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Post by John Wilkes Booth on Dec 27, 2006 1:00:49 GMT -5
John Wilkes Booth strutted into the opera house, exactly as if he'd owned it. His pimpcane stylish walking stick made a soft thudding to accompany his brisk footsteps. He'd come to Paris, because most everyone thought he was dead, and when presumed dead, lying low is usually the best course of action. An actor by trade (when not killing presidents), he had decided to try his hand at opera.
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Xanthe
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Post by Xanthe on Dec 27, 2006 1:16:04 GMT -5
((*is wondering whether to send in a Sue* He seems dangerous... O.O))
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Post by Shira on Dec 27, 2006 1:16:45 GMT -5
((Dangerous? He's a pimp! He won't shoot YOU. )) *Shira was on her way to drop off her things when she bumped into Booth.* Oh, I'm sorry, sir! I wasn't watching where I was going. *She blushed.* I'm Shira. *Shira smiled shyly at the handsome man.*
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Xanthe
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Post by Xanthe on Dec 27, 2006 1:18:10 GMT -5
((lol! Uh-oh. I can sense some wangst boiling already...))
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Post by John Wilkes Booth on Dec 27, 2006 1:22:29 GMT -5
((Nah, don't worry. He only kills presidents. And people who really really annoy him. ))
John eyed the pretty brunette. "Not a problem, my dear," he said, in a smooth southern drawl. "No need to apologies." He assisted her in picking up her poessions. "I'm John," he added.
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Post by Shira on Dec 27, 2006 1:24:05 GMT -5
*Shira grinned sheepishly at him.*
Well, it's wonderful to meet you, John. Do you work here?
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Post by John Wilkes Booth on Dec 27, 2006 1:27:13 GMT -5
"No, as a matter of fact, I was going to ask to speak to the people in charge. I am a very famous actor, in America." He replied, with some bitterness to his words. "Do you know where I can find them?"
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Post by Shira on Dec 27, 2006 1:30:16 GMT -5
I'm sorry sir, I don't. You see, I'm a new dancer here. I hardly know where the stage even is!
*For the first time in a while, she laughed.*
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Post by John Wilkes Booth on Dec 27, 2006 1:35:49 GMT -5
John smiled, almost sincerely. "I wish you luck with your dancing career. I'm sure you'll go far." He thought of how she'd clumsily bumped into him moments before, and laughed softly to himself. He scanned the room to try to find someone a bit more helpful.
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Post by Shira on Dec 27, 2006 1:39:22 GMT -5
*Shira nodded and walked away, barely noting John's amusement.*
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Post by John Wilkes Booth on Dec 27, 2006 1:43:18 GMT -5
John watched the girl walk off, and smirked. Even if he could not get an acting job, staying near the theater might be worthwhile. He again scanned the room, and cursed. "Where can I get some help around this damn place..." He muttered to himelf.
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Post by Anakin Skywalker on Dec 27, 2006 1:51:34 GMT -5
Anakin noticed a man looking rather lost in the foyer. He walked over to him.
"Do you, sir, need help?" he asked.
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Post by John Wilkes Booth on Dec 27, 2006 1:56:01 GMT -5
"Yes, actually," John replied, charmingly. "I would like to speak with the men in charge here, for an acting job."
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Post by Anakin Skywalker on Dec 27, 2006 2:01:22 GMT -5
"Of course. Follow me, sir." Anakin led the way up the stairs and down a hallway to the left. He opened the first door on the right.
"Right this way, sir," he gestured for John to enter the room.
((Created a thread in Managers' Office titled "A New Actor". Must go for now; bye!))
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Post by John Wilkes Booth on Dec 27, 2006 2:05:12 GMT -5
((I'll follow you there! G'night!))
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