. "And you are?"
"Clopin Trouillefou," I said proudly. "The master of ceremonies. That’s all you need to know." I didn’t want to tell her too much, out of fear that she might reveal my true identity as the gypsy king. Nobody knew that but the gypsies under my control.
"Clopin." The girl repeated so as not to forget my name.
Then, I put a wooden platter on the table and poured the rest of the cookies onto it.
"Would you like some more?" I asked, not really wanting the rest of them.
"Yes, please!" Paulette replied.
She was eagerly about to take a cookie off of the platter when she suddenly stopped and paused for a few seconds.
"I'm sorry." she said politely. "Should I..."
I knew how hungry this girl was. And I didn’t really care. All I cared about was her getting out of my caravan, so that I could prepare for the Feast of Fools.
"I don't mind. Take as many as you like." I said. The last thing I needed was some young girl dying on me.
The girl gave me a smile as she looked back up at me.
“Mind if I stay with you? That’s the only way I’ll be able to go to the festival.” she said.
I held back a groan as I looked back at her. Then the thoughts ran through my mind.
She wasn't a gypsy…and I couldn’t see any specific talent. I would have to test her. No! What was I thinking? I couldn’t just let some random street rat come into our Court! But to please her, I waited until she finished.
So, after she finished eating, I spoke again.
"Is there anything you'd like to do for the festival?" I asked.
"Hmm..." Paulette started thinking and soon came up with an idea. "I love puppets. And I think I can come up with some nice stories to tell with them. It would be fun to put on a show for those children....If that's alright with you."
I did a double-take. She liked puppets too? It was probably some odd coincidence. At least for the time being, this wretch would have something to do.
But to be honest, this girl was getting on my nerves. If she had come into the Court, I would have hung her right away.
"Oh, of course!" I told her, with a sarcastically sweet smile.
"I'll be having lots of duties to attend to, being the master of ceremonies and all.”
"I'd love to." she said cheerfully.
"We can arrange that." I said.
I reached into my pocket to pull out Puppet, but I gave it a second thought, and decided not to pull him out.
“Here. I have a few puppets that you can use. If you manage to mess up any of them, bad things will happen.” I said jokingly. But inside, I meant it. If she managed to do so, I would definitely hang her.
Paulette chuckled and nodded at my macabre joke. I left her with my puppets, and walked out into the heart of the town square, slipping my mask on. “Very, very unusual girl. I hope she’s gone by the time I get back.” I muttered, as I walked towards the main stage.
To be continued.......
