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Post by Meg Giry on Nov 22, 2008 22:40:54 GMT -5
"I was just on a picnic," Meg gushed. "That's why I'm happy."
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Odette
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Post by Odette on Nov 22, 2008 22:52:01 GMT -5
Odette's spine moved into place as though invisible fingertips, cold and intrusive, had pressed on each ridge of bone until she sat up straight, a prickly feeling along her back. She gravitated towards this news like a moth to light, and while Odette was often the last person to hear gossip or news about other girls, she was usually the most interested, and for more genuine reasons.
"A... picnic? Where did you go?" And she couldn't have gone with the girls, Odette realized; it just didn't seem very normal, and certainly nothing interesting. Meg would not have gotten gushy about it unless it were with someone more out of the ordinary. Her mouth began to form a small "oh". "Was it with..." She almost had trouble getting the words out. "...Um, the man you came here with earlier?"
Odette, bright and wide-eyed, scooted forward on the bed, tilting her head and re-pressing her legs to her chest. She was, beneath skin, in the muscles but not yet on the face, beginning to half-smile. She knew, of course, everyone knew, that it was not uncommon for dancers to go about with men, but she had never thought Meg to do that. And then it struck Odette, belatedly and suddenly, that those sorts of dancers and those sorts of men didn't go on picnics in bright daylight. "Have you got a suitor?" The formal word was foreign and strange, but best summed up the foreign strangeness of the noun it referred to.
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Post by Meg Giry on Nov 22, 2008 23:04:18 GMT -5
"I don't know if-" Meg began, but then she paused and touched her own lips for a moment. "Yes, I think I do," she said, blushing slightly with the realization that he must indeed be a suitor to have kissed her. What did this say about Alexei, though?
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Post by Armand on Nov 22, 2008 23:13:46 GMT -5
(( WHOA TYBALT KISSED HER!? Mercutio is impressed. And surprised. ))
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Post by Magda on Nov 22, 2008 23:22:57 GMT -5
((You'll get to see it happen if we ever finish that scene.))
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Post by Odette on Nov 23, 2008 12:34:15 GMT -5
This was astonishing and wonderful and the news did to Odette's lungs like an accordeon. She caught up with the air necessary in a moment, half of her mouth managing to smile before the rest of it joined in, and scooted forward to step off of the bed and tiptoe rapidly over to where Meg was, where she sat on the nearest bed and reformed her former posture on it, looking up at Meg. "What happened? Please tell me." Her eyes were black and bright. "I am...so happy for you."
And it was sincerely meant, if a little hungry for the knowledge, which Odette would take to her grave. It sounded as though Meg had a great chance at a better life. And Odette had seen too little of the young man to tell whether or not he could possibly take care of Meg, but she would admit that even young couples who had no chance of protecting one another in future were romantic together. Odette had decidedly not been drawn to him at the time she'd seen him - had only glanced up when she'd heard Meg's voice, in fact, from counting her francs - but as she reflected on him now, she imagined his features as a bit softer as he looked on Meg in a sort of lovely pasture, and pictured that he might have been beautiful in that context. At any rate, she could not imagine Meg as being that off the mark in her suitors, and was not one to judge someone she had only glimpsed.
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Post by Meg Giry on Nov 23, 2008 18:14:15 GMT -5
"Well, I was walking, and I ran into him and a friend of his-"
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Post by Odette on Nov 23, 2008 19:06:05 GMT -5
Odette leaned forward further and nodded, licked her dry lips quickly, and said, not having meant to interrupt, "Was he with...you, the other day? I didn't see him."
Then she clapped a hand to her mouth and removed it, glancing downwards nervously before looking upwards and nodding for Meg to go on.
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Post by Meg Giry on Dec 30, 2008 17:28:36 GMT -5
"He came after the last performance," Meg giggled softly.
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Post by Odette on Jan 14, 2009 13:41:38 GMT -5
Odette was staring in a great deal of astonishment, mouth an O. Then it turned into a wide smile, although it did not lose the quality of goggling.
She lifted her hands and they froze, as though she were going to clap and thinking better of it. Instead she clapped them over her mouth almost without realizing it, nervous laughter - nervous because she was not quite certain she was not going to be reprimanded for doing so - escaping against her cold fingers.
"That's - that's wonderful," she breathed. "Oh, Me... Does anyone else know?"
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Post by Meg Giry on Feb 24, 2009 18:07:43 GMT -5
((OH MY GOD WE'RE BACK AGAIN))
"Not yet," Meg whispered.
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Post by Odette on Feb 25, 2009 16:45:46 GMT -5
Odette's posture changed very suddenly, stiffening like a rod (as, while the girls all slouched sometimes, they were taught to hold themselves while dancing). She nodded sharply, then her shoulders hunched slightly and she broke into another out-of-place, but genuine, smile. That she was the first to know - even if it was wholly by accident - was just delightful, and made her feel like she belonged to something, for once.
"Who were you going to tell?" Odette asked, her voice a whisper to match Meg's, even though it was normally soft without her trying.
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Post by Meg Giry on Feb 27, 2009 15:33:58 GMT -5
"I don't know," Meg admitted. "I'm still all a-twitter..."
She clutched the short white gown to her chest and sighed happily.
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Post by Cécile Jammes on Apr 1, 2009 13:48:25 GMT -5
((This can take place... whenever))
The door slammed open, hitting the wall and bouncing back slightly, as Céceile Jammes traipsed in carrying a valise and tugging a trunk behind her. She set a somewhat dingy lace parasol against one of the beds and dusted off her hands.
"I'm home," she told the room at large, unconcerned really whether there was anyone in it (though she preferred that there was. Otherwise, she'd have to do this all over again).
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Post by Odette on Apr 2, 2009 13:17:06 GMT -5
((I am like the thing that never stops posting! XD))
Odette happened to be the room at large, which wasn't saying much for the room. She barely fille the space of her own bed with her presence. Although she looked up, it hadn't really been necessary. Everyone knew Jammes when they heard her. Usually her silhouette itself was recognizable.
She looked down again, returning to her post-cards, which were, as usual, laid out over the bed.
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