“Monsieur Navarre has been known to have a bit of a slight of hand as much as a bawdy sense of humor. He doesn’t mind so much as far as the tenants go, so long as Henrietta doesn’t mind.” -Sebastian Percle
Often Philippe can be seen playing a round of cards with his closest friend Louis Bouthillette.
Philippe resides on the Sixth floor, room: F2.
The Vignettes
Philippe and Marquerite slowly dance on the apartment rooftop arm and arm. She gives out a giggle as she feels his beard tickle at the nape of her neck to kiss her. A cold gust of wind blows giving Maquerite a chill, causing her to shiver like a leaf. “It is much to cold Philippe!” “I'll warm you!” In a clever retort she coyly moves away. “So, you have...” She kisses his cheek and runs circles on the roof as he freely chases her down like a fox on a fawn.
Philippe Nivarre bursts through the Lobby doors one evening, storming his way up the stairs. Rumor quickly circulated that his bout of bad luck had taken a toll for the worse, and a conman and swindled him out of his lucky deck of cards.
The conman and swindler in question was none other than the notorious and nefarious Mr. Waldorf Gandle. A man with a slight of hand unseen or unheard of as any before, coming from New Orleans to that of London, and eventually Paris. His reputation preceded him; however, nobody could risk the opportunity to either outplay, or out fool Mr. Waldorf Gandle at his own game.
Perhaps it was a futile effort, but the tenants watched nevertheless Philippe Nivarre, and his close friend Louis Bouthillette hurry down the steps and rush outside the apartment, to right an unfortunate wrong.