Outrunning the Guards | @Quasi
“He did?” She asked with wide eyes. Strange that no one had ever found it before. She shrugged it off as some long-forgotten escape route. “I’m eager to meet them then.” She smiled as he opened the door for her and offered him her arm. “You’d be surprised how many colorful people live out in the country. I met a few people en route back here too.”
“I think you’ll like them.” He took her arm in his. “Oh really?” He let doors shut behind them as he walked down the steps. “What kinds of people?” Quasimodo always found regular folk to be fascinating. When Frollo was his master, he’d spend hours watching them. Others might think it weird but Quasimodo only had so much to do holed up in a tower for twenty years.
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Audrey hesitated for a moment, but studied Quasimodo. He obviously was strong, despite her being heavy. “Can’t say this is the strangest thing I’ve done, I guess.” She laughed, doing as she was told, holding on with her arms and legs. “Okay, I’m ready.” She informed him, laughing slightly at how crazy she had to look.
He chuckled. “Don’t worry, this will be fun!” Once she got on his back, he climbed up to the rafters and carefully walked across the woodwork on which the bell was hung. He readied himself first before jumping on to the bell. “Okay, now you just grab it by the handles, put your legs around the bell then hold on while I pull the rope to ring the bell.” He made sure she had a firm hold on it before letting go of the handles. He slid down the bell and jumped down, landing on his feet and took hold of the rope. “You ready?” He shouted.
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“Oh no, thank you. I was just looking around.” He smiled at the girl who reminded him a bit of Audrey. “My name is Quasimodo.”
“Quasimodo, eh?” Sam repeated, doing her best not to mispronounce his name. “It’s lovely t’ meet you! Th’ name’s Samantha Thomas, but jus’ call me Sam.”
The red head extended a slightly greasy hand to shake the hunchbacks.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sam.” He said as he shook her hand. “So what is this place?
Outrunning the Guards | @Quasi
She smiled and took to the stairs. “I’m happy to hear anything,” she said as they made their decent, “even if it’s very little. Consider it a scenic route to the Court of Miracles.”
As they walked down the stairs, he smiled back. “Alright. I’ve met some interesting people,” he said after a moment’s pause. “Clopin found this pub that leads to the Court of Miracles. How he manages to find such things is beyond me.” He shook his head, chuckling. “But they’re all really nice and good friends of mine.” He continued walk down the bell tower’s steps and to the main entrance of the cathedral. He opened the doors for Esmeralda. “I’m sure you’ve met some interesting people on your journeys as well.”
“It’s a wonderful thing to have in common!” seconded Jane. ”What’s it like, carving wooden figurines, anyway? Have you been doing it for very long?” She couldn’t help but be curious; it must be so different from drawing on a flat surface…
“I have, actually. I started when I was around nine years old. A monk by the name of Frederic showed me how to carve and whittle. I thought it was the most fascinating thing ever. I was bored most of the time since I was not allowed to go outside the cathedral. He thought I had a very active imagination and so he gave me a piece of wood and taught me the basics. I love it!” He beamed.
