CIVILIAN, laurence saint-pierre
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ABOUT LAURENCE
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Give it a thought, it takes a lot to trust that someone else will catch my fall. It takes a lifetime, breaking goes fast when everything that matters made of glass.
Give it a thought, it takes a lot to trust that someone else will catch my fall. It takes a lifetime, breaking goes fast when everything that matters made of glass.
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Amidst the thorns of the present, fragments of his past-self.
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The student who loved teamwork and exchanging with his peers is now a controlling and inflexible man. Don't trust them, but control them. Laurence learned the hard way, but the anger and resentment which consume him inside guide him. There was only one way to not fall into despair: clenching his teeth, keeping up a facade, and moving forward. For that, he had to reinvent himself. Obsessed with potential backstabbing and betrayal, he turns his social butterfly side as a weapon to watch over people. Bring them coffee, talk to them, make some time, make sure they owe you. At work and with his professional network, his smile and his sweet words hide his true motives.
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Being cautious can be tiring for a natural charmer. To the point, sometimes, he finds himself stopping staying alert. Wrapped in suspicion, Laurence still doesn't realize he slowly disconnects himself from the people he treasures. His fears drowned his emotional contact; a loss which twisted his perception and made him think his friends and family are the ones who put some distance between them. His ex-wife told him once: "I feel you aren't with me." Laurence never understood her sentence, feeling she complained about something he didn't do. As if her words hold a secret meaning.
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Acquaintances know him as a private, yet enthusiastic man. They feel his passion for his work and everything related to architecture and the environment. They witnessed him being diplomatic, while not yielding anything when he considered it was right. Laurence got an ideal city stuck in his mind. A utopia harmed by an unholy Trinity: power, money, and corruption. When he thinks about them, his cynism skyrockets. Why does he swim against the flow? He could be a shark, swim alongside them. His close friends sense a lingering vulnerability, although Laurence doesn't allow himself to show anything. By closing the gate of his heart, he rejects people and can't realize the support they would give him. "I'll always be there for you" the guy who doesn't rely on anybody else. It's okay if it's at his health's expense.
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To manage his feelings, Laurence tries to save one or two days during which he doesn't see anyone. Sometimes, he lazes around his flat and watches series. Sometimes, he goes to Mount Rainier or to the north cascades. Nature reminds him of being patient, resourceful, and not falling on the wrong track. Life is like hiking trails. There are multiple paths, but some of them can consume the soul.
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Goals: turning the city into a better place, shaping a neighborhood into a more eco and human-friendly one, proving once people are in the center of a project everything turns for the best, getting back into environmental design + finding the right partner + opening his own practice.
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Fears: to be controlled by others, to be emotionally hurt, to show his vulnerable side, to trust the wrong person again, to be wrapped into a - an environmental - scandal.
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Desires: to protect himself, to follow his ideal, to not let corruption soiling his work and harm citizen.
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Behavior: indulges himself in rich food while pushing himself to high-stress, ignore physical needs and mental health problems. More likely to ditch any medical visits.
Amidst the thorns of the present, fragments of his past-self.
[break][break]
The student who loved teamwork and exchanging with his peers is now a controlling and inflexible man. Don't trust them, but control them. Laurence learned the hard way, but the anger and resentment which consume him inside guide him. There was only one way to not fall into despair: clenching his teeth, keeping up a facade, and moving forward. For that, he had to reinvent himself. Obsessed with potential backstabbing and betrayal, he turns his social butterfly side as a weapon to watch over people. Bring them coffee, talk to them, make some time, make sure they owe you. At work and with his professional network, his smile and his sweet words hide his true motives.
[break][break]
Being cautious can be tiring for a natural charmer. To the point, sometimes, he finds himself stopping staying alert. Wrapped in suspicion, Laurence still doesn't realize he slowly disconnects himself from the people he treasures. His fears drowned his emotional contact; a loss which twisted his perception and made him think his friends and family are the ones who put some distance between them. His ex-wife told him once: "I feel you aren't with me." Laurence never understood her sentence, feeling she complained about something he didn't do. As if her words hold a secret meaning.
