#Aubriot

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22 avril 1370 : pose de la première pierre de la Bastille ➽ http://bit.ly/Premiere-Pierre-Bastille C’est le jour où le prévôt de Paris, Hugues Aubriot, pose la première pierre de la Bastille. A l’époque, elle n’a pas encore vocation à devenir une prison. Dans l’esprit de Charles V, il s’agit simplement de renforcer la défense de Paris

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A Eurotrash Mosaic of EVIL. "Jailhouse Wardress" reviewed! (MVD Visual / Blu-ray)

“Jailhouse Wardress” now on Blu-ray! After the fall of the Nazi Reich post-World War II, one of the more cruel SS-Officers, Muller, is dispatched to South America where he establishes a women’s prison camp and appoints a likeminded, lesbian female warden with strict punitive measures if the inmates don’t fall in line and follow the rules or instruction.  While Muller governs the area, disorder…

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Yves Saint Laurent, Rue Aubriot, French Vogue, Photo by Helmut Newton, 1975

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Contemporary descriptions of the dantonist execution compilation

Their trial was over around one o’clock in the afternoon. Only Luiner was acquitted. But as he was detained as suspect for the sake of general security he was escorted to the Luxembourg. The fifteen others were sentenced to death, and driven to the scaffold around six o’clock. They were in three tumbrils: in the first was Danton, next to Delacroix; Fabre near the executioner; Hérault opposite Chabot. In the second, Phelippeaux [sic], Westermann, Camille Desmoulins, Basire and Launai d’Angers [sic]. In the last tumbril, one saw but l’Abbé d’Espagnac; his companions were almost all strangers and little known to the public. Almost all approached death with the same audacity that they had shown in court. Danton, who, like Hébert, was recognizable by his red collar, seemed to pay little attention to the crowd around him: he was chatting with Lacroix and Fabre. Hérault was the quietest. Chabot pointed to the sky, laughing. Desmoulins spoke almost continually to the people; the courage he affected seemed like a painful effort, he was an actor who was studying to play his last part well. Diederichsen, danish lawyer, was executed first, the heads of Lacroix and Danton were the last ones to fall. Only that of Danton was shown to the people, among prolonged cries of ”vive la république.”  Suite du Journal de Perlet, number 561 (April 6 1794). A shortened version of this description is given in number 104 of Journal général de la guerre (April 13 1794). According to Michel Biard’s La Liberté ou la mort: mourir en deputé 1792-1795 (2015), these were the only contemporary journals that mentioned any details regarding the execution.

Camille had made incredible efforts to tear herself away from these execrable gendarmes, who have been the lowest servants of despots; so that in going to the scaffold he was completely naked to the waist, because his shirt was in tatters. I saw him cross the space of the palace at the Place de Sang (that's what I called Place de la Révolution) with a frightened air, talking to his neighbors with great agitation, and yet on his face was the convulsive laughter of a man who no longer has his head.  Dictionnaire neólogique des hommes et des choses, volume 2, page 480 (1799) by Louis Abel Beffroy de Reigny. In his Testament d’un électeur de Paris (1795) Beffroy adds that he couldn’t restrain his tears in watching Camille pass by.

I saw the tumbrils pass by to the place of execution, containing the men who, a few days before, had been seen as those who were to consolidate the revolution. Some maintained a firm and calm demeanor, others only showed on their faces that humiliating vexation felt by a scoundrel who finds himself caught in the trap set up by his enemy. This feeling was depicted with the most striking expression on the decomposed countenance of Danton. Camille Desmoulins seemed indignant at the deceit of Robespierre, who had never showed him more friendship than on the eve of his arrest. Bazire and Chabot tried to speak to the people by whom they were surrounded; though they spoke loudly, the noise which was made around them drowned out their voices. One only heard them say that, had not Marat been assassinated, he would have been accused of conspiracy like them, and that with them he would go to his execution. The multitude regarded as blasphemous an assertion of which the truth, a few days later, was disputed by no one. They were executed on 17 germinal.  Histoire Philosophique de la Révolution de France (1807) by Antoine Étienne Fantin-Desodoards, volume 5, page 371-372

