Johanna
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Post by Johanna on Sept 1, 2008 19:57:15 GMT -5
*She refrained from gasping when he touched her.*
"I.. well..."
*She resignedly pulled out a manuscript of the first few pages of her version of the novel.*
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Post by Christian on Sept 1, 2008 20:04:21 GMT -5
"Brilliant," he remarked, quickly taking the papers from her before she could change her mind.
His eyes snapped back and forth rhythmically as he skimmed across the words. At the end of the first page, Christian looked up at Johanna and smiled.
"Silly? I think you are silly, mademoiselle. Why, so far, it's a wonderful piece. As I'm sure the remainder of it is."
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Johanna
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Post by Johanna on Sept 1, 2008 20:05:54 GMT -5
"It's really only a rough manuscript and it's before any of the interesting things happen anyway..." *She turned bright red.* "Oh, I shouldn't have shown it to you."
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Post by Christian on Sept 1, 2008 20:08:06 GMT -5
"But I'm glad that you did," he said, returning the papers.
"Don't be ashamed of what you can accomplish."
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Johanna
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Post by Johanna on Sept 1, 2008 20:10:38 GMT -5
"Well it's not ever going to come to anything anyhow." *She said softly, almost resignedly.* "I'm going to get married to someone suitable, and I'm going to live out the rest of my days as wife and mother. Writing isn't exactly part of that plan."
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Post by Christian on Sept 1, 2008 20:14:26 GMT -5
Christian furrowed his brow.
"But you can be the change you desire. Who says that it's mandatory to marry and settle into such a monotonous cycle? You say what goes and when."
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Johanna
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Post by Johanna on Sept 1, 2008 20:17:35 GMT -5
"It is what is expected of me." *She said simply.* "It's what my family wants and it's what's best for me in the end."
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Post by Christian on Sept 1, 2008 20:20:22 GMT -5
"Okay," Christian said, leaning in closer.
"Listen to me. What's best for you is out there in the world. You determine what's best for you, and don't let anyone else tell you any different."
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Johanna
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Post by Johanna on Sept 1, 2008 20:22:28 GMT -5
*She merely blushed again.* "What I want may be out there, but what is best for me is not always the same thing." *She said, with a sageness beyond her 17 years.*
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Post by Christian on Sept 1, 2008 22:55:01 GMT -5
"You know what? Forget what's best for you, then. Follow your happiness and where your heart leads you."
Christian gazed pointedly at the path leading from the nearly empty town square.
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Post by Meg Giry on Sept 2, 2008 19:53:17 GMT -5
***NEW DAY***
Meg had been enjoying her day off so far. It was a good opportunity to get to actually eat for once, instead of the bare nibbling the ballet girls had to sustain themselves with on performance days. The prevailing wisdom was that nobody liked a fat ballerina, and that the quickest way to get to that point was to spoil her with food.
But there was no-one here to see her as she walked down the little cobbled alleyway in Montmartre with a large strawberry tart from Alexei's mother's shop in one hand and a basket full of bread and cheese in the other.
Meg took a bite from the tart as she rounded a corner. She could hear two men arguing some distance away, and her nose wrinkled in displeasure. Some people just had to air their dirty laundry in public...
But as the men came into view, Meg saw a familiar head of long dark hair and wiry body.
"Tybalt?" she called, hoping he would hear her. When he didn't respond, she tried again, and was again ignored.
Meg watched him argue with another young man (tall, lanky, and with carrotty red hair) for a moment, hoping she would be noticed, before realizing with a sigh that politeness would get her nowhere at this point.
"Hello, Tybalt," said Meg, shoving her way right between them.
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Post by Mercutio on Sept 2, 2008 20:09:10 GMT -5
Mercutio had Tybalt by the shirtfront, hissing in his face, his eyes narrowed and hard. He hadn't intended to make this a public spectacle- he hadn't even noticed that they were.
"Did you think I was in jest?" he was saying. "That your temper would be tolerated in return for nothing? You should take care, Tybalt- " He cut himself off when Meg shoved in between them. His eyes widened when he saw who had interrupted them, his hand falling from Tybalt's collar in surprise.
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Post by Tybalt on Sept 2, 2008 20:25:46 GMT -5
*Taken by surprise, he stepped back, straightening his collar.*
"This isn't a good time, Marguerite," *he said through clenched teeth.*
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Post by Meg Giry on Sept 2, 2008 20:35:38 GMT -5
"I would have thought this kind of shameful display beneath you, Tybalt," Meg scolded. "You, fighting in public?"
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Post by Mercutio on Sept 2, 2008 20:38:54 GMT -5
A small smile was beginning to curve over Mercutio's lips. He stood, hands behind his back, and watched as Tybalt got scolded.
He didn't say anything, not yet. He was behaving himself.
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