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 Posted: Thu May 22, 2014 12:20 pm
"Whatsoever therefore is consequent to a time of Warre, where every man is Enemy to every man; the same is consequent to the time, wherein men live without security, than what their own strength, and their own invention shall furnish them withall. (...) And which is worst of all, continuall feare, and danger of violent death; And the life of man, solitary, poore, nasty, brutish, and short."
(Hobbes 1981: 186)
Social classes:
Middle and working class.
Professions available:
Men: Mechanics, black smiths, street musicians, gypsy fortune tellers and charlatans, quack doctors, newspaper boys, chimney sweepers, thieves, underground traders, undercover wizards, factory workers (usually young children), bartenders and cafe owners, police constables, police inspectors, private detectives, etc.
Women: Flower girls, street musicians (usually part of a group), house maids to richer households, governesses, prostitutes, stay at home wives and daughters (the majority of the middle class), gypsy fortune tellers, underground traders, undercover witches, factory workers (usually young children), weavers, waitresses, etc.
Your survival depends on the friends you make - if you can get yourself around to trust anyone in this pit of misfortune. 
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2014 7:34 pm
━╃ Camilla "Camie" Swan ╄━ 
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Camilla was on the streets of Lacourt, Avezè not to far from the orphanage she lives in. Its a bitter sweet love as she hated it there but she make do as it is the only place she can call home. Camilla was on the streets not to cause trouble but to keep her end of the deal and try to make money. The dress she is wearing has patches and tears as its been with it her the moment she had traded some of her belongings and now here she is selling flowers. Camilla was always careful as she wore a disguise to make sure that if she did do something naughty, she wouldn't be caught. Her hair that looks dark brown is actually dirt. Her hair was really a light blonde but rubbing loads of dirt manage to turn it brown plus her eyes that reflects blue has dark wrinkles that shows the lack of sleep. It sucks being poor as she haty can afford any new clothing an sometimes she daydream about being a rich lady with fancy clothes. Camilla shook her thoughts as some of the dirt in her hair rubbed on her face as she held up flowers she freshly grown and picked. "Flowers. Fresh flowers. Goes well for all occasion, freshly grown."
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2014 11:47 pm
A well-groomed little girl appeared around the corner, walking hastily. She scanned the corridor of shops and cafes before making off into it, stopping only because she saw a girl from the corner of her eye. She frowned at her, perplexed, and then her small doll-like face lit up and she came over to her. “You sell flowers?” she ask, delighted. “I don’t have any moneys on me, but could I have one? My mother used to make small wreaths for me.” She smiled angelically up at Camille. Her smile, however, quickly faded as she whipped her head around to see a feathery orange cat turn its head in search of her. The girl gasped, almost swallowing her uvula in fright, and dashed further down the street. The cat gave chase at a lazy pace, giving Camille an odd, seemingly angry look.
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2014 7:24 pm
━╃ Camilla "Camie" Swan ╄━
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Camilla was about to give up as not many people bought her flowers. Such a shame as Cammila hated to see her flowers die without being loved. Just then a little girl came up to her and looking her over she found that she must be in the upercladd. Camilla smiled gently and was about to respond to her question but she took off in a hurry. Camilla had to blink a few times as she seen a fluffy cat pass her by but she could have sworn that cat glared at her. Camilla just smiled but only briefly as she wanted to chase after the girl. Thinking she might be scared of the cat but Camilla stayed put. People walking the streets might think she was chasing the rich girl and the last time she left to go in the part of Lacourt that had nothing but upperclassmen, she got a good beating from the sister of not doing it again.