[break][break]
Acquaintances know him as a private, yet enthusiastic man. They feel his passion for his work and everything related to architecture and the environment. They witnessed him being diplomatic, while not yielding anything when he considered it was right. Laurence got an ideal city stuck in his mind. A utopia harmed by an unholy Trinity: power, money, and corruption. When he thinks about them, his cynism skyrockets. Why does he swim against the flow? He could be a shark, swim alongside them. His close friends sense a lingering vulnerability, although Laurence doesn't allow himself to show anything. By closing the gate of his heart, he rejects people and can't realize the support they would give him. "I'll always be there for you" the guy who doesn't rely on anybody else. It's okay if it's at his health's expense.
[break][break]
To manage his feelings, Laurence tries to save one or two days during which he doesn't see anyone. Sometimes, he lazes around his flat and watches series. Sometimes, he goes to Mount Rainier or to the north cascades. Nature reminds him of being patient, resourceful, and not falling on the wrong track. Life is like hiking trails. There are multiple paths, but some of them can consume the soul.
[break][break]
Goals: turning the city into a better place, shaping a neighborhood into a more eco and human-friendly one, proving once people are in the center of a project everything turns for the best, getting back into environmental design + finding the right partner + opening his own practice.
[break][break]
Fears: to be controlled by others, to be emotionally hurt, to show his vulnerable side, to trust the wrong person again, to be wrapped into a - an environmental - scandal.
[break][break]
Desires: to protect himself, to follow his ideal, to not let corruption soiling his work and harm citizen.
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Behavior: indulges himself in rich food while pushing himself to high-stress, ignore physical needs and mental health problems. More likely to ditch any medical visits.
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// Working in the city planning and development department gives him an access to plans, development initiatives, map datas and so on.
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// Life is all about experiences, and Laurence tries to sign up for at least one new workshop every month. From pottery to jewelry making or flower arrangement, his experiences pile up. They helped him to meet new people, to think out of the box, and creating something with his hands fill him with happiness.
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// His flat is named the 'Greenroom'. As someone who loves hiking, plants, and woods, he went for an interior decoration which fit this theme. Most of the items are from upcycling sources or second-handed ones he bargain-hunted. If he really hopes nothing had been stolen then sold, he isn't 100% sure it's the case.
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// He has a strong negative opinion about realtors and developers. While he throws underhand compliments at them, he considers they're vultures. From his point of view, money and making more money are their only thoughts. Still, he needs to be in touch with them.
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// Since he's a child, he collects star-theme and whale-theme notebooks. And he uses them. For to-do-list, compiling notes and thoughts, tracking his projects… bitching about people who get on his nerves.
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// Most of the applications which can be found on his smartphone are related to productivity, meditation, planning, and creativity.
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// Favorite genres: postrock, lo-fi and ambient music.
// Working in the city planning and development department gives him an access to plans, development initiatives, map datas and so on.
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// Life is all about experiences, and Laurence tries to sign up for at least one new workshop every month. From pottery to jewelry making or flower arrangement, his experiences pile up. They helped him to meet new people, to think out of the box, and creating something with his hands fill him with happiness.
[break][break]
// His flat is named the 'Greenroom'. As someone who loves hiking, plants, and woods, he went for an interior decoration which fit this theme. Most of the items are from upcycling sources or second-handed ones he bargain-hunted. If he really hopes nothing had been stolen then sold, he isn't 100% sure it's the case.
[break][break]
// He has a strong negative opinion about realtors and developers. While he throws underhand compliments at them, he considers they're vultures. From his point of view, money and making more money are their only thoughts. Still, he needs to be in touch with them.
[break][break]
// Since he's a child, he collects star-theme and whale-theme notebooks. And he uses them. For to-do-list, compiling notes and thoughts, tracking his projects… bitching about people who get on his nerves.
[break][break]
// Most of the applications which can be found on his smartphone are related to productivity, meditation, planning, and creativity.
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// Favorite genres: postrock, lo-fi and ambient music.
