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Post by Meg Giry on Sept 2, 2008 17:47:18 GMT -5
"Can you believe that they make us go all the way up here even after we've practically danced our feet off?" Meg asked Tybalt on the way to the ballet dormitories. The dancers' rooms were nestled above the auditorium, making it several stories' climb just for the girls to get to bed.
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Post by Tybalt on Sept 2, 2008 19:09:35 GMT -5
"It hardly seems fair," *he said, shaking his head. The climb hardly gave him any trouble, but the climb must have been strenuous for delicate young ladies.*
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Post by Meg Giry on Sept 2, 2008 19:54:34 GMT -5
"I don't know what old Garnier was thinking..."
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Post by Tybalt on Sept 3, 2008 18:04:55 GMT -5
*He shook his head.*
"Terrible. How much further?"
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Post by Meg Giry on Sept 3, 2008 18:12:06 GMT -5
"Just a little ways up here..."
She walked ahead of him and down a small corridor that smelled rather heavily of talcum powder and perfume, then pulled open the door.
The sound of at least fifteen chattering, screaming, noisy young girls erupted from the open door.
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Post by Tybalt on Sept 3, 2008 18:22:09 GMT -5
*The noise and crowd wasn't quite what he'd expected. It was like the sound you'd hear at the gates of Hell. He stepped to the side to avoid the stampede.*
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Post by Meg Giry on Sept 3, 2008 18:23:59 GMT -5
"Oh, come in, we're all decent," Meg sighed.
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Post by Tybalt on Sept 3, 2008 18:31:05 GMT -5
*He stepped in cautiously, avoiding eye contact with the twittering ballet rats.*
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Post by Meg Giry on Sept 3, 2008 18:36:45 GMT -5
As soon as he was through the threshold, there was a chorus of screams about a man in the dormitory, and the girls that weren't already staring at him looked up, with expressions that could have been horror or awe.
"Has anyone seen my striped ribbon?" Meg asked loudly over the din. She started looking around and was quickly distracted by a bottle of rum sitting by one of the beds.
Meg made a "it won't be long" gesture at Tybalt, then pounded back at least a quarter of the bottle.
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Post by Tybalt on Sept 14, 2008 20:08:13 GMT -5
*He stood uncomfortably off to the side- didn't she realize that that was alcohol?*
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Post by Meg Giry on Sept 14, 2008 20:19:32 GMT -5
Meg wiped her mouth with the back of her hand as she set the bottle back down. She glanced around for a short moment before finally spotting the ribbon on another girl's nightstand, and she climbed over several beds to get there and secure it for herself.
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Post by Tybalt on Sept 14, 2008 20:25:12 GMT -5
*He tried to ignore the girls that kept glancing at him and whispering behind their hands, letting out a shrill giggle every so often. It was such a shame that someone like Marguerite had to spend time with such empty headed twittering creatures-*
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Post by Meg Giry on Sept 14, 2008 20:40:08 GMT -5
Meg tied the bow in her hair.
"And we're off!"
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Post by Tybalt on Sept 14, 2008 20:48:23 GMT -5
*He left the room with a sigh of relief and waited outside for her to catch up.*
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Post by Meg Giry on Sept 14, 2008 20:50:44 GMT -5
"Are you afraid of heights?" she teased.
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