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2014 4:34 am
The girl tired and tripped, falling to the cobbled road and scraping her hands and knees. The blood stained her dress, along with the tar and filth of the streets. The cat leisurely trotted toward her, but she did not get up. Instead, she pleaded, sobbing frantically and staring at the cat in helpless horror. The workers only briefly glanced at the commotion and then went about their own business as though the girl was not there. Some women offered her a sympathetic glance before they, too, ignored her existence. Nobody bothered to intervene. The cat drew nearer, seemingly slightly bored, and stood next to her. It held her gaze. The girl calmed. There was something about her sudden silence that was even more sinister than her whimpering that echoed off their stone and brick surroundings. Her tear-streaked face was void of emotion and her light eyes were consumed by her pupils. Camille could see, through the light fog that usually loomed in the lower parts of town, the cat arch its back and from it danced figures that seemed to be made purely of light. The figures were human-like with two arms, a triangular body, two short legs - all of which were a translucent pale blue - and a head that flickered out into all directions - blue at the centre and pale red and yellow flashing out at intervals like something that could represent the stars. There were sixteen or twenty of them. The people evacuated the area, saying nervously, quietly, to their partners, "I've never seen so many of them" and "Don't look back, darling."
The spirits circled the girl and the cat, moving lethargically at first. They took hands and started to move in a counter-clockwise direction, chanting, "Trendafilcheto, kalanfircheto, done mamina" repeatedly in child-like voices that wafted toward Camille on the wind. The girl started to scowl at the cat, growing horns and talons. From her small face flared fiery feathers. The cat now, too, morphed into something else: a slender womanly figure with a dancer's posture, wearing a tight-fitting costume that was adorned with straps, corset draw-strings at her sides and back, baroque-styled buckles and swirling vines etched into the white leather. Her dark brown hair was plaited into a long, thick Avezean (French) braid and her skin seemed smooth and fair like fine china. The small girl now stood to face her attacker. The woman took from a small violet pouch with gold tassels, an equally small crystal vial and held it out to the girl, smirking. The girl snapped with anger, allowing herself to be enveloped in the sensation of power, and went in for the kill. She did not reach that point, however, for her essence, a blue smoke-like light, was drawn from her and bottled into the vial. When this was done, and the vial corked and replaced into its velvet pouch, the spirits released their hands and faded into the fog. The girl was left lifelessly laying on the cold, mucky road with her hair flowing into the small riffs between the cobbles. She was pale, drained from all life and blood, as though she would crumble into a papery dust at any moment. The woman took from the pouch a match, lit it, and tossed it onto the corpse. It engulfed in flames. The woman turned to leave the way she, as the cat, had came, passing Camille again. She looked at her, annoyed.
"You lingered, to watch." It was more of a statement than a question. "People relish flaxen hair - you'll make more sales without dirt and grime. That is, if you wish to make a living off selling flowers on street corners." Her tone was caked with icy mentorship and sprinkled with disgust, yet her pale green eyes spoke of something softer; something warmer; something of a caring sensation and the promise of abundance.
((Sorry for keeping your charry there, but she needed to see this scene play off. As for the RP with your duchess, I'm still working out a plot for her.))
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2014 4:59 am
m i s s Rieux No problem I really didn't know what to do so the scene actually helped ━╃ Camilla "Camie" Swan ╄━
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The fog descended from the sky down to earth as it covered the scene that has folded in front of Camilla. She seen everything and she wished she didn't, as now deep her heart she felt like a journey was about to begin. Camilla stood frozen as she was frighten from the scene she witness as she clutched her flowers close to her bosoms. If she was brave, she would have helped the little girl but it turned out that lite girl was something else. Something sinister and evil just like a nightmare that plagues your dreams. Camilla was glad not to intervene but nor could she resist looking away as curiosity got the best of her. It was like a fairytail that a mother would tell her babe just so they behaved and now, here she is staring at the beautiful lady who was once a cat standing before her. She blinked a couple of times to soak in her words. Camilla dared to look straight in her eyes and spoke, "I lingered out of curiosity madam but I do apologize as it was rude of me to stare." Camilla gave a slight bow as she revert her gaze towards the body of the lifeless girl. "Even if I wiped my face to at least look presentable, I doubt my dress will show such beauty. This is all I own madam so the beauty of my flowers will be the first thing people see besides a poor orphan girl." Camilla spoke with an even tone as she wasn't taken aback about the way she was spoken to. She heard those tones as she grown up in the orphanage, she was picked on and judge by the wealthy when she started selling her flowers at a young ave. This woman was no different but Camilla scolded herself not to judge everyone she sees or spoke to.
