Paris

No mystical kingdom, realm, or lands. No demons, angels, fairies, lycan.
It's real.
It's the 21st century.


Paris, the city of love. Well, it depends what you make of it, doesn't it?
Jeremy Clarkson describes it as 'An elephant house without the elephants'.
But thats his opinion, and his tale. This is not, this is yours. This is your opinion, your story. It's exactly as you make it.

Tonight is New Year. Will you be joining the celebrations?



Rules
[Legend being they were set in stone upon some mountain top]
@Thou shalt not cyber in my city. Take your filth elsewhere
@Thou shalt not befoul this page with too many swear words
@Thou shalt be restrictive with thou's gore, if thou wants for it
@All profiles shalt be sent by ye olde PM to me, in ye olde CODE format [so's I don't have to make them pretty all over again.]
@Thou shalt not kill...without permission.
@I reserve thyself the rights to change these here commandments
@Oh, and thou shalt be literate

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Username:- Username
Name:- Full name
Why are you here?:- [Just a paragraph. Tell me about you. IC please, first person.
Appearance:- [A description, detailed as possible please]

Profiles

Username:- Emmarrr_Pirate
Name:- Alex Jade Mirrors. Just call me AJ.
Why are you here?:- Starting out on my epic quest to gain a degree in Theatre Studies, so that I can finally become a screen actress. Yes, I do know that 98 % of actors are out of work. Yes, I know it pays badly- don't you think I got that from my parents? If there's a tiny chance, that I might end up on screen, it'll all have been worth it.
How would my friends describe me? A sandwich short of a picnic. Intelligent, and yet lacking in the common sense department. Don't ask me to explain the things I come up with, it's hard enough to reason with myself.
Extrovert, and professional party girl, I believe in seizing the day with both hands and refusing to let go. My life is one big exhibition, and thats the way I like it.
Eventually I'll move here permanently. But for now, I'll settle for a gap year, learning the language, auditioning for all I'm worth, and working part-time as a waitress in the meantime.
Appearance:- Dark blue eyes twinkle, and give her mischief away everytime, cherry lips that seem slightly too large for her face. Tall enough to stand out from the crowd, perhaps 5"9, with chestnut ringlets tumbling down to her waist, usually tied back in a neat ponytail for work.

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Username:- Sierpe
Name:- Ehme Letondre
Why are you here?:- Emily, or Ehme as everyone knows her, Grew up in the country side of France. She loved to paint and draw so much that when she turned 17 she decided to leave everything she knew and move to an apartment in Paris for students of a prestidous art school she had been accepted into. She also has a habit for blogging on her own website, Le Temps.
Appearance:- Ehme has platinum blonde hair that falls in messy curls. Her violet eyes set off her pale skin, and is normal height.
She usually wears a cross with her pale blue dress that falls just above her knee.

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Username:- Blacksheep poet
Name:- Renu Crow
Why are you here?:- Well, when I was younger I always dreamed of going to paris. Japan was so boring for me to grow up in... I wanted to be in Paris for my whole life and after my grandfather died and gave me enough yen to go out here I was overwhelmed and decided to go out to Paris. The reason for this is because when I was a little kid, my dream was to always find true love in Paris.

Appearance:-

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Username:- Herkamyrh
Name:- Rene-Claude Xavier
Why are you here?:- After accepting an apprenticeship with one of Paris' established artists, I moved from Quebec. Unfortunately this was some scheme setup to take advantage of young, ambitious artists such as myself. To my dismay, after paying my deposit to a Mr. Renauld, I never saw him again and later discovered that the Mr. Renauld I paid wasn't the real Renauld and thus my apprenticeship never existed. I was already here and had already paid the deposit on my apartment so I decided to stay, wanting to experience the city any way. Though textiles was never really my thing, my neighbor below me worked for a mill that was located in one of Paris' industrial districts and set me up with a job. Now with a steady income and surprisingly lenient employers, I explore the city and the sites, while also trying to secure a gallery showing. I often also try to peddle my art on the street every 4th weekend of the month at one of the outdoor mall/markets.
Appearance:- Rene is 6'0" tall and just slightly over weight. He has medium length, dark brown hair with eyes to match. He dresses casually, and is obviously not Parisian. Generally he can be seen wearing some loose jeans, a tee-shirt (often designed by himself, something he has recently gotten into doing as a result of his work at a textiles mill), and some street shoes that usually have smatterings of paint and other materials that are often employed in a studio. The season dictates winter weather and being Canadian, Rene is all too prepared for it. He has a number of heavy coats, scarfs, gloves, and hats at his disposal.

