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Post by Derek on Oct 12, 2007 12:17:46 GMT -5
*Derek swept into the Opera House grandly, though nobody could see him. He remembered balls and parties in grand rooms like this one, where he had been the guest of honor, with women throwing themselves at him. Silly young man that he had been, he didn't want to be trapped in a life of parties and children and unimportance--so he had run away, so become a writer, or artist, or some such thing which he no longer remembered. He had blocked most memories of his former life.*
*He crept to the shadows, all hard beauty and sharp lines and sinewy muscle, where there had once been soft, enchanting lines and a boyish beauty that would have lasted eternally, had he wished them to. Now he cut an imposing figure to anyone who saw him.*
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Oct 12, 2007 15:27:28 GMT -5
*pads softly through the foyer in her pale pink and white rehearsal tutu, pulling the satin bow out of her hair so it falls out of its bun and around her innocent face in two dark curtains. Confident that there would never be anybody in here at nighttime (despite the building's history), she begins an impromptu dance solo in the patterns on the marble floor formed by the moonlight spilling through the windows above*
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Post by Derek on Oct 12, 2007 15:36:10 GMT -5
*Derek started when he saw a woman clothed in very little, dancing in the foyer.*
"Beware of wandering in the night, Miss. Something might happen to you." *He said roughly, betraying the normal warm, tenor quality of his voice.*
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Oct 12, 2007 15:40:26 GMT -5
*is so shocked by the sound of the stranger's voice that she misses a landing coming out of a graceful leap and falls to the floor, unharmed but shaken*
Who...who's there?
*peers into the darkness, wishing for the first time in her life that one of her Jellicle traits existed at all times so she could see whoever was hiding in the shadows*
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Post by Derek on Oct 12, 2007 15:41:46 GMT -5
*He stepped into a shaft of moonlight streaming in from the window, illuminating his already-pale face in an eerie blue light.*
"Nobody of consequence."
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Oct 12, 2007 15:48:04 GMT -5
*stands up without taking her eyes off the man and steps back to lean against a wall uneasily, wishing for something to cover herself with. It was improper enough for a man to see her in such attire, but something in this one's eyes made her feel far more exposed than she usually would*
Are you new to the opera, monsieur?
*she tries to sound open and friendly, but her voice betrays her, shaking*
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Post by Derek on Oct 12, 2007 15:49:40 GMT -5
*His eyes were still on hers.*
"Does it matter? We've never met, either way."
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Oct 12, 2007 15:55:06 GMT -5
*blinks, slightly taken aback*
No, it doesn't matter. I was...trying to be polite. Does that bother you so much?
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Post by Derek on Oct 12, 2007 15:57:49 GMT -5
"Most people don't go out of their way to be polite to a strange man who shows up in the middle of the night." *He countered.* "False behavior irks at me, I confess." *He said, though it didn't sound like he was confessing anything. more accusing her.*
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Oct 12, 2007 16:07:42 GMT -5
What should I have done then, if not attempt a conversation? Would you have preferred me to just walk away without saying a word?
*looks at him curiously, confusion momentarily replacing anxiety. Her good manners and charm with strangers had never been questioned before*
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Post by Derek on Oct 12, 2007 16:09:34 GMT -5
"To anyone else, I'm sure your behavior would have been perfectly charming, though dancing in a lobby in the middle of the night would probably scare them off first."
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Oct 12, 2007 16:15:27 GMT -5
My manners and my dancing are off-putting now?
*blinks a few more times, rapidly, trying not to take his words to heart*
And just how would that frighten anyone, monsieur? This is an opera house; most people who come here would expect to find ballerinas rehearsing.
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Post by Derek on Oct 12, 2007 16:16:39 GMT -5
"In the foyer?" *He asked, taking a step towards her, seductive in a somewhat menacing way.*
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Oct 12, 2007 16:19:23 GMT -5
*pauses very shortly, wondering just how familiar with opera houses this man is. She decides to take a chance and sounds surprisingly convincing (for her, at least)*
Of course, we often do.
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Post by Derek on Oct 12, 2007 16:21:07 GMT -5
"Rather defeats the purpose of waiting for the performance, then, doesn't it, if anyone could walk in and see the dancers."
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