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Post by Emily on Mar 24, 2007 23:23:23 GMT -5
((So take off all your non-monochromatic clothes!)) "Ooooh Yoshimi...they don't belieeeeve meee..." ((Do Goths listen to The Flaming Lips? )) *Emily sang off-key to herself as she clumped down the main staircase at the Opera Populaire in her biggest, baddest, blackest combat boots. Along with these, she wore long black pants with a black lacy tutu over top. Add to this a black tank top with a sparkling silver and black epithet on the front containing a soupçon of naughtiness and most likely having to do with angels vs. devils, demons and/or hell; and a smart black leather jacket around her shoulders. Heavy silver and black jewellry clanked around her neck and wrists, and swung from her ears (pierced multiple times,) and a single dark crimson jewel studded one side of her tip-tilted nose. She wore immaculate and heavy make-up--dark and smokey eyes, and blood-red lips drawn back in a smirk over her slightly pointed teeth. ((No kidding, my mother thinks I'm a vampire. )) She hopped down off the last step with a thud of her thick rubber soles, sending her tutu bouncing around her knees.* "Yo Opera, whaaaassup?" *she called out, sticking out her tongue (displaying yet another stud in the form of a tiny silver ball,) and making dual rock 'n roll devil horns with her hands held high above her head. After a long moment passed with no response, she let her hands drop.* "Well this sucks."
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Post by Jamie on Mar 25, 2007 0:55:07 GMT -5
Jamie wandered in, her Paige jeans molded to her rear, the blue Lacoste shirt fitting snugly over her breasts. Her Marc Jacobs peacock blue kitten heels weren't meant for Paris' cobble-stoned streets, but what the hell? She'd gotten along fine in the twenty first century, and she was sure she'd be okay here too.
She'd recognized the Opera Garnier from her year in Paris and immediately wandered in. She wanted to get a look at the backdrops close up, and figured it would cost her a few hundred Euros.
Coming into the foyer, she raised her eyebrows at the decidedly fashion hopeless girl in front of her.
"Madmoiselle," she called out, "ou es curator??"
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Post by Emily on Mar 25, 2007 1:00:29 GMT -5
"Tha f*ck is that supposed to mean?" *she cocked her head and stared at the girl, trying to remember some French.* "Um...vive l'Algerie! Je suis un pizza! Avec fromage! Liberté, Égalite, Fraternite, ou la Mort! FRERE JACQUES?"
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Post by Jamie on Mar 25, 2007 1:05:41 GMT -5
Jamie grinned and switched to English.
"I'm not from Algeria, I like pizza too, yes, with cheese, and I think Liberty, Brotherhood, and Equality went out the window sometime after 1805. Besides, Blakeney was hot. And I don't have a brother named Jack. Sister named Jessica though."
She held out a tan hand with acrylic nails.
"What's your name?"
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Post by Emily on Mar 25, 2007 1:10:44 GMT -5
*Emily frowned uncertainly at the girl.*
"I'm from Canada. I hate pizza. I like cheese. 1805 was alright. Napoleon was bad ass. Blakeney WAS hot, and I've got a brother named Simon and a sister named Heather."
*She held out a hand with short, bitten nails covered in chipped black polish.*
"Em--I mean Hecate. Mistress of Midnight. And you are?"
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Post by Jamie on Mar 25, 2007 1:13:22 GMT -5
Jamie smirked good-naturedly and shook the girl's hand. She needs a manicure.
"Jamie, collector of designer clothing and really old books that no one reads but me. Blakeney was smoking. Pimpernel fan? Andrews or Howard?"
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Post by Emily on Mar 25, 2007 1:15:32 GMT -5
*Emily raised an eyebrow and grinned a little, running the tip of her tongue over her pointed eyeteeth.*
"The one in my head is hotter than any possible earthly incarnation."
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Post by Jamie on Mar 25, 2007 1:17:12 GMT -5
Jamie eyed Hecate.
"Blasphemer," she muttered. "Andrews is the sex!"
She shrugged.
"Anyway, how'd you get here? You're definitely not from the 19th century...that is what time we're in, yes?"
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Post by Emily on Mar 25, 2007 1:21:34 GMT -5
*Emily nodded coolly.*
"Andrews is a mere mortal. With a mullet."
*She shrugged.*
"I was f*cking around in the woods on Midsummer's Eve with my friend who's hella into Wicca and made some bad joke about her favourite band. Next morning, I wake up under the back stairs of this place. I'm staking that bitch the moment I get back. If I get back. I dunno. It's pretty hardcore here."
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Post by Jamie on Mar 25, 2007 1:24:43 GMT -5
Jamie stared at her, aghast.
"He does NOT have a mullet!" she corrected.
Then she frowned.
"Midsummer's Eve? As in June 21st? Yeah, stuff happens then. Have a few friends who are Pagan myself. I got here because I made a wrong turn onto Lexington Ave. Who would've thought there was a space/time continium right in the middle of the road?"
"And I'll die if I can't get back. I'm on the list for the Birkens, and they're not going to be invented for another 120 years!"
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Post by Emily on Mar 25, 2007 1:27:52 GMT -5
"The what? Like, Birkenstocks? Shoes? Ew."
*Emily crossed her arms, enjoying the other girl's mild distress.*
"Isn't there, I dunno, stuff going on right NOW that'll be fun? I hear there's a siege happening somewhere soon. I want a piece of that action."
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Post by Jamie on Mar 25, 2007 1:31:14 GMT -5
Jamie's lip curled.
"Not Birkenstocks," she sneered. "The Birkens bag. It's a freaking lifestyle. Starts at forty thousand Euros."
"As for right now...tell me what year it is, and I can probably give you an idea of what's happening."
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Post by Emily on Mar 25, 2007 1:33:42 GMT -5
*Emily was going to have to kick this girl's ass soon if she didn't stop being such a stuck-up snob, but she also seemed smart, so she contented herself with scowling and rolling her eyes.*
"It's 1871, I think, if I've landed in the 2004 movie like I think I have."
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Post by Jamie on Mar 25, 2007 1:36:49 GMT -5
Jamie frowned. "Okay, 1871...France..."
Her eyes widened.
"The Franco-Prussian war should be happening right now! Paris should be littered, houses broken into, fear run rampant in the streets!"
"But...it's so quiet."
She looked at Hecate.
"What's going on?"
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Post by sarahjane on Mar 25, 2007 8:50:35 GMT -5
*There is a loud explosion and Sarah drops out from the ceiling dressed in jeans and a big rainbow coloured jumper. She pulls herself to her feet and looks around.*
Shit, I knew I had drunk too much....
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