RESERVED

Word.
Erm just tell me when you get more people.
I'll be on after midnight most likely.
Mmm'kay?

That's dandy, I will =]

Word. Starting.
Ehme sat on the corner of a stone bench with her laptop
resting on her knees. The view of the tourists was unbelievable
So many differing people could all gather in one city to muse at
architech, art, and performances.
She looked at the watch on the blue screen. 12:08. She groaned and lept up and off the bench.
Peeking i her wallet, she knew she needed a job to
survive as a student.
The world seemed so much larger here in Paris.

A little way away from Trocadero Square, a tired looking girl with long, mussed hair made her way up the stone staircase that lead to the Metro. Or in Alex's case, away from the Metro. She had just waited 5 hours with her crumpled paper script, learning lines, adding expression, going over her scene, to be told that she didn't 'look right' for the part of Amelie.

Never mind. There was always tomorrow. For now, she needed only to earn her keep. The statuesque brunette turned sharply into a small, red and white themed pasta restaurant, to be greeted by an angry looking waitor.

"Aleex" He hissed at her as she passed by "Zis eez ze third time zis week! Gusteau will be angrry."
The said Alex sighed. "Angry is ok" She told Pepinoir, the waitor "I can deal with angrry"

And with that, she disappeared into the backrooms to tie her hair up and retrieve her uniform. A few minutes later, a shiner, slightly smilier Alex appeared, and began her shift. A natural looking smile is the most valuable gift for a waitress, it means that the customer is reassured, whatever mood she may be in. Alex wasn't lucky in that sense, she shadows under her eyes and her half hearted grins had little affect on those she served.

French was now her second language, and it paid well here, to know both the native tongues, and those of the tourists. Gusteau found it useful, anyway. AJ found her mood brightening as her shift went on; before long she was chatting freely to her customers, and her smiles were no longer forced.

Ehme crossed the busy Paris streets with every single one of those tourist on which she had overlooked. Now as she fumbled through the mass, did she relize the signifigance of going to school here in Paris.

Her stomach brought her back to reality with a deffining growl. Ugh, food,She thought. Across the square that she was entering was a little restaurant, where the aroma of garlic bread was more then enough to tempt Ehme.
She wondered in among the costomers and took a seat at one of the tiny tables in front of the window seat. The window had a tiny sign that advertised they were looking for help. Great, perfect, If I work here I'll eat everything in sight, she thought.

Her eyes wondered over the bustling cafe to rest on the waitress heading in her direction. She looked frazzled and a little disorientated.

Renu walked down the street of Paris. What a lovely place this is she thought to herself as she peered her odd colored eye's apon the people of France.

She then stopped and saw a small cafe and decided to enter. She sat down and waited for her waiter, twirling her hair in her fingers from boredom.

"May I help you?" the waiter asked as he arrived. Renu looked up to see a man with lovely black hair and beautiful, piercing red eyes. Her face grew red in the amazment of how good he looked.

"Uh... I'll have a french vanilla coffee please!" she blurted, not knowing what to say.

"Right away, miss!" the man cheered as he left to go get her coffee, leaving Renu behind giggling to herself over him.

When The waitress pivoted quickly and headed in a different direction, Ehme took out her smallest sketch book from her messenger bag. She proceeded to start her real life sketch for prospective class. Carefully figuring how to fit all of the street scene in the bit of work space she had.
Everything, from a fruit stand to a child with a tiny balloon had it own individual essence. This was how she saw the world.

