029 [son et lumière

Feb 05, 2010 23:38

[The screen, grainy black, white and sepia, shows a tiny garret room. Bare floorboards, a music stand, a bed and, on the floor, one Robert Chase tending to a broken violin.]

Of course, choose now to wear through. Now. I haven't the money for bread, and I'm wasting centimes on strings. [He releases the snapped catgut cord from the violin's ( Read more... )

cut me out of his cushy will, cursed, truth beauty freedom love, daddy issues, liberté, égalité, children of the revolution, fraternité, come what may, Belle Époque, my dad was an arse

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walkofshamed February 6 2010, 19:03:58 UTC
Come, now. Really, Robert? Is not eating truly that charming?

[ ooc: I FIGURED IF HE KNOWS AMORY+DORIAN HE'D KNOW SIRIUS look I am just spamming you, okay? ]

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son ][ firedgold February 6 2010, 19:07:14 UTC
Come back to me when you're grown enough to know what charming is.

[ooc: hahaha /lves your spam]

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son ][ walkofshamed February 6 2010, 19:12:33 UTC
Wonderful to see you again as well, of course. Yes, I'm fine, looking well. Which is more than I can say for you, Chase. You really should allow Gray to buy you dinner.

[ ooc: It's spam spam three fourths of my characters and spam? ]

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son ][ firedgold February 6 2010, 19:16:08 UTC
You were fine enough to make comment. I'm going to let him, it's a while yet since I've done something deliberately rash.

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