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Sitting behind his desk, Laurence spun his pen around his fingers. Eyes on a sheet of paper filled with keywords, questions, and small drawings. Since they had to prepare a consultation for a neighborhood's revitalization, he couldn't help but feel uneasy. Sometimes, revitalization stood for unsaid gentrification. Housing prices would go up, people who couldn't afford to stay here would leave. The neighborhood would turn into a shiny new attraction. New money, a mass of hungry birds, would flock together there. As the thought depressed Laurence, he plunged a hand in his bag and grabbed a pack of dark chocolate and mint After Eight.[break]
His phone vibrated. Laurence quickly took it and looked at the text message. A slight frown crossed his face as he read the contact's name.[break]
'Do you eat properly? Are you still neglecting your check-ups?'[break]
He swiftly replied.'I'm fine, mom.'[break]
The corners of his lips quirked up into a soft smile. Each time his ex-wife texted him, he couldn't help but try to get under her skin.[break]
'Stop that. Someone has to check up on you.'[break]
Living in Seattle too, Felicia was the closest to him. His parents spent their days between Vancouver, his father's hometown, and Montreal, where his French mother had immigrated. Used to Quebec, his older brother moved there, while most of his childhood friends were dispersed around Canada.[break]
He let out a deep sigh. Without thinking, he twisted his wedding ring around his finger. Almost a year later, it was still there. What did it happen? Why did they divorce? Their relationship ended smoothly. Too smoothly according to Felicia. Apparently, once again, he had failed to do the right thing.[break]
'If you're free tonight, we should eat together. I need someone to taste my new stew's recipe.' Laurence understood the subtext but didn't have the energy to protest. At least, around her, he didn't need to pretend.[break]
'Text me the time.'[break][break]
*[break][break]
Basking in a strange nostalgia, Laurence put his plate in the dishwasher. Humming, Felicia was heating water in a kettle to prepare herbal tea. Something they used to drink after every dinner. Even the living-room remembered him their former relationship. Her walls held drawings and paintings they had bought while they lived in Berlin. After his master in urban design and city planning, he looked for an experience abroad. Two years older than him, she worked in the human resources department of an architecture practice. After spending several years in Germany, working and traveling in northern Europe, they decided to move back to Seattle, Felicia's birthplace. But Laurence didn't fall in love with the city. And while his wife kept talking about it, guilt started to grow in his heart.
If she radiated happiness, he needed to feel the same.
"I have something to ask you…" She paused for a few seconds. "What if you found out your boss was doing some shady deals, but revealing could cost you your place?"[break]
Laurence's eyes rounded. He observed her in silence before replying.[break]
"It depends on the shady deals, but maybe I'd send an anonymous tip to the police after gathering evidence. They would have to take the case seriously. Otherwise… maybe talking to a journalist? If you find someone trustworthy."
If you can't speak, someone else can do it. But trust was vital.[break]
"I know you'd mention trust." She smiled.[break]
Laurence shrugged. A vivid memory lingered in the back of his mind. [break][break]
Drinking at a bar with a coworker, Laurence eagerly talked about an idea he planned to submit at a next meeting. He felt excited. Self-confident. And the man, his senior, kept encouraging him. Four days later, their team manager gathered everybody. The announcement split Laurence in two. Petrified, each word pierced his heart. Their manager happily told the senior suggested him an interesting idea. His idea. Whispers surrounded him in the office. And Laurence kept quiet despite his desire to yell.[break][break]
"Anyway, before doing everything else, check if you're involved without knowing it."[break]
"I'll start with that." She softly nudged him. "Thanks for listening to me."[break][break]
*[break][break]
Loud music buzzed in the bar. Customers made their way through the crowd of bodies to the counter. Women with disheveled hair. Men reeking of heavy perfume mixed with sweat.[break]
"Laurence? Are you listening to me?"[break]
His gaze slid to the man who struck the conversation.[break]
"Sorry, I couldn't help but thinking how handsome you are." Offering a smile, he raised his glass to his lips. Acknowledging it didn't mean he had ulterior motives. "And I should go… Maybe we'll meet again." Or not. They only exchanged names. After all, Laurence had a policy: don't say too much about yourself. Who wants to welcome a storm in their life, anyway?[break][break]
[break]
Laurence was pretty sure about one thing: he'd prevent a tornado from wreaking havoc on his life.
Once you've tasted betrayal, the bitterness never leaves your mouth.