Mid line of drawing a young girl with her lover by the bench, her phone went off. She scrambled to reach it in time.
"'Ello." She Choked.
"Ehme?" Her american roommate, Kate asked impatiently.
"What are you doing tonight? A bunch of the guys are going to a fireworks show, with music."
"Sounds cool. Can we talk when I'm back?
I'm at a cafe." Ehme hung up without saying goodbye.
She really hating talking in a confined area, so many people just stare trying to listen in as if it was their life.

A smirk crossed AJ's face and she elbowed Pepinoir as she passed him, leaning to imitate him in a high, woman's voice.
"Yes miss,right away miss!"
He grinned and stuck his tongue out at her, but she had already gone, bustling away to another table with a backward glance and a teasing grin.
A pale, blonde woman, was talking on her phone, snapping it away as Alex approached. The brunette only smiled as she pulled up at her table, sliding a small pen and pad from her apron.
"What is it you'lll be having then madame?"
AJ took a bet on her being French, but used English all the same. 90% of the time she served tourists, it paid to bet on the right side of the line.
A small sketchbook lay open at the table; the young waitress's eyeline flickering briefly over the drawing, before asking "Is this your work then?"
Gusteau was always telling her off for being a little too nosy, and AJ couldn't agree more as she pulled the sketch towards her and admired the pencil work briefly. "it's lovely" She finished, with a smile.

Rene-Claude sat on the balcony of his 3rd story apartment enjoying a cigarette while he took in the view of the cold winter's day. He wasn't close to the area around the Eiffel Tower, but luckily his balcony faced that direction so that he always could see it. He enjoyed being able to see the tower, and every time he gazed upon it he couldn't help but remember one of his old Art History Professors speaking about it and how it marked the centennial celebration of the French Revolution. When ever he caught himslef thinking about it he would laugh. He couldn't ever remember what the French Revolution was all about other than that it had to do with rebeling against the Monarchy, but all other details never seemed to surface.

After he had finished his smoke he returned to the warmth of his living room, closing and locking the balcony door behind him. He flipped on the the television as he went about the preparations for his day. While the coffee his mother had sent him was brewing in his press he uploaded all the graphic layouts he had prepared since Christmas to his media player. It would be a long bike ride to the mill and he wanted to be sure he had all his work on him. After half watching the news and finishing the rest of his daily routine, Rene-Claude locked up his apartment, made sure his downstairs neighbor had already left for work, and then set out to the mill himself.

As soon as she was stuffing her phone back into her bag, she turned around by the flash of her white note book being picked up. She looked into the face of the perpatratorm, it was the waitress from earlier.
Now Ehme could see the dark auburn hair that curled lightly and tucked up in a red bow to match her uniform. The oddly matched twinkle of blue staring intently at the book.

"Eh. .Um. . .I-ts not that great." Ehme shffled through her sentence with shyness.
"Its my erm, homework." She tried to explain in English as fast as she could.

The funny thing was that French was her second language. Her mother was from the states originally, and she lived with her mother in france until her stepfather, a frenchman came into the family. So for the wautress to speak in english was abit of a breath of fresh air.

"Here's your coffee, miss!" the waiter announced as he put the coffee infront of Renu.

"Thank you!" she blushed. The waiter, with his red eye's, peered apon her. Oh No! She worried in her mind He's checking me out... is he?

"Hey, miss. May I have your name?" he began "I'm Zero Cross" He smiled from ear to ear.

"Oh... my name? I'm Renu Crow... It's nice to meet you, Zero" She then paused. "If you want, I don't mind if you sit and chat with me!" Zero blushed at her remark as he sat across from Renu.

"Why thank you for letting me sit with you miss Renu but I just want to know one thing!" he stated. Renu then began to blush after Zero stopped blushing. "I was wondering... would you...-"

((ha ha! Suspense!))