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2014 6:51 am
The lady smiled at her polite mannerisms. I lingered out of curiosity... She said, somewhat astonished, in a voice almost wraithlike, "Not rude, ma chérie, but rather very brave. You wanted to help her, didn’t you? Nothing is ever as it seems.” She ended in a faraway tone, tinged with what seemed like the remembrance of a painful memory. Even if I wiped… “Why don’t you fix your dress?” She took Camille’s hands and turned her palms upward; placing the few flowers she had to sell between her lips to free their hands. Holding her fingers outstretched with one hand, the woman held her right hand out over them. Camille could feel an effervescent sensation starting from her heart and tickling through her arms to her hands and fingers. A small spark ignited a little ways from her palms. It was warm, fluttering, but small and felt as though it would disappear if the lady’s hand was not there, leading it. “You’re in danger,” she smiled tenderly, ostensibly thrilled about something, and allowed the flame to recede. “What’s your name?”
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2014 2:11 pm
━╃ Camilla "Camie" Sylvain ╄━
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"Someone onced told me to never judge someone until you seen their point of few. If I had intervene to save that little girl, I wouldn't have seen your point." Camilla was about to speak until she grabbed her dirty hands which made Camilla self conscious about her appearence. "Madam.." She was about to protest when she felt warmth and a tingling sensation wash over her in huge waves. Camilla was about to smile until she said she was in danger. Just the way she said it all nonchalant made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. "My name is Camilla Sylvain but some people call me Came."
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Posted: Sun May 25, 2014 3:38 am
Someone once told… "Judge no one? That’s naïve," she laughed melodically. "Here’s new advice to replace that viewpoint: judge everyone; keep out of their business for your own safety. If you had intervened, you would have been dead by now and I would have had a charming little vase filled with your magical essence. And, for that, I would have become rich." My name is… "Well, Mademoiselle Sylvain, how come you’re an orphan if you have a surname? Have you no family to take you up? Never-mind that," she said with crooked smile tugging at her lips and her eyes, playful like a cat, narrowed slyly. "Would you like to become a lady? This is a once in a life time offer, ma chérie, think carefully. You will become my apprentice in the Arts and I will offer you my protection, and you will repay me by working in my shop and being my errand girl. Does that sound fair?"
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Posted: Sun May 25, 2014 10:35 am
━╃ Camilla "Camie" Sylvain ╄━
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"Madam, for give me for being so bold but I do not take kind in judging people. In my view point I will not go so low as I have suffer bitter words for being judge on being so poor. And yes I did understand that if I intervene I would have been killed but that is why I stood where I was at and dimpled watch. Not everything is what it seems, but I do confess you confuse me when you say magic. There is nothing special about me as I have no memory of my parents besides the fact that someone has rescued me and brought me here to the orphanage." She spoke the truth as she has no memory, it was like her mind was blocked. Camie had to blink a few times as she heard her words. Cat got her tongue as she was speechless on her propersition. Just something in her voice was soothing and made her feel like a somebody. "As you wish madam. I'll go under your wing." Camie gave a slight bow to her.
