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Post by vox on Nov 18, 2006 21:49:23 GMT -5
*sits in a beam of light, in a white muslin dress scattered with pale blue flowers, embroidering a pure white cloth with bright silk threads in all the colours of the rainbow, making the Queen's costume for the new opera being rehearsed.*
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Post by Christian on Nov 18, 2006 21:54:36 GMT -5
Christian walked outside and raised a hand to shield the sun's blinding light from his eyes. He noticed something, someone from the corner of his eye. He turned toward it and squinted. Christian's heart began to beat rapidly; he could hear it pulsing in his ears. "No, it can't be..." he muttered hoarsely.
He took a small step and then began to run toward the figure. "Satine. Satine. Satine, Satine!"
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Post by vox on Nov 18, 2006 22:03:02 GMT -5
*Tristessa looked up at the excited young man and smiled gently, but shook her head. Holding her hand up for a pause, she took a small notebook from her sewing basket along with a pencil and wrote.* Not satin. Muslin. *she gestured to the cloth she was embroidering.*
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Post by Christian on Nov 18, 2006 22:05:56 GMT -5
((xD))
"Satin? No, no," Christian laughed. "Satine, you're Satine! You're alive!"
He caught Tristessa in a warm embrace.
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Post by vox on Nov 18, 2006 22:08:43 GMT -5
*Tristessa's breath whooshed out of her as the young man embraced her tightly. She gasped for a moment before she was able to place her hands solidly against his chest and push him back to look at him with a searching expression and a curious frown. Her lips moved as if in question, but she shook her head again and reached for the notebook and scribbled in it a moment before handing it to him.* You seem confused, Sir. My name is Tristessa. Are you lost? Can I help you?
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Post by Christian on Nov 18, 2006 22:12:15 GMT -5
Christian's smile turned upside-down.
"Tristessa? No, you're Satine. Don't you remember?" He took Satine by the shoulders and shook her gently. "Why can't you speak, Satine?"
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Post by vox on Nov 18, 2006 22:14:45 GMT -5
*she stared uncomprehendingly at the young man, helplessly moving her lips as though she would speak any moment, but could not. Her eyes looked pityingly at him.* Poor young man. *out came the notebook again.* I'm sorry, I don't know what you mean...my name is Tristessa. *she underlined her name several times to make her point as best she could without a voice to express her feelings.*
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Post by Christian on Nov 18, 2006 22:21:03 GMT -5
The first thought that came into Christian's mind was, God, she has amnesia. His forehead wrinkled in deep concentration and he arched an eyebrow.
"I don't understand. Satine--I mean, mademoiselle, if you be not Satine, but Tristessa, would you be kind enough to tell me your past? So I can be certain?"
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Post by vox on Nov 18, 2006 22:22:54 GMT -5
((Hold on a sec--I gotta go look at my profile because I'm damned if I can remember my own twagic past.))
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Post by Christian on Nov 18, 2006 22:24:13 GMT -5
((lol. xD take your time.))
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Post by vox on Nov 18, 2006 22:28:23 GMT -5
((Sh*te. She does have amnesia.)) *Tristessa sighed and began to write.* I cannot tell you, Sir. I mean, I cannot recall. I have dreams sometimes, I think they are of what has happened in the past, but it is only moments...and only in dreams, so how can I be certain? Something happened...when I awoke, I was being treated by nuns in a hospital, who called me Tristessa. They told me I behaved as a gentlewoman might, while I was recovering...I know--somewhere I learned how to sew. The nuns found me this position--I've been working here as a seamstress for months. That is all I can tell you... *she laid down her pencil with a sigh and a shrug.*
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Post by Christian on Nov 18, 2006 22:34:05 GMT -5
((whoa. that's such a weird coincidence. O.O))
"Oh." Christian slumped. "So you do not recall anything? Not of the Moulin Rouge nor your dying desire to become a star? These are not even remotely familiar to you?"
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Post by vox on Nov 18, 2006 22:36:44 GMT -5
*Tristessa blushed a light pink and even went so far as to smile with slight exasperation and bite her lower lip as she thought, before shaking her head.* I...don't know. I do not think I could ever be a star.
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Post by Christian on Nov 18, 2006 22:41:52 GMT -5
Christian nodded. "I see."
He looked up at Tristessa with watery eyes. "It's just that you and Satine bear such a striking resemblance. From your appearances, you could have been twins."
Christian took off his hat and bowed his head. "I am afraid I've made a grave mistake, mademoiselle. I do hope I haven't offended or upset you." His voice cracked as a hot tear slid down his cheek. "I offer my sincerest apologies, mademoiselle. I am terribly sorry."
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Post by vox on Nov 18, 2006 22:47:20 GMT -5
*Tristessa placed a gentle hand on Christian's arm and patted him comfortingly, handing him the notebook she had written in.* Do not let it worry you. I'm sorry I cannot tell you the truth of my past, for I do not know. I lost the ability to speak, you know, with my accident, I assume...and with it any idea of becoming and actress or a singer. I have no voice...so I lost any ambition I might have had to use my voice, I think. *She bit her lip again, dreadfully unsure of who she was.* Oh dear. What if I am this Satine's twin? Have I a sister? A family? What if I am her?
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