Like Hugues Aubriot, who was imprisoned in the Bastille he had had built in order to trap others, when Danton had been condemned to death by the tribunal he had instituted, the crowd gathered in the square to feast their eyes on the horrible spectacle that the cries of the public promised them.  I was going to see Méhul, who was by then living on Rue de la Monnaie, when I came across the tumbril in Rue Honoré in which this revolutionary hero was for the last time presiding over his stricken party. He was calm, between Camille Desmoulins, whom he listened to, and Fabre d'Églantine, who did not listen to anyone. Camille spoke with great warmth, and struggled so much that his unfastened clothes left his collar and shoulders, which the blade was about to separate, bare. Never had life manifested itself in him by more activity. As for Fabre, immobile under the weight of his misfortune, overwhelmed by the feeling of the present and perhaps also by the memory of the past, he no longer existed. Camille who, by cooperating in the revolution, had thought he was cooperating in a good work, still enjoyed his illusion; he believed himself on the road to martyrdom. Alluding to his last writings, he shouted: “My crime is to have shed tears!” to the crowd. He was proud of his conviction. Fabre was on the other hand ashamed of his, he, who had been pushed into revolutionary excesses by less generous interests, was overwhelmed by the awareness of the truth. He saw only torture at the end of the little road that remained for him to travel.  Another physiognomy also attracted my attention in this cartload of reprobates, it was that of Hérault de Séchelles. The tranquility which reigned over the handsome face of this former advocate-general was of a different nature from the tranquility of Danton, whose face offered a caricature of that of Socrates. Hérault's calm was that of indifference; Danton's calm that of disdain. The pallor did not sit on the latter's forehead; but that of the other was colored with such a fiery tint that it looked less like he was going to the scaffold than returning from a banquet. Hérault de Séchelles finally seemed detached from life, the preservation of which he had purchased by so much cowardice, by so many atrocities. The appearance of this selfish man astonished everyone: everyone asked his name with interest, and as soon as he was named he no longer interested anyone. […] I went up to Méhul's, and, my imagination full of what I had just seen, I told him: “Tragedy well begun! I want to see the end of it, after having finished in three words the business which brought me. This Danton really plays his role well. We are all on the eve of the day that will end for him. I want to learn how to pass it well too.” "Useful study," said Méhul, who saw things with the same eye as me, and who would have accompanied me if he hadn't been in his dressing gown and slippers.  However, the fatal tumbril had not stopped moving; the execution was beginning when, after having crossed the Tuileries, I arrived at the gate which opens onto the Place Louis XV. From there I saw the condemned, not mounting together, but appearing one by one on the fatal scaffold, to die immediately by the effect of the movement which the board or the bed on which was about to begin for them the eternal rest. The rest of the operation was hidden from me by the operatives running it. The accelerated fall of the blade alone told me that it was was being carried out.  Danton appeared last on this scene, flooded with the blood of all his friends. Day was falling. At the foot of the horrible statue whose mass stood out in a colossal silhouette against the sky, I saw the rising, like a shadow of Dante, of this tribune who, half-lit by the dying sun, seemed as much to emerge from the tomb as ready to enter it. There is nothing as daring as the countenance of this athlete of the revolution; nothing as formidable as the attitude of this profile which defied the axe, like the expression of this head which, ready to fall, still seemed to dictate laws. Horrible pantomime! time cannot erase it from my memory. I found there all the expression of the sentiment which inspired Danton with his last words; terrible words which I could not hear, but which people repeated to each other, quivering with horror and admiration. ”Above all, don't forget,” he said to the executioner with the accent of a Gracque, don't forget to show my head to the people; it’s worth seeing.” At the foot of the scaffold he had said another word worthy of being recorded, because it characterizes both the circumstance which inspired it, and the man who uttered it. With his hands tied behind his back, Danton was waiting his turn at the foot of the stairs, when his friend Lacroix, whose turn had come, was brought there. As they rushed towards each other to give each other the farewell kiss, a policeman, envying them this painful consolation, threw himself between them and brutally separated them. "At least you won't prevent our heads from kissing each other in the basket," Danton told him with a hideous smile. Danton, as I have said, perishes as a result of a security more justified by reason than by politics. Warned of Robespierre's plans, Robespierre knows too well that he cannot send me to the scaffold without proving that he can be sent there himself." Resting on this idea, he fell asleep in laziness and pleasures.  Souvernirs d’un sexagénaire (1833) by Antoine Vincent Arnault, volume 2 page 95-100. According to Biard in Danton: Le mythe et l’histoire (2016) this is the only semi-authentic source we have for Danton’s last words being ”show my head to the people, it’s worth seeing.” It’s still however somewhat dubious considering Arnault places Camille in the wrong tumbril.

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Rose Aubriot, Yves Saint Laurent, Vogue France, Paris 1975.

