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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Oct 12, 2007 16:25:47 GMT -5
Most people don't show up unannounced in the middle of the night, and obviously we don't rehearse out here during hours in which anyone can just wander in. We rehearse on the stage during the day and often out here or in other rooms at night because there is more room.
I think I could become very good at lying, if I allowed myself to do it all the time.
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Post by Derek on Oct 12, 2007 16:28:57 GMT -5
*He smirked.*
"Of course, because dancers rehears 24 hours a day. Who needs sleep, anyhow?" *He asked, leaning his head at a slight angle.* "Now that I find charming." *He said, referring to the way she had attempted to lie.*
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Oct 12, 2007 16:35:28 GMT -5
*tries desperately to hold onto some shred of dignity*
Well, I didn't mean we do that all the time. Of course we sleep! I just meant that sometimes we rehearse on the stage and sometimes we rehearse elsewhere, and we don't rehearse out here during the day. That's all. *forces a laugh* You must not be very familiar with opera, monsieur, or you'd know how often we must rehearse.
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Post by Derek on Oct 12, 2007 16:42:19 GMT -5
*He smiled a little more, though not with his teeth, as that might freak her out. Mischeif was evident behind his topaz eyes.*
"Of course. I should have guessed your meaning. Would you care to educate me, then, fraulein?" *His French hadn't betrayed an accent, proof of a good education, but he couldn't help slipping a few German words in here and there.*
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Oct 12, 2007 16:49:39 GMT -5
*this was more like it; he was almost smiling and unless she'd misunderstood him, there was an invitation for further conversation in there somewhere*
What would you like to know?
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Post by Derek on Oct 12, 2007 16:51:41 GMT -5
"Only what you deem proper for an ordinary man to know." *He said. He liked the discourse before everyone found out what he was--it was almost as if he were ordinary. He was most definitely not ordinary once all secrets were out.*
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Oct 12, 2007 16:59:25 GMT -5
*has absolutely no idea what he meant by that*
Um...well, ordinary men can know just as much about opera as...
As what, Bonnie? Strange men?
Um...do you maybe want a tour?
*blurts out the final question in an effort to make him forget the first comment*
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Post by Derek on Oct 12, 2007 17:00:19 GMT -5
"Someone who's not ordinary, do you mean?" *He asked quietly, a bit subdued. His words obviously held further meaning.*
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Oct 12, 2007 17:04:43 GMT -5
No, I didn't mean that. I mean, I'm not sure what you meant by your first comment. About being an ordinary man. There's no reason you can't know everything. If you'd want to, I suppose.
*twists the satin hair ribbon around her fingers nervously, losing her train of thought even before it had pulled out of the station*
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Post by Derek on Oct 12, 2007 17:05:52 GMT -5
"I only meant that I am far from ordinary, mademoiselle."
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Oct 12, 2007 17:11:59 GMT -5
Well...so is everyone else in the world...
*looks down at the knot she's made around her fingers in uncomfortable silence*
*quietly* Do you want a tour or anything, or should I just go away?
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Post by Derek on Oct 12, 2007 17:13:24 GMT -5
*He looked at her knot and smiled some.*
"You're tangled." *He said, referring to both her thought and her ribbon.*
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Oct 12, 2007 17:16:02 GMT -5
*doesn't catch the double-meaning in his words*
I know.
*tries in vain to pull an end of the ribbon loose*
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Post by Derek on Oct 12, 2007 17:17:45 GMT -5
*He took her hands gently in his own.*
"Let me untie you."
*He said, deftly untying the knot with a few pulls, and letting the ribbon fell gracefully to the floor. He then stepped away--he had been to close, he could hear her heart rate pulsing, smell her blood--he didn't want to hurt her. That wasn't him. He wasn't a monster... or at least he didn't want to be.*
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Oct 12, 2007 17:26:42 GMT -5
*blushes crimson all the way up to her hairline and impulsively presses her cool hands to her hot cheeks, the ribbon dangling stupidly by the side of her face*
Thank you.
*looks him in the eyes, although the moon has gone behind a cloud and he is shrouded in darkness once again*
*as if suggesting it for the first time* Would you like a tour?
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