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Post by pop on Oct 23, 2006 10:48:41 GMT -5
*A strong wind rose steadily about the Opera, until just at dusk, as the streets were empty, a woman came floating out of the clouds holding her umbrella aloft as a means of creating the lift necessary to fly in such a manner. She touched down on the sidewalk before the Opera and collapsed her umbrella, murmuring shortly at the parrot on the handle to please be quiet for a moment before she strode into the foyer.*
"Hello there? Who is here?" *she called out.*
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Kellie
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Post by Kellie on Oct 23, 2006 12:27:26 GMT -5
*enters in search of the cast list and wanders around, not having seen it or Mary*
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Post by Rosette Daae-de Chagny on Oct 23, 2006 13:14:08 GMT -5
*Rosette trows a paint bomb on the blond chick.*
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Post by pop on Oct 23, 2006 13:20:22 GMT -5
*Looks about and rolls her eyes.* "Good grief."
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Post by Kellie on Oct 23, 2006 13:24:06 GMT -5
*turns around, spots Mary, and hurries over*
Oh my God! I, like, grew up watching you all the time!
*sings animatedly*
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens...
*twirls happily, then looks back at Mary*
Are you hear to teach us all to sing? Are you the new voice teacher?
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Post by Rosette Daae-de Chagny on Oct 23, 2006 13:30:23 GMT -5
*mutters something and trows another paint bomb.*
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Post by pop on Oct 23, 2006 13:33:01 GMT -5
*raises an eyebrow at the blonde girl, then takes a newspaper clipping from her pocket and reads over it.* "They didn't include anything in the advertisment about children with special needs..." *she muttered.* "This advertisment DID say something about singing songs, though... 'Wanted: one nanny for an as-yet undetermined number of adorable children. If you want this choice position, have a cheery disposition. Rosy cheeks, no warts... Play games--all sorts. You must be kind, you must be witty; very sweet and fairly pretty... Take us on outings, give us treats. Sing songs,' ...There it is! Well I suppose I could sing songs for you, but as for teaching, now I don't know."
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Post by Kellie on Oct 23, 2006 13:37:15 GMT -5
*is covered in paint, but stills pays Rosette no heed*
Oh, you're going to be our nanny? That's so cool, oh my God! I'm, like, so excited, seriously! Oooh, can I be your helper? Like, your nanny sidekick? I love working with kids, I love leading lilttle minds...
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Post by Rosette Daae-de Chagny on Oct 23, 2006 13:37:46 GMT -5
*hates that she is being ignored and pouts.* Where the hell is Lily, she should see this new lady, I wonder how long it would take before she has a mental break down.
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Post by pop on Oct 23, 2006 13:40:36 GMT -5
*Mary tilted her head.* "I won't be needing any assistance, thank you," *she said crisply as she turned and spotted Rosette.* "Would you be so kind as to point me towards the nursery, little girl? What is your name?"
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Post by Kellie on Oct 23, 2006 13:44:06 GMT -5
*is slightly taken aback, then pouts cutely*
Did I mention that my dad is in prison and my mom's dead?
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Post by pop on Oct 23, 2006 13:46:33 GMT -5
*Mary looked considerate for a moment.* "Well I'm very glad for your sake that you are neither of those things yourself. However you are much too old to require a nanny, I think."
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Post by Rosette Daae-de Chagny on Oct 23, 2006 13:49:06 GMT -5
*Rosette stops pouting and shrugs* "I have no idea and frankly I am busy scheming, for I am dundundun The Mastermind of the Opera! But you may call me Rosette. Anyway, who are you? Are you evil?"
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Post by Kellie on Oct 23, 2006 13:50:24 GMT -5
Well DUH. I don't want a nanny, I want to help you. Aren't you listening? Chuh.
*roles eyes*
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Post by pop on Oct 23, 2006 13:52:59 GMT -5
*Looks sternly at Rosette.* "Evil? Most certainly not! I am your new nanny. Please go to the nursery, I will follow you." *turns to Kellie* "As I've said before, I don't require a helper, Miss." *looks back at Rosette.* "Close your mouth, Rosette, we are not a codfish!" *she gestured up the stairs.* "To the nursery! Spit spot!" *Taking her bag and umbrella, she sat on the bannister and smoothly began sliding up it.*
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