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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Jul 7, 2007 10:06:46 GMT -5
*The Emcee nodded*
"Zat can be arranged. You are quite the dancer, freulien."
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Post by Sylvia on Jul 7, 2007 10:27:50 GMT -5
*Sylvia pulled her cloak tighter around her as slipped inside. She didn't want to work like this, but the Infirmary paid next to nothing and that elixir was going to be expensive. She didn't even want to think about how much the full resurrection would cost. It couldn't hurt to see how much they paid...after all, dancing was less severe than the other option for quick good money.*
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Post by Vianne Giry on Jul 7, 2007 12:04:55 GMT -5
*The Emcee nodded* "Zat can be arranged. You are quite the dancer, freulien." "Thank you," *she said quietly. Perhaps, just perhaps, she could find a way to escape, here.*
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Post by Gerard on Jul 7, 2007 12:05:55 GMT -5
"Of course I shall come to watch you perform every night, my sweet," *said Gerard, as though he had read her thoughts or maybe they had the same typist or some such shite.*
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Post by Vianne Giry on Jul 7, 2007 12:07:22 GMT -5
*Vianne went a shade paler, but nodded at the inevitable.*
It would be too much to ask, of course...
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Post by Mira Von Frankenstein on Jul 8, 2007 17:10:29 GMT -5
"You understand, of course, zat other men vill be looking at your wife as vell? Jealousy does not help our buisiness."
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Post by Gerard on Jul 8, 2007 22:52:05 GMT -5
"It matters little to me," *said Gerard.* "She's already let other men do more than look." *he shrugged.*
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Post by Erik on Jul 15, 2007 14:56:06 GMT -5
*Erik strode into the Kit Kat Klub, having heard it was as good a place as any to explore his new... hobby. He could not believe the doors that were opening before him, as easily as if he'd been born a king. Entitlement clearly came with appearance. All these years, he'd been right about that.
It was a bitter pill, but the chaser was worth it.
He sat, ordered a drink, and watched with interest as a woman displayed herself vigorously on stage.*
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Post by Vianne Giry on Jul 15, 2007 14:59:27 GMT -5
***NEW NIGHT***
*Vianne did her best to maintain a shred of decency as she faded into the chorus line, trying desperately not to stand out in this shameful show, intensely aware of Gerard's mocking gaze as she moved about the stage.*
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Post by Erik on Jul 16, 2007 13:31:42 GMT -5
*Erik's eyes scanned the line of dancers, all above some arbitrary standard of beauty. One stood out for her combination of obvious skill and bashfulness; she seemed almost to melt into the background, though from her steps he could tell she'd been trained. And how curious--a slight limp.
Erik was fascinated. She reminded him of someone.
After the show, he found himself paying his tab and moving back around to the stage door, or what passed for it here. It was still odd, moving among other members of the human race as if he was once of them. He half expected his bluff to be called at any moment. But he was compelling to meet this woman, who so clearly did not belong here.*
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Post by Vianne Giry on Jul 16, 2007 13:55:07 GMT -5
*Vianne stumbled backstage as soon as the number was finished, gripping a robe and drawing it tightly around her shoulders. She bowed her head as she scurried back towards her dressing room. She'd seen Gerard stand and move towards the back door before the last note had begun to fade. Always a step ahead, she knew there would be no chance for escape.*
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Post by Erik on Jul 16, 2007 15:31:09 GMT -5
*Erik reached from behind to place a hand on the dressing room door just as the woman began to open it.*
"Madame," *he said.* "Permit me to tell you that your dancing was excellent."
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Post by Vianne Giry on Jul 16, 2007 15:35:38 GMT -5
"Save your compliments, M'sieur. I don't care what he's promised you, I am not for sale," *she said hurriedly, trying to retreat.*
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Post by Erik on Jul 16, 2007 16:39:37 GMT -5
*At the sound of her voice, he started. Madame?*
"No one spoke to me of you," *he said, blocking her exit once more. He did not know what to tell her, how to explain it.* "You don't... you don't belong here."
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Post by Vianne Giry on Jul 16, 2007 17:06:13 GMT -5
*She found no escape and hunched her shoulders protectively, evading his gaze.*
"Leave me alone," *she growled.*
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