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Post by Alaina Robarge on Mar 3, 2009 15:16:43 GMT -5
The petite, young nun called Brigitte was having a terrible time that morning. She was the one most commonly called on to tend to the children (those eighteen and under). Usually it was an energetic, but quiet playtime for the kids in the back room while the adults were elsewhere in service. That was usually the situation. But things were never what they seemed when Alaina was there. Upset her aunt merely dropped her off to go back to work at the Moulin Rouge while her uncle continued his self destructive binge-drinking at home, she had to do something...
"I think I know why you're having such a hard time, Mademoiselle Brigitte," the bright girl explained after seeing the nun couldn't keep up with the kids, hoping she would comprehend. "I believe it's because you're old."
Pure rage resonated from the cathedral, many outside wondering what the cause of it was. Brigitte was only twenty-seven, for god's sake! Within a mere second, a dark bruise appeared on Alaina's left cheek. The woman had slapped her. It was nothing new, but she was truly confused as to what set the older lady off. She paused to backtrack, finally realizing her mistake. "I'm sorry, that must've come out wrong. What I meant was, you're aging!"
Another hit, this time on the other cheek. The other kids were stunned, as was she (although for the wrong reason).
"I said that wrong again?" she asked, blowing upward so her bangs rose. Perhaps she had to put it into simpler terms? "Hmm... You are maturing, Mademoiselle. Because of this, your actions are taken as or could be slower and unreasonable compared to those more youthful than you. Going to a doctor may solve this ailment-"
Around the sixth slap, Alaina finally understood some topics were best left unspoken. The other children backed away from her and the nun, frightened by the woman's seething anger and the marks on the girl's face. She shrugged, patting her cheeks to see if they were alright for now before checking her filthy clothes for tears. While doing so, her hand accidentally touched another person. She looked up with a small smile, "Hey there."
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Post by Charles De Chagny on Mar 3, 2009 23:12:20 GMT -5
Sunday was usually an uneventful day for Charles. Lizzy and Christine would disappear off to service, Raoul would work and Charles would just relax and work on his mechanics until he was called into Raoul for his own work. This Sunday though he had woken up, only to find his Sister lying in the bed next to him, her cheeks flushed with a fever. After Lizzy had been treated the family realized that there was noone to accompany Christine. So Charles now found himself standing in front of the children's room.
He scowled lightly, before pulling his face back to a gentle smile and pushed opened the door. Not making eye contact with anyone, he calmly spotted a chair and table and moved over to there.He sat down easily, opened his book and within four minutes was so engrossed in it that it would take a slap to snap him out of it.
Unfortunately that came a few minutes later, but noone had slapped him, still the noise of the slap ran around the room like thunder and Charles's head snapped up. He lightly watched as the girl paused a bruise blossoming across her pale cheek before she began to speak again. Charles's face snapped to a look of shock as she spoke, the nun slapped her again and Charles resisted the urge to tell her off for mindless anger. But that obviously wasn't enough and soon the girl started up again, Charles groaned lightly and put his head in his hands. "Does this girl have any sense?" His mind screamed, and he flinched as the slaps started up again.
Sick of the pointless violence Charles stood up and made his way towards the scene, he gently took the nun's arm and lead her over to his chair. Indicating to another one of the children, he calmly told the girl to make the nun some tea, before moving back over to the girl. She was now fixing her dress and lightly smoothing it out.Hr head snapped up and she smiled at him with a simple "Hello there." and Charles resisted the urge to bash his head into a wall. He silently raised an eyebrow, before nodding. "Hello,I'm Charles" He stated plainly and offered nothing further, before grabbing her chin and studying her two cheeks. He shook his head lightly "I know honesty is the best policy, but really are you a masochist?" He asked plainly in disbelief, his two eyebrows raised in shock.
He pulled back and sighed, then took her hand and lead her over to the first aid cabinet. He opened the cabinet and took out a bottle of witch-hazel before looking back at her. "You have two options one," he raised his hand and indicated to her cheeks "You can suffer not eating for three days, or two" He picked up the bottle "You can let me put this on and the swelling and pain will be gone in a few hours, but the brusing will still be there." He stated evenly, before adding "Choose carefully, because if any parents saw those they would doubly punish you for upsetting a nun."
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Post by Alaina Robarge on Mar 4, 2009 16:21:34 GMT -5
The girl may have been called bright on many occasions, but she still didn't have a clear grasp of common sense. A few of the younger children asked if she was okay, so she reassured them when she was actually quite confused at the woman's anger. Her eyes moved from the few children speaking to her, to the boy helping the troubled nun to a chair. Alaina shrugged, but did hope the lady would recover soon. The kids couldn't look after themselves.
It turned out the person she had greeted was the same mysterious boy who attempted to help Brigitte. She easily scanned over his clothes, her expression changing from curiosity to one of subtle disgust. It was quite clear he was one of those children who often got coddled by their parents. But she didn't have time to think about his appearance once she felt his hand grab her chin. Her eyes hardened at his question and touch, "Who said it was your business?"
Watching him pull back, as he led her to a first aid cabinet she couldn't help but shiver. It made her curious, perhaps she was getting sick? As the boy explained, Alaina listened halfway through his little question before she had zoned out completely. For some reason she found his tone of voice a little dull. "I'm sorry Mother," she replied lazily, acting as though she hadn't been slapped just a few minutes ago. "What is it you said?"
A little boy, listening to their conversation, repeated Charles' words like a parrot. Alaina laughed at the small child, convincing him to go play with the other kids. But at least now she knew what he had said. She stretched her back, purposely showing that she was significantly taller than him. "Maybe your parents would, but how would you know mine would do the same? I also wonder who told you to help me. Do you think you're an adult or something?"
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