[center][h1][color=fff200]Jacques Clerc[/color][/h1] [img]https://storage.googleapis.com/imgfave/image_cache/1354501949988307_animate.gif[/img] [hr] [color=fff200]Location:[/color] Saint Peter's Church [hider=Church and Description] [img]http://pjarvis.co.uk/includes/image.php?width=1000&image=/images/uploads_blog/177-St%20Peter.jpg[/img] The church is stone in exterior, three stories tall, and bares large windows. The main entrance leads to the main hall which is lined with pews with a red carpet running down the center which leads to a wooden stand. Past there leads to the kitchen, which is connected to the cells where the priests and nuns live. The small tower is mainly just a look out, a small storage area, or guest room if all cells are occupied, to the ones who reside there. The main building sports a small grave yard where locals bury their loved ones or the church staff is buried. [/hider] [/center][hr] Jacques awoke with a start within his cell, a slight gasp escaping his lips, startling the dog that lay near his bed. The man’s could feel his heart attempting to escape his chest, frightened to the ends of the very earth that God had created. Throwing his feet over the side of the bed, Jacques’s eyes met that of his dog, Pharaoh. Those tombstones seemed to have etched themselves inside of the mind of the priest, the man of god. He took a long look at the color around him, acknowledging the light that came through the window of his cell. “Bad dream?,” the pharaoh dog inquired, gazing with puppy-like eyes up at the father. Only a nod came to answer the dog. Getting to his feet, Jacques examined his tow shirt before taking it off as he walked to his wardrobe to pick out a suit so that he may begin his day. [color=fff200]”I am graveled as to why the dream has decided to plague me,”[/color] Jacques finally spoke, picking out his standard black suit. It had certainly been awhile since he had last bore a nightmare. The Frenchman, walked to his collection of books before picking out the Holy Bible itself. Turning a few pages, the dog braced himself for hearing another quote from that book that Jacques obsessed over. [color=fff200]”Then spake Jesus again unto them, saying “I am the light of the world: he that followeth me shall not walk in darkness, but shall have the light of life.”’ John, eight-twelve,”[/color] Jacques quoted, shutting the book as he finished. The quote soothed the priest, believing that those he knew would be safe so long as they followed their Lord and Savior. Though some time out of the confines of the church may help ease his mind. [color=fff200]”I'm going out, Pharaoh. Be good.”[/color] with that the priest walked out of the cell. On his way out, he passed some of the nuns, going about their chores as they usually did; cleaning, praying, et cetra. Jacques greeted each one with his normal [color=fff200]”Bonjour,”[/color] on his way out. Upon exiting the church, the Frenchman looked at the environment around him, seeing the light and vibrancy of it all. Jacques strolled around to the graveyard, inspecting some of the tombstones. Nothing suspicious seemed to stand out, no sins etched into them, and certainly no noise came about. It had all been a dream, thankfully. That nightmare had seemed all to real to him, continuing to plague him within the real world as well. Was it a message from God? Couldn't be, Jacques wasn't worthy enough to be spoken to by such divine grace. With a sigh, he began walking to the marketplace of London, wanting to buy ingredients so that he may cook something for the nuns to thank their hard work. However, that was not the true purpose of his venture, it was to calm himself. Marketplaces were normally a busy place, but not so in the early morning, even though that was the best time to get the freshest ingredients. Jacques was glad that it was not so hectic, enjoying the slight silence accompanied by light morning chatter. “Father! Do you wish for me to reserve the finest piece of lamb?” A butcher called out, seeing Jacques as he walked. [color=fff200]”Oui! Please!,”[/color] the father responded, a light smile coming to his face. Mayhaps today would be good, no nightmare would get in the way of having a good time nor would it get in the way of cooking! [sub][color=red]author's note: I will be using the King James Version of the holy bible for my quotes should anyone care. [/color][/sub]