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Post by Raoul on Jun 4, 2006 14:06:05 GMT -5
*Raoul strode into the bistro and the waiters immediately made ready the best table. He pulled out the chair for the lady opposite and sat down*
*The waiter appeared in front of both of them*
"Monsieur Vicomte! It is good to see you again. What wouold you like to drink?"
*Raoul turned to his guest*
"What would you prefer Mademoseille?"
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Post by Rose on Jun 5, 2006 7:03:40 GMT -5
"Coffee, please," Marianne replied with a smile. The waiter nodded and walked briskly away, and Marianne glanced at Raoul from beneath her thick lashes. "Thank you for offering to bring me here, Monsieur - it really is quite cold outside."
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Post by Raoul on Jun 5, 2006 12:43:33 GMT -5
"And for me as well"
*Raoul turned back to the girl
"It is really no trouble. So tell me more abut yourself. Have you always been a dancer?"
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Post by Rose on Jun 5, 2006 15:19:17 GMT -5
"Of course not always," she replied with a breathless laugh. "No one is born dancing!" She hoped that her vague answer wouldn't press Raoul to ask more questions about her past.
"Have you always been a Vicomte?" she continued teasingly, taking a sip of her coffee and licking the foam delicately from her bottom lip.
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Post by Raoul on Jun 5, 2006 15:36:18 GMT -5
*Raoul laughed, a deep rich laugh*
"Yes indeed I have I'm sure it is easier than being a dancer, as far as I know I will never have to train for hours on end or wear pink ballet shoes."
*He adds milk to his coffee and stirs thoughtfully.*
"Funny how my 'profession' is only really important once someone dies, you know that I only become Compte at the death of my brother. And to be honest I would rather have my brother."
*He looked at her thoughtfully*
"Did you know his friend Sorelli. She disappeared and he would like to see her again?"
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Post by Rose on Jun 6, 2006 1:44:57 GMT -5
"Sorelli...?" Marianne paused for a moment to think, closing her eyes for a brief moment. Her thick lashes touched her porcelain skin like a pair of tiny dark fans; then her eyes reopened and she smiled.
"Oh, that Sorelli? I haven't been at the Opera for all that long, but I've heard the story that she ran away with a wealthy Italian... or something along those lines." Her clear emerald eyes suddenly grew worried. "I'm sorry, was your brother... very attached to her?"
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Post by Raoul on Jun 6, 2006 8:02:49 GMT -5
*Raoul dipped his head down so as not to be entranced by her eyes*
"Umm.. uh.. no I am sure he will be fine. It is just hard to lose toucch with old friends sometimes..."
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Post by Rose on Jun 6, 2006 14:16:31 GMT -5
"I know exactly what you mean," Marianne replied, her eyes becoming suddenly dim as if shaded by a heavy cloud. But she shook her head quickly to clear the memories.
She glanced up at Raoul, feeling a faint blush come to her cheeks. "You speak as if from experience..."
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Post by Raoul on Jun 6, 2006 15:32:45 GMT -5
*Raoul nodded gazing back at her*
"A year ago now... I lost contact with a friend.. she was meant be return here.."
*He smiled quietly to himself.
"It does not matter anymore."
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Post by Rose on Jun 7, 2006 2:54:53 GMT -5
Marianne felt suddenly uncomfortable, as if her very presence was disturbing his private memories.
"Look, this is... I..." she stumbled over her words for a moment, standing quickly to her feet in a rustle of skirts and silk. "Thank you for the coffee, but I should probably be going..." Unless you want me to stay, that is, she thought, but didn't say aloud.
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Post by Raoul on Jun 7, 2006 4:08:07 GMT -5
*Raoul looked suprised.*
"Look... no please don't go.I'm sorry if my thoughts disturbed you. I am usually not this comfortable around people to even think of them. Let us talk of lighter things. Did you know they are planning a ball?"
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Post by Rose on Jun 7, 2006 8:43:32 GMT -5
Marianne sank back down into her seat. "A ball?" Her green eyes sparked with excitement. She had only been to one dance back in her village, but that was a small country affair, nothing fancy.
"That would be wonderful! When is the suggested date?" She smiled at the thought of a formal ball - a colorful parade of women in glittering gowns and men in crisp, expensively cut tailcoats, all set to the tones of flowing waltzes and lively quadrilles.
But... what would I wear?
She suddenly looked crestfallen, and tried to hide it behind a cheerful smile.
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Post by Raoul on Jun 7, 2006 10:37:38 GMT -5
"I'm not sure of the date.I has not been finalised. Hopefully there will be a theme. It makes choosing costumes far easier."
*Raoul completely misses the crestfallen expression. Brito wonders how many Cinderella situations there will be.*
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Post by Rose on Jun 7, 2006 12:05:21 GMT -5
Marianne smiled at the thought. "I'd love to wear a costume," she voiced aloud, "Something bright and colorful. I don't know much about history, but maybe I could dress up as someone from the past..." She laughed suddenly. "My apologies, I'm sure I'm boring you with all my excitement. A man like you probably isn't interested in this sort of thing!"
A man like you? Why on earth did she say that? She wanted to bite her tongue off for the remark.
((Cinderella situations? Hehe, I wasn't hinting at a handout from Raoul, if that's what you mean!))
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Post by Raoul on Jun 7, 2006 12:10:40 GMT -5
What does she mean a man like me?
"Yes, I suppose I have others choose my costumes for me most of the time. It is difficult as parton I cannot put a foot wrong and my servants make sure of it.Sometime I think I serve them rather than the other way round."
*He smirked at a past thought.*
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