Post by Monique Adelina De'Ath on Jan 14, 2020 22:54:42 GMT
Mon Dieu, the journey from Reims had been an arduous one for a man of poor Pierre's feeble constitution. The cold and the rain had played havoc with his cough, not to mention his cold and lumbago, however he had arrived and was itching to get his easel and brushes ready to record some of the iconic landmarks that the City had to offer.
Of course it was bound to be hard for a newly arrived artist, especially one of his wretched health, BUT Paris was the hub of culture with plenty of opportunity for a talented young fellow and there surely must be a whole host of the rich and famous eager to give a commission to one of enterprise and talent....surely...for he was flat broke despite having pawned his father's sword that he nicked before he left the family home a few weeks earlier. His father had never taken much of an interest in him, what with Pierre having been conceived out of wedlock, so who cares if he'd ripped the swine off it was the least he could do to make up for his lack of parental affection over the years. A motley 40 livres to his name, what was that going to get him? Sweet bugger all judging by the prices he'd seen in Paris! There were, however, certain 'gentlemen' who were willing to finance a newbie provided that the return on their lending's was met by a noticeable level of interest come the time to repay it. Ah, what the hell you only live once thought Pierre so grab the cash while you could and hope that a suitable commission would allow you to repay it when it was due.
Rumors were rife in the City of recent mishaps befalling a number of unfortunate individuals, apparently some thieving docteur had hung himself, an intrepid young private had been hacked to death at the Front (despite a supposed lucky rabbit's foot) but he was not like them he was Pierre Flump and he was destined for notoriety and fame....surely....
Of course it was bound to be hard for a newly arrived artist, especially one of his wretched health, BUT Paris was the hub of culture with plenty of opportunity for a talented young fellow and there surely must be a whole host of the rich and famous eager to give a commission to one of enterprise and talent....surely...for he was flat broke despite having pawned his father's sword that he nicked before he left the family home a few weeks earlier. His father had never taken much of an interest in him, what with Pierre having been conceived out of wedlock, so who cares if he'd ripped the swine off it was the least he could do to make up for his lack of parental affection over the years. A motley 40 livres to his name, what was that going to get him? Sweet bugger all judging by the prices he'd seen in Paris! There were, however, certain 'gentlemen' who were willing to finance a newbie provided that the return on their lending's was met by a noticeable level of interest come the time to repay it. Ah, what the hell you only live once thought Pierre so grab the cash while you could and hope that a suitable commission would allow you to repay it when it was due.
Rumors were rife in the City of recent mishaps befalling a number of unfortunate individuals, apparently some thieving docteur had hung himself, an intrepid young private had been hacked to death at the Front (despite a supposed lucky rabbit's foot) but he was not like them he was Pierre Flump and he was destined for notoriety and fame....surely....