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Post by Luc on Jul 19, 2007 17:25:53 GMT -5
Luc entered the foyer slowly, removing his hat and glancing around, on the lookout for anyone who might be able to tell him where to go. He'd not been in many opera houses in his life and had no idea where he might be expected. He inwardly debated removing his coat as well, but decided against it; he wasn't keen to expose so much of himself just yet, literally or metaphorically.
((*le gasp* I'm trying a new way of posting, without my usual asterisks! *shock*))
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Post by Kathy on Jul 19, 2007 20:30:48 GMT -5
*Kathleen wandered through on a tour of the Opera, gawking openly at the grand architecture.*
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Post by Luc on Jul 19, 2007 20:34:17 GMT -5
He glanced up at the sound of someone approaching and saw a woman, much younger than himself, making her way through the foyer. "Excuse me, mademoiselle, could you tell me--"
Realizing even as he spoke that she was obviously as unfamiliar with the Opera as himself, he broke off, unsure of how to explain himself.
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Post by Kathy on Jul 19, 2007 20:37:03 GMT -5
*Kathy stopped and tilted her head curiously, grinning openly.*
"Yes, Sir?" *she said in English, with a soft Irish lilt.* "Or, pardon, ohh-wee? I canna speak French to save me life."
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Post by Luc on Jul 19, 2007 20:41:44 GMT -5
Luc was slightly taken aback by the openness of her smile, but he smiled back anyway, understandingly.
"I apoligize," he said, also in charmingly accented English, "I was going to ask you if you knew your way around here, but I can see that you dont." He winced as soon as the words were out of his mouth; he hadn't meant to suggest she was stupid.
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Post by Kathy on Jul 19, 2007 20:44:20 GMT -5
*Kathy laughed brightly, the sound like silver bells.*
"Oh an' you've got me for sure! A greener girl you'll never see in this city, I'm afraid."
*She bobbed a short and unstudied curtsey.*
"Kathleen Kelly, at your service, Sir, though I doubt I've much to offer."
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Post by Luc on Jul 19, 2007 20:48:29 GMT -5
He reached up to remove his hat as he bowed slightly, forgetting that he'd already taken it off and was holding it in his other hand. He pretended to scratch his head instead, though the look of embarassment on his face was unmistakable.
"Luc de Lancret. It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Kelly, whether you know your way around the building or not. You are the first person I've met in Paris."
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Post by Kathy on Jul 19, 2007 20:53:47 GMT -5
"I almost feel bad I'm not a real French gentlewoman or anythin' o' the sort," *she said, flashing another brilliant smile.* "Y'might as well be smack in Dublin for all the good I'll do ye here."
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Post by Luc on Jul 19, 2007 21:02:08 GMT -5
"I assure you, it's quite alright. I haven't been around a 'real French gentlewoman' or any other French woman for some time now." He hesitated a moment, then decided it couldn't hurt to explain a bit more. "I've been out of the country for almost two decades now. Lived in Italy for most of that time, but I've travelled through Austria, Switzerland and Germany as well. I'm afraid I haven't made it to Ireland yet."
You're rambling. Stop it.
"You see, I'm a chef. I--" No more rambling, Luc. Stop. "I'm a chef."
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Post by Kathy on Jul 19, 2007 21:12:09 GMT -5
"A chef? --oh! Right, that's what they call cooks over here! Well, that's brilliant!"
*She chuckled.*
"I've never known a man who knew his shoe from his soda bread. Da left the kitchen to Mither n' me n' me sisters. Though Lord knows he n' the boys kept busy enough in the fields to see we had food to cook."
You're ramblin', y'daft eejit. Leave off.
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Post by Luc on Jul 19, 2007 21:14:54 GMT -5
Luc smiled, as charmed by her rambling as he was put off by his own.
"If I may ask, what brings you to Paris, Miss Kelly?"
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Post by Kathy on Jul 19, 2007 21:19:30 GMT -5
"Me family, again," *she said.* "The...well, the farm's not doin' so well as it moight, an' Da's been a touch ill these past few years...his heart troubles him..."
*She became a little pale and withdrawn for a moment as she thought of her family so far away.*
"I've come to see what money I can make and send them...I'm a singer," *she said, the term sounding lame even as she said it.* "...and I can dance a fair jig if it means some coin to send home." *she shrugged and looked bashful as loose wavy strands of her golden hair framed her blushing cheeks.*
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Post by Luc on Jul 19, 2007 21:25:33 GMT -5
"I see."
He'd become noticeably withdrawn himself as she told him about the family's farm and her father's ill fortune. But as she continued, he felt himself loosening up again.
"Oh, you perform? How wonderful! You will have to let me know when you've been hired to play the lead and I'll be sure to come to opening night."
He winced again, and blushed. Am I being too forward? Will she think I have inappropriate intentions? I wouldn't want to make her feel...
"I apologize, mademoiselle. I didn't mean to suggest..."
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Post by Kathy on Jul 19, 2007 21:30:43 GMT -5
*She turned bright pink and shook her head.*
"Oh, no, sir, you mistake me! I--I don't work here. I...I could never aspire to..." *she waved her hand at the opulence of the building.* "I mean, I just...stand on a street corner, and...sing."
*She bit her lip. That sounded so shameful and poor and dirty when she said it out loud.*
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Post by Luc on Jul 19, 2007 21:37:49 GMT -5
"Oh." He hesitated, thinking. "Well, there's nothing wrong with that. Why, when I lived in Florence, most of the greatest artists in the city performed in the streets."
He didn't actually know that for sure, having rarely gone anywhere but from his flat to the restaurant he worked at and back again, but he'd heard customers discuss the street performers over their meals every once in awhile. They weren't held in as high a respect as he suggested to Kathy, but she didn't need to know that.
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