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Post by cassiopeia on Mar 26, 2007 19:13:58 GMT -5
*she had just finished cleaning the steps when Cassiopeia Rousseau realized that she had worked from the bottom up, leaving the marble stairs slippery and wet, and leaving her next task (putting away her cleaning supplies and getting our a duster to dust some old props with) at the bottom.
being rather new at this, she had no idea how else to get down. she trusted her balance, though, an her sure foot, so, employing her arms in the holding of her bucket and cloth, she carefully stepped down the first ten steps of the grand staircase. on the eleventh (always a bad-luck number for her), however, her footing slipped and she lost her balance.
with a loud screech, she tumbled down the stair, curls flying, and the bucket (which had spilled its contents all over her) was on her head, making an unholy racket.
"HELP!" she screamed, though she didn't really need it, as she had slid halfway across the foyer on her soaked bottom. the rest of her was equally as soaked, and she must have made quite a sight, in the middle of the foyer, a bucket on her head.
"Oh dammit..."
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Post by Parisa on Mar 26, 2007 19:16:33 GMT -5
*Parisa hurried in* Oh my God! *She walked over and pulled the bucket off of the girl's head* Are you all right?
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Post by cassiopeia on Mar 26, 2007 19:22:14 GMT -5
* "oh, i'm fine, just a little banged up... i think i woke the phantom with that racket. my names Cassiopeia. What's yours?" cassie smiled.
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Post by Parisa on Mar 26, 2007 19:24:36 GMT -5
*Parisa helped the girl to her feet* I'm Parisa. Nice to meet you. Are you new here?
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Post by cassiopeia on Mar 26, 2007 19:27:40 GMT -5
*cassie laughed* "you could say that. call me cassie, please. i'm a maid. what do you do here?"
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Post by Parisa on Mar 26, 2007 19:36:28 GMT -5
*She smiled brightly* I'm a singer! ...Sort of. My mother dropped out of the new opera so I'm taking her place.
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Post by cassiopeia on Mar 26, 2007 19:39:08 GMT -5
*Cassie's eyes brightened.* "Do you know your way around? I get hopelessly lost... I think i'm supposed to go dust the prop room... That's so lucky for you!" *she stopped.* "I mean, not that your mother dropped out... but that you get to sing in her place!"*she finally hauled herself off the ground. "My mother and father are in America with my siblings... theyre sending for me as soon as the can." *she said, with a note of sadness.*
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Post by Parisa on Mar 26, 2007 19:55:58 GMT -5
Yeah, I can find my way around pretty well...the prop room is just down the hall and the third door to your left. *She pulled her hair out of her face neatly* America? How...exciting!
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Post by cassiopeia on Mar 26, 2007 20:00:44 GMT -5
*Cassie smiled wistfully*
"They live in New York... My mam's an alto in the Metropolitan Opera choir, and my da's a labourer... he works on the docks. Sometimes I think I won't ever get there, but then a letter or a postcard arrives, and i just laugh at myself. I'll get there eventually..."
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Post by Parisa on Mar 26, 2007 20:01:45 GMT -5
Of course you will! And you will have such a splendid time!
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