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Sitting behind his desk, Laurence spun his pen around his fingers. Eyes on a sheet of paper filled with keywords, questions, and small drawings. Since they had to prepare a consultation for a neighborhood's revitalization, he couldn't help but feel uneasy. Sometimes, revitalization stood for unsaid gentrification. Housing prices would go up, people who couldn't afford to stay here would leave. The neighborhood would turn into a shiny new attraction. New money, a mass of hungry birds, would flock together there. As the thought depressed Laurence, he plunged a hand in his bag and grabbed a pack of dark chocolate and mint After Eight.[break]
His phone vibrated. Laurence quickly took it and looked at the text message. A slight frown crossed his face as he read the contact's name.[break]
'Do you eat properly? Are you still neglecting your check-ups?'[break]
He swiftly replied.'I'm fine, mom.'[break]
The corners of his lips quirked up into a soft smile. Each time his ex-wife texted him, he couldn't help but try to get under her skin.[break]
'Stop that. Someone has to check up on you.'[break]
Living in Seattle too, Felicia was the closest to him. His parents spent their days between Vancouver, his father's hometown, and Montreal, where his French mother had immigrated. Used to Quebec, his older brother moved there, while most of his childhood friends were dispersed around Canada.[break]
He let out a deep sigh. Without thinking, he twisted his wedding ring around his finger. Almost a year later, it was still there. What did it happen? Why did they divorce? Their relationship ended smoothly. Too smoothly according to Felicia. Apparently, once again, he had failed to do the right thing.[break]
'If you're free tonight, we should eat together. I need someone to taste my new stew's recipe.' Laurence understood the subtext but didn't have the energy to protest. At least, around her, he didn't need to pretend.[break]
'Text me the time.'[break][break]
*[break][break]
Basking in a strange nostalgia, Laurence put his plate in the dishwasher. Humming, Felicia was heating water in a kettle to prepare herbal tea. Something they used to drink after every dinner. Even the living-room remembered him their former relationship. Her walls held drawings and paintings they had bought while they lived in Berlin. After his master in urban design and city planning, he looked for an experience abroad. Two years older than him, she worked in the human resources department of an architecture practice. After spending several years in Germany, working and traveling in northern Europe, they decided to move back to Seattle, Felicia's birthplace. But Laurence didn't fall in love with the city. And while his wife kept talking about it, guilt started to grow in his heart.
If she radiated happiness, he needed to feel the same.
"I have something to ask you…" She paused for a few seconds. "What if you found out your boss was doing some shady deals, but revealing could cost you your place?"[break]
Laurence's eyes rounded. He observed her in silence before replying.[break]
"It depends on the shady deals, but maybe I'd send an anonymous tip to the police after gathering evidence. They would have to take the case seriously. Otherwise… maybe talking to a journalist? If you find someone trustworthy."
If you can't speak, someone else can do it. But trust was vital.[break]
"I know you'd mention trust." She smiled.[break]
Laurence shrugged. A vivid memory lingered in the back of his mind. [break][break]
Drinking at a bar with a coworker, Laurence eagerly talked about an idea he planned to submit at a next meeting. He felt excited. Self-confident. And the man, his senior, kept encouraging him. Four days later, their team manager gathered everybody. The announcement split Laurence in two. Petrified, each word pierced his heart. Their manager happily told the senior suggested him an interesting idea. His idea. Whispers surrounded him in the office. And Laurence kept quiet despite his desire to yell.[break][break]
"Anyway, before doing everything else, check if you're involved without knowing it."[break]
"I'll start with that." She softly nudged him. "Thanks for listening to me."[break][break]
*[break][break]
Loud music buzzed in the bar. Customers made their way through the crowd of bodies to the counter. Women with disheveled hair. Men reeking of heavy perfume mixed with sweat.[break]
"Laurence? Are you listening to me?"[break]
His gaze slid to the man who struck the conversation.[break]
"Sorry, I couldn't help but thinking how handsome you are." Offering a smile, he raised his glass to his lips. Acknowledging it didn't mean he had ulterior motives. "And I should go… Maybe we'll meet again." Or not. They only exchanged names. After all, Laurence had a policy: don't say too much about yourself. Who wants to welcome a storm in their life, anyway?[break][break]
[break]
Laurence was pretty sure about one thing: he'd prevent a tornado from wreaking havoc on his life.
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