Léonie Brémieux

Léonie is one of the many passengers you can pick up in Night Call.

Passidex entries

 * You have met Léonie.
 * You said nothing during Léonie's trip.
 * Léonie doesn't need your pity.
 * You let it show you were bored with Léonie's thesis topic.
 * You played Léonie classical music.
 * You played Léonie jazz.
 * You played Léonie rock music.
 * You played Léonie tribal house … and she loved it.
 * Léonie really appreciated your attitude.
 * You heard one of the best '80s songs.



Transcript
« Metro Victor Hugo, please. »

The passenger gets into the cab and gives you her address. Her voice is muted, faraway. You start up the cab. She appears rather... meek, subdued. Like she's about to fade away. You look up at her. She returns your gaze... but... she's not there. It's as if you weren't looking at an actual person, but at a silhouette instead, in the shape of a human being.

« Everything all right? »   « Nice evening, isn't it? »   « Would you like some music? »   (Say nothing.)

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You're afraid to say another word. Various theories run through your head. Maybe she's on drugs? Maybe she witnessed something awful? Maybe she knows something about the Angel of Death ? Her eyes scan the interior of the cab with an air of odd detachment. There's still ways to go before you reach your destination.

« Everything alright? »   « Would you like some music? »   (Say nothing.)

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The ride continues in silence. Streets go by. It's dark in the cab. The young woman on the back seat appears to be lost in thought. Every so often she pronounces a few words, as if in a quiet conversation with herself.

LÉONIE: "...Update the bibliography..."

She no longer sees you. She no longer sees the cab. She's in a world all her own.

« Did you say something? »   « You have to take time off work sometimes... »   (Say nothing.)

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The ride continues in silence. You keep your eyes on the road. Your mind is entirely focused on the Angel of Death. She is lost in thought, perfectly still. Like she'd stopped breathing. Every so often she pronounces a word. As if she didn't remember how to pronounce it anymore. Before long, you turn onto her street. You pull up to the passenger's address: an opulent looking building in the 16th arrondissement. The young woman is perfectly still, seemingly paralysed... She looks up and suddenly seems to realise where she is.

LÉONIE: "Sorry..."

Her voice is faint, almost inaudible. She hands you the fare then exits the cab without a word. A moment later later she's walking away, heading towards her building. ... You sit there a moment longer, then start up the cab.