On the way to the mill, Rene nearly clipped 2 pedestrians, dodged 5 taxis, and swerved once preventing a scrawny, old cat's death. When he arrived, he chained up his bike, vowing that if he makes it to the spring months, he would invest in a motor scooter of some sort, maybe even a motorcycle. After greeting the secretary at the front desk, Rene made his way up several flights of stairs until he found his department's office space. He went through the glass door and was glad. As was usually the case, his floor was empty. His employers had a high regard for "creative talent" and as long as one showed their face at the office from time to time and was able to meet the majority of the deadlines set for them, then they couldn't care less. This was a part of Rene's routine, work on designs for a few days, turn them in, check his box for more assignments, give a heads up to his manager or manager's manager, rinse, and repeat.

After burning a cd and properly labeling it, Rene-Claude dropped his material off on his boss' desk with a little note wishing him a Happy New Year. He then exited the building not wishing to linger and began his bike ride home. On the way his stomach began to mumble and grumble. Briefly he remembered the deli's back in Quebec, the ones that were American themed that served sub style sandwiches and pizza. He missed them but they were far away now. He didn't have the desire to track one down now on account of the cold so he decided to stop off at a cafe for a bite to eat.

((Oh noes! It's killing me, Poet!XDD)
Her accent was french, and yet her English was flawless, Alex smiled slightly. Here was her first bilingual today; you could just tell she spoke french too, it was pretty obvious from her accent.
She took up the book again and stared around at the view from the cafe. The lovers on the bench appeared to have left, and the scene was slightly different, as if it were out of place somehow. But it waas as if she had captured a memory, an instant in time that had only lasted a few moments, one of those precious few seconds where time seems to dock it's duties, and everything holds still, peaceful, for a time.

With the thoughts fresh in her head, and a complacent smile tugging at her lips, Alex replaced the sketchbook and nodded, looking from the art, to it's creator. She had strange eyes, she might have said they were violet, but her sense got the better of her, they could only have been a strong hue of...
Alex shook her head, as if trying to loosen the thought and dispose of it. She might have mistaken Ehme for a scottish girl, if it were not for her accent. Still, you could never tell.
"Nice homework. Did you want anything?"
AJ was back in waitress mode again, the change was strangely unnerving. From curious, natural smiles to remarkably pleasant grins, that didn't seem to quite reach her tired eyes.

[Right. I'm off to bed. =] Ta ra]

The waitress, Ehme decided Was definately American. Noted. Good.

The notebook was returned to her place setting, but she could tell the from face of the waitress her art had left an impression. A small smile creeped over her mouth, all she ever wanted was to move people emotions and minds through paper and lead.

"A lemon tea, and chicken soup? My name is Emi-. . Ehme." New life new name Thought Ehme as she outstreched her hand. She wondered if the girl was a student, she had the trademark term paper sleepless night look to her.

The phone was buzzing in her bag again, 'Probably Kate' she thought. And left it be, she didn't need to call until 6 anyway.

((Nightynite Emarr.
Don't leave me hanging! I want to know what he wants!!))

Rene-Claude got off his bike and proceeded to chain it up. HE didn't know anything about the crime rate of Paris, but his apartment back in Quebec was broken into once and his bike stolen several times so he was leery to say the least. He lit another cigarette and proceeded to smoke, watching his breath chase the smoke w/ each exhale. Geez it was chilly today he thought, not as cold as Quebec this time of year, but chilly none the less. His mind drifted toward the Spring months and he hoped he would be here to see it. He finished his smoke and entered the establishment, awaiting a seat.

((Rene- You in the same place as me and Emar?
huzzah.
I'm killing time.))

