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Post by Héloïse de Chagny on Jan 7, 2008 19:33:24 GMT -5
*Héloïse strode into the opera, looking about disdainfully. Her sons had inherited their taste for the artistic from their father, clearly. She had enjoyed music in her youth, but her taste for it had soured.*
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Cécile Jammes
- Ingenious Pilot -
I do *not* dance like a calf in a field!
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Post by Cécile Jammes on Jan 9, 2008 12:34:46 GMT -5
*Jammes was headed out to the cafe with several of her friends from the corps when she saw the feared Comtesse de Chagny. The other girls didn't recognize her and strode past her, but Jammes herself curtseyed as she passed, attempting to move away inconspicuously.*
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Post by Sorelli on Jan 9, 2008 12:49:31 GMT -5
*Sorelli had been passing through and heading to her dressing room when the Comtesse appeared. She almost stopped in her tracks--she hadn't seen the Matriarch of the de Chagny family in ages. She gave a quick curtsey before heading on her way, hoping that the dowager wouldn't notice her. The Comtesse had a famous temper *
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Post by Héloïse de Chagny on Jan 9, 2008 14:58:46 GMT -5
((I love how she's practically canon, instantly and everyone's like "of COURSE she's a dragon-lady!"))
*Héloïse sniffed lightly, taking no notice of those beneath it and thus seeing none of the ballet rats who scurried by her. She headed for the office of the managers. Perhaps they might know where to find her son.*
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Post by Christine on Jan 9, 2008 19:13:10 GMT -5
((Bring it. ))
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