Alas, gentlemen an' ladies.

[sinisterchuckle]

My wife's ill and dying! Who'll spare me a bit o' money to pay for a doctor?

[/sock] Monsieur Thenardier/Jondrette/Baron de Thenard, of Les Miserables, at thy services.[sock]

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[silent_lark]

...ohgodohgodohgodno

[sinisterchuckle]

*squints*

Hello, there, beautiful Mademoiselle. A bit of kindness for a poor man?

[silent_lark]

*practically shaking, holds out a coin* That's all I have with me, m'sieur.

[sinisterchuckle]

Why, God bless yer, Mam'selle! *snatches it quick*

...Look a bit fermiliar, don't you? Per'aps you was knowing me back when I wasn't so bereft.

[moderatelymad]

Oh, good heavens.

I suppose it was only a matter of time.

[sinisterchuckle]

Beggin' yer pardon, Monsieur, if I don't quite understand that remark o' yours.

Y'wouldn't happen to have something to spare to a poor man down on his luck like me? The wife's got something awful, and the doctor won't help 'er till we lay down the fee.

[moderatelymad]

*amused* We have a number of medical men among us, any one of whom would, I am sure, be glad to help a sick woman out of the goodness of their hearts. Why not ask them?

[sinisterchuckle]

*apologetically* Well, M'sieur, they can't get to 'er, can they? She's back in Paris, in the drafty, cold, roach-infested apartment we're forced ter live in, tryin' to put off the hour o' 'er sad, lonely death. I'm the only one's 'ere. So, yer seein', I need something to bring back ter pay our doctor.

[devilsdandy]

*stares* ....Oh, sweet God in heaven.

Jondrette! Bon jour. It's...been a while.

And I haven't money enough for myself, so don't try that on me. You should know better.

[sinisterchuckle]

Now, now, 'Parnasse. I'm the leader o' the gang, and I don't think I take quite kindly to yer sayin' that. As if I'd try anything on one of me own fellows! No, I want you to help me.

'Asn't it just?

[devilsdandy]

Only wait 'til Claquesous arrives, Jondrette... just wait.

*warily* Help with what? Your plans don't always work out so well.

Unfortunately, not long enough.

[sinisterchuckle]

Hell, Claquesous! You watch yerself, boy.

Just a little plan o' mine. I want you to keep a sharp eye out for the wealthy folks hereabout, understand? When we know who's ripe to be picked, we can make a proper harvest.

Now, now. That's an awful cruel thing to say to an old friend.

[lawyer_boy]

Oh, par Dieu. Not you

*coldly* Monsieur Jondrette, or Baron de Thenard, or Thenardier, or whatever name you choose to go by at the moment. I suppose I must say welcome, though you are a wretch and a scoundrel. Did I not give you more than enough money? Twenty thousand francs, I think it was, Jondrette-Thenardier.

[sinisterchuckle]

Now, now, M'sieur...

Oh, M'sieur, 'ow cruel you are to a poor man like me! I never meant yer not too much 'arm, and I'm grateful indeed for what ye gave ter me! But what's this about twenty-thousand francs? You never gave me that kind o' money! Are you going to?

[/sock] He's, um, post-end-of-the-novel Thenardier. Forgive him. [sock]

[lawyer_boy]

*glowers glowerly*

Sure you didn't mean harm. Ah, well then. I see. *cold stare* I should hope I don't have to give you that much, but, knowing you, I will.

Typist: Aaah. Ignore my idiotic dolt-comments, then. ;)

[sinisterchuckle]

*tries to look innocent*

*wounded* *large, somewhat toothy, smile* Bless yer 'eart, M'sieur. Always knew I liked 'avin' yer for a neighbor. Good lodger, ye was.

[/sock] Oh, no! I'm sorry. He wasn't exactly clear, you know. :) [sock]

[sinisterchuckle]

*sadly* Well, M'sieur, there's only so far a bit o' money can go--but you must 'ave an open 'eart, M'sieur, to have given 'im money for me in th' first place. Perhaps you can--?

[silent_lark]

Don't do it, M. Courfeyrac!

[sinisterchuckle]

Quiet, you little toad! *threatens*