A small, tanned hand met Ehme's in a firm grip and shook it lightly, Alex smiled and nodded. The stutterings didn't seem quite natural to the girl; the waitress wondered whether she had been about to say something else. People were so interesting when they said the wrong things- it revealed things about them that they would generally conceal.
"Alex." she replied, looking once again directly into Ehme's remarkable violet eyes. Her gaze was slightly disconcerting at times, it had been a talent, her professor had said, she was guaranteed success in her auditions, and roles, with that stare. Hm. Shows how much he knew.
"Call me Alex." She finished and let go of the girl's hand, straightening up as she took one last glance at the sketch.
"Lemon tea and chicken soup. Good choice." She didn't write anything down. "Excuse me" A quick smile and then she was gone, seeing that Gusteau was watching from his porthole window in the kitchens. He hated that she talked too long to her customers; but the tips were worth it.
She made her way to the kitchens and scribbled an order card for Ehme's table, table trois, leaving it in the little box by the side. It was taken immediately.
Swinging the door wide open, AJ spotted a man looking around, and came up to him from behind. He was most definitely not French; his clothes gave all away.
"Monsieur" She said pleasantly "I think you'll find the table over there is free."
He towered over her by 3 inches at least. It was strange, she was taller than most. The brunette glanced up and raised her eyebrows at Zero, making a move on some poor girl.

"Merci," he responded to the waitress and then made his way to the open table. He hadn't been in this cafe before but it was very nice. He looked around the seating area paying close attention to the decor. He often analyzed the things around him this way, especially since coming to Europe. One of his many art professors back in school often said to do such exercises to keep sharp his analytical eye. "Art is always around you and tells a story, make it your own," she would always tag on to the end of her lectures. He regarded the moldings on the wall and around the entry way first, identifying the period and style they were from or at least based on. He did this for awhile, identifying as many things as he could while at the same time considering what he would like to eat.

"Nice to meet you Alex." Ehme replied to the startled navy eyes, She could sense to formality Alex had in the way she looked right at you, as if dissecting your very life just from watching. Ehme released her grip and let Alex dissapear into the crowd, to tend to a man at the front.
Just as Alex was walking away, her phone went off again buzzing theme to Lucky Star. Must be Kate. She regretably anwsered.
"Ehm? Hey just wondering if you were going to tonights fireworks and all. My band. ." It was Sam, a male friend of hers who was in a small punk garage band in her University.
"Sam, yes I'll be there. I'm hanging up."
"Are you sur-..." End. She really had to learn how to put her phone on silent. Besides her pride a joy of a computer Ehme was technologically challenged. When she thought of this she took out her silvery child and signed on to put up some new pictures on to her web site.

Alex cocked her head slightly and looked down at her silvery painted nails, twirling the pencil she held between her index finger and thumb. Rene was taking his time, and she didn't want to appear impatient, so she simply examined him for a few minutes. He seemed very watchful of the scene around him, returning every few seconds to cast his gaze over the menu. After a few moments, AJ guessed that he was admiring the architecture, and the art about the place.
Gusteau, the chef, was also the owner of the joint, and so had taken special care over the appearance of the place. The walls were papered with an elegant italian design and the floor was of a mediterranean paving. Large, local artist works were hung on the walls; AJ had counted 8 at first but Gusteau had purchased a 9th from the said artist and placed in the last space. Leafy plants in stone pots were scattered across the double tiered restaurant, two of them framing the bottom of the small flight of stairs leading to the second, smaller, floorspace.
"The art is by a local" Alex remarked to the ...American? She wasn't so sure anymore. "Have you decided what you want?"
The brunette played with the starched ends of her apron; she still held no notebook, or pencil. She had become fond of doing it from memory. She glanced at her watch for a moment, 2:30. She got off her shift at 7, so the waitress had hours left to go.

"Hmmm, interesting, I'll have to ask the chef who he commissions. But yeah, I know what I want. I'll have a croque-monsieur, and a coffee ought to do it, thanks." When the waitress went to drop off his order, he slid his nintendo DS from his pack and began to play Polarium, one of his favorite puzzle games.

Alex nodded and smiled, replying lightly, "I don't know the artist personally. I hear she's quite new here." And with that, she took off, writing Rene's order on a slip of card that followed Ehme's into the box. Table trois was already waiting and ready on the sideboard, so the statuesque waitress whisked it away and toward Ehme's table.

"Lemon tea and chicken soup" She stated firmly as she set the tray down, and then noticed the young girl clicking away on her laptop. "Working on anything interesting"

Oh, there went the curiousity again. She really must get a hold of that.


[Gahhh, writer's block =\ Sorry it took me so long]