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Post by Tybalt on Sept 14, 2008 21:04:32 GMT -5
"No- why do you ask?"
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Post by Meg Giry on Sept 14, 2008 21:21:18 GMT -5
"Would you be interseted in going up to the roof?" she asked coyly, folding her arms behind her back.
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Post by Tybalt on Sept 14, 2008 21:25:21 GMT -5
"Oh, all right," *he said, nodding curtly.*
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Post by Meg Giry on Oct 10, 2008 1:48:51 GMT -5
"They've got bees," she chattered as she started down the hall in the direction of the nearest passage to the roof. "When you go up there, it's all buzzing and such. I like bees, actually, with their funny little fuzzy bottoms. They won't actually hurt you if you don't hurt them first. And they're willing to die for their hive, which is such a human emotion. Dying for one's family, I mean. And the only thing the keepers really have to worry about is if the bees from one hive accidentally meet the bees from another. I don't know how they know, but they do, and the poor little fuzzies end up killing each other for no reason other than belonging to different hives. They're all bees, though, so I don't understand it. But that's why the beekeepers have to be careful."
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Post by Meg Giry on Oct 10, 2008 1:55:34 GMT -5
She had no idea that what she was saying might cut deeper than she imagined, and was bouncing along with all the cheerful self-assurance of her age when she suddenly stopped, ran back to the dormitory again for a moment, and returned with a small card of some sort in her hand.
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Post by Meg Giry on Oct 10, 2008 1:59:37 GMT -5
"I almost forgot- I have an autograph card now!" Meg exclaimed happily, holding out the colorized photograph of herself in her slave girl costume.
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Post by Tybalt on Oct 13, 2008 18:56:44 GMT -5
*He took the picture and examined it.*
"It's lovely," *he said with a smile.* "Thank you."
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Post by Meg Giry on Oct 13, 2008 19:10:03 GMT -5
"You can keep it," she said softly. " I have a whole stack." And immediately, this scene developed background music for anyone who'd seen or heard Tanz der Vampire.
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Post by Tybalt on Oct 13, 2008 19:12:30 GMT -5
But does she have a sponge for him?
"I'd be glad to," *he said, tucking it away in a pocket.* "Thank you very much."
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Post by Meg Giry on Oct 13, 2008 19:18:46 GMT -5
She stood there for a moment, just sort of smiling at him.
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Odette
- Masterful Virgin -
Odile to her gentlemen friends.
Posts: 34
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Post by Odette on Nov 22, 2008 20:54:19 GMT -5
*NEW DAY*
It was late enough to be night but not late enough to be late night, and the girls who weren't rehearsing were mostly out - particularly as the circus was in town for a month. Odette, however, had meekly refused the offer to accompany a few of the girls and was sitting, awkwardly spider-like with her legs crossed, on her bed in the ballet rats' dormitories, looking over her postcard collection with the knuckle of her index finger in her mouth, shoulders hunched to the point of turning the jut of her collarbones into something abnormal.
She was still in her white practice leotard and long, stiff skirt, but had pulled on boots and a long coat, both black enough to contrast very sharply with this. It was almost as though she, while she was not headed out, had gotten dressed up to pretend as though she were, although she obviously was not going out in her rehearsal things. She had been out earlier that day, though, and as long as anyone, Odette included, could remember, Odette was always inside at night, as though terrified of who she might run into outdoors. It had long since stopped being considered weird - or, if nothing else, was not longer considered obtrusively so. Others rarely commented on it, and that would have to be enough.
Without parents, Odette did not have any allowance money like some of the other girls did, but she managed to find the odd coin here and there from errand running for other girls or its like, and what she collected, she saved up for her postcard collection. Her most recent two she had gotten two days before, and had not yet gotten to show the other girls - they were of Bernhardt and a Russian grand ballerina, and Odette looked forward to the beginning of the week, when she could advertise them with a bit more success. Odette liked to show off her postcards; it was the most attention she got from a large crowd of girls. Other than that, she had to speak to them one at a time; she did poorly in large crowd, except when she was dancing.
She was not expecting anyone to be in now, however, and spread her postcards out with one hand to look at them intently, her expression still but almost wistful, although quite unreadable, even for those who had seen her around for years.
((tag Meg!))
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Post by Meg Giry on Nov 22, 2008 21:10:23 GMT -5
Meg practically skipped over to her bed and pulled the key to her part of the shared wardrobe out from her bedside table.
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Odette
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Odile to her gentlemen friends.
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Post by Odette on Nov 22, 2008 21:23:32 GMT -5
Odette was greatly startled at the sudden movement and noise, although it was somewhat pleasant in the otherwise empty space, and looked up with momentary alarm to see who was there. Her expression warmed when she did, although her smile was somewhat awkward, as though her mouth had not entirely figured out how long the expression was meant to be held. She was glad to see Meg, of all girls, although Meg's actions made her slightly fearful and put-out, as it looked as though she were ready to go rejoin the group.
Odette hugged the back of her elbows and tilted her head, her wish to make a connection overriding her natural social discomfort. "You... You seem happy," said Odette, trying to make conversation. She spoke a little slowly, as she always did, sounding as though she chose her words carefully due to being foreign, which could be easily guessed of her. In truth, she was always just a little cautious and conservative with words, which she had never entirely managed to make sound light and carefree, although she rehearsed very hard.
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Post by Meg Giry on Nov 22, 2008 21:54:55 GMT -5
"I am, you silly goose," Meg said blithely as she fetched her practice uniform from the wardrobe.
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Odette
- Masterful Virgin -
Odile to her gentlemen friends.
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Post by Odette on Nov 22, 2008 22:21:47 GMT -5
"Oh - oh," said Odette, in her low, almost stuttering voice, put off a little by this rather unresponsive response, as she could not find a way to work around it into another question. It seemed very rude and nosy to ask why, and it also sounded desperate, and Odette began to nervously run her long fingers through her long, sleek hair, tangling it a bit, like string. It if had been someone Odette knew less well, she would have fallen silent again; and even having known Meg half her life, it took a lot of courage to muster before she could speak again.
"I - you - why?" She pulled her knees up, disrupting her layout of postcards a little as she did so, and wrapped her arms around her legs, resting her head against them. She shut her eyes as though pausing just a little while, sleepy, her eyelashes a little drowsy-seeming as they fluttered. "I bought - some new postcards, the other day." It did not exactly make her happy, but it did cheer her up. "That's the sort of thing... that makes me happy..."
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