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 6:41 am
 “If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.” ― Emily Brontë
"No, don't judge people to their faces - not unless it's for effect. Oh, chérie! The beauty of humankind is not in morality, but in the subtleties people react to." She laughed. "Most children are born with a magical essence, but it dies out later. Yours, however, has potential. One of your relatives might have had the Gift. It's not strong, but your essence will undoubtedly attract unwanted attention." Upon her agreement to the proposal, the woman clasped her hands together, delightfully satisfied. Just then, black blob-like figures in suits appeared around the corner. They took a look around, stretching their long necks to see above the fog. When they caught sight of the pair, they chased. The woman's smile faded only slightly. "Looks like you're already involved," she said quietly and pulled her into a long, narrow alley. The creatures bulged into the narrow space, sacrificing their forms and making unearthly gargling noises. The woman seemed untethered by this and walked with Camilla on her arm at a quick, yet effortless pace. Monsters appeared before them without warning, charging full speed toward them. "Hold on tight," she hooked her arm around Camilla's waist and they started into the air, rising at least half a story higher than the rooftops of Lacourt. They seemed to float as gravity pulled them down, and their momentum pulled them up. The woman took Camilla's hands and gently told her to walk, as did she. They leaped on air for a while and landed on a balcony. The woman stood on the rail as she gently put down her young companion. "Do you know where the Baudelaire Bakery is? Turn right there, and follow the road ten streets on. When you come to the point where the fog clears, turn left, and then continue past seven more streets, turn right into an alley, pass the sweet shop, the florist and then enter Café des Amis. It is closed, but ring the bell - Belle will be there to accept you. Go, quickly. I'll draw them off." With that, she spread her arms like wings and took a step back, dropping in this position down the three story building and disappearing before Camilla could see where she went.
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2014 4:25 pm
m i s s Rieux Loved how you copied Howl's Moving Castle xD made me laugh ━╃ Camilla "Camie" Sylvain ╄━
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Camilla was a little surprised at the way she responded and was confused at the way she reacted. "What the heck is that?" As she was pulled down an alley way and away from them. "Do you mind telling me what is going on?" Camilla trailed off as she was lifted in the air and to her surprise she wasn't scared. Of course she thought she was going crazy but she did as she was told as she stretched her leg and started to walk as if it was normal. She smiled as she landed safely and nodded. "Thank you." Camilla waved and took off running with a start and to avoid anyone who saw what happened. She ran out of breath right after she passed the florist shop. She stood there for a few moments and then pushed the door bell.
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2014 2:42 am
A small, pale girl with platinum blonde hair that flowed from her shoulders to her slender middle in soft, liquid waves, about the age of 15, with the brightest blue eyes, as though it was a tropical day outside, met her at the cafe door. She wasn't wearing the usual Avezean wear that consisted of corsets, elaborate bows and lace and ruffles and puffed sleeves, but rather a simple white dress that seemed more comfortable than it was fitted and of which the skirt followed her like the tail of a comet. All in all, with her skin that has never seen the sun, she looked very much like an apparition if it wasn't for her eyes. "I'm sorry," she informed Camilla in sweet tones, as though not taking in the appearance of her. "We're closed. Please come back tomorrow." She was about to close the door.
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2014 3:47 am
━╃ Camilla "Camie" Sylvain ╄━
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Camilla protested has she was about to shut the door on her. "Umm excuse me but I am looking for the lady known as Belle." Camilla didn't want to be rude and just simply place her fppt to stop her or even push her way through. She wasn't sure if her new boss will even appreciate that so she had to be polite. Camilla stood there giving a friendly smile as she asked for Belle. "Please? Is she in today? I must speak with her in a matter of urgency."
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2014 4:02 am
The girl's eyes widened in fear. "Is she hurt? What happened? Tell me everything." She ushered Camilla inside and locked the doors behind her. "I am Belle, but nobody calls me that... Wait. How do I know you're not a spy." The cafe inside was black and white, as though something from an old photo. It seemed to be much larger on the inside. Everything was spotless and shiny - from the elaborate carvings in the black wood tables, chairs, counters, cupboards and wine racks, to the embroidered white satin cushions, the glittering marble-like floor and the marvelous glass chandeliers that hung from the ceiling. On every table there was a class vase, that matched the chandeliers, with a deep red rose. Some were a little wilted and dried, but they still looked just as charming as the occasional unopened or blooming bud.
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