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Siriana Leduc Aubriot

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Blue Card nº05 | Juliette Aubriot

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That's just how it feels most of the times

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22 avril 1370 : pose de la première pierre de la Bastille ➽ https://bit.ly/2WLwuQk C’est le jour où le prévôt de Paris, Hugues Aubriot, pose la première pierre de la Bastille. A l’époque, elle n’a pas encore vocation à devenir une prison. Dans l’esprit de Charles V, il s’agit simplement de renforcer la défense de Paris

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TRAMA.

Al acabar la cuarta guerra mundial los países quedaron destrozados, una nueva organización dio inicio, y esto dio paso a una nueva era. La monarquía se instaló como forma de gobierno, tal como había sido muchos años en el pasado, y los países dejaron de existir como se conocían. Los poderosos tenían el control de todo, otra vez, y así forjaron una nueva historia, donde los malos eran buenos y los buenos no existían.

Aubriot ha nacido de las cenizas de la guerra, y en su actualidad, está a punto de librarse otra, que amenaza con ser su fin.

El ánimo del pueblo va de mal en peor, la miseria y el hambre se intensifican, y no existen soluciones. Desde el inicio del año los sublevados no cesan en su afán por destruirlo todo: manifestaciones, ataques dirigidos a la familia real, atentados al palacio. Creen que es momento de que vuelva a establecerse un gobierno democrático, pero no tienen idea de lo que la familia real está dispuesta a entregar, con tal de mantener las coronas en sus cabezas.

Los reyes, con la intención de calmar las cosas, creyeron que era oportuno que el príncipe heredara el trono, y para ello tendría que elegir esposa entre las candidatas disponibles. Cinco princesas de reinos aliados serán invitadas para convivir con el heredero, con el único fin de hallar a la indicada de ser su reina consorte. Pero esto no es más que una cómoda y oportuna pantalla, pues la alianza ya se encuentra hecha, y el show pretende distraer al pueblo mientras el rey decide su próxima jugada.

Dentro de los muros del palacio se encuentran secretos que ponen en peligro aquel velo delicado que han colocado sobre la gente: incesto, amoríos, hijos ilegítimos y sublevados infiltrados. Nadie es lo que aparenta y los secretos nunca están a salvo.

Cinco princesas aliadas. Un príncipe heredero. Una nación en peligro.

¿Qué medidas está dispuesto a tomar el rey, con tal de mantenerse en el poder por más tiempo?

La guerra está a punto de dar inicio, y todos deben elegir un bando antes de que sea demasiado tarde.

Bienvenidos sean al pueblo de Aubriot.

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Virgil on boat

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BIO/ABOUT

⇝Name⇜

Ross Aubriot (She/Her)

⇝Nickname⇜

Roo

 ⇝Age⇜

21

 》Birthday《

October 16th  ⇝✦Libra ✦⇝

 ⇝Sexual preference⇜

[doesn't really matter the gender, if it the right one she'll accept]

⇝ Size ⇜

5.5ft

⇝ Weight ⇜

121lbs

⇝ Hair Color ⇜

Siena Brown

⇝ Eye Color ⇜

Old world (Blue)

 ⇝Nacionality⇜

Neuilly-sur-Seine - France

 ⇝ Current location⇜

Maine - USA

 ⇝Spoken languages⇜

French (Native) English and Spanish (Intermediate)

 ⇝Ocupation⇜

Student

 ⇝History⇜

For better study and job opportunities, they moved to the United States when she was 16, shortly after her father was given a job opportunity in Massachusetts, although over time they took separate paths, her parents stayed in Massachusetts, while Ross, after finishing high school, went to Maine in search of a job for pay the college, managed to get into the College career she was searching and even got a job, but for one she received too many tasks and for the other they put a lot of pressure , anyway she goes ahead with her projects

 ⇝Family⇜

Parents: Alive.

Ingrid Gómez (Hispanic)

Guillaume Aubriot (France)

 ⇝Extra⇜

·   She has freckles

·  Yes, she has a male name, but it doesn't matter, she likes it a lot, although when she introduces herself before been saw, the people imagine a pretty boy.  CONTEXT: Her name was to be "Rosa" (Spanish), they'll put the translation of it in English "Rose", but her mother made a small mistake when she writing it changing Rose for Ross.

·  When she can, she goes to nightclubs to relieve stress and hang out, she has used drugs, she didn't think it was that bad, the feeling i have´s her was special, the ambient helps a lotbut she worries that they will affect her in the future but anyway she doesn't do it very often.

·   If she had a child, she would probably name him Gaspard

⇝ FEARS ⇜

·   Becoming an addict ·   Canines (dogs)

⇝ Face Claim ⇜ 

Pauline Étienne

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Siriana Leduc Aubriot