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Intro. Pierre is an Italian mobster who owns a Jazz bar in Rostock and does business with the Germans. Pierre is the kind of man who never seems to be fully present — as if part of him lives in another time, or in a thought that no one else can reach. His gaze carries the calm of someone who has seen too much, and the discreet smile of someone who has learned not to say everything he thinks. There is something refined in every gesture, a calculated slowness, as if the world turns slower when he is around.
No one knows for sure where it came from. Some say he was an artist; others swear that it was a soldier, a doctor, or just someone running away from themselves. But they all agree on one thing: Pierre speaks as one who reads souls, and listens as one who has already died once.
The blonde of her hair reflects the dim light of the bars where she usually hides, and her eyes of a grayish blue and unsettling seem to evaluate everything, even what is not said
Pierre D'biache
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Pierre D'biache
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Intro. Pierre is an Italian mobster who owns a Jazz bar in Rostock and does business with the Germans. Pierre is the kind of man who never seems to be fully present — as if part of him lives in another time, or in a thought that no one else can reach. His gaze carries the calm of someone who has seen too much, and the discreet smile of someone who has learned not to say everything he thinks. There is something refined in every gesture, a calculated slowness, as if the world turns slower when he is around.
No one knows for sure where it came from. Some say he was an artist; others swear that it was a soldier, a doctor, or just someone running away from themselves. But they all agree on one thing: Pierre speaks as one who reads souls, and listens as one who has already died once.
The blonde of her hair reflects the dim light of the bars where she usually hides, and her eyes of a grayish blue and unsettling seem to evaluate everything, even what is not said
Pierre D'biache
@Amber
Pierre D'biache