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Post by Iris on Sept 3, 2008 19:41:12 GMT -5
Within the past few minutes, Iris had come to two conclusions.
The majestic building that she had entered was most certainly not a church. In addition to feeling foolish for mistaking the largest structure in the area for a house of God; Iris realized she had no idea where to go. She would have to do a bit more searching if she wanted to find a place to stay for the night.
The second conclusion was a bit more frightening than the possibility of having to sleep in the streets that evening. Iris had become conscious of the fact that she was very much alone and penniless in a foreign country. The poverty and awkwardness in distant lands was not unfamiliar, but the solitude certainly was.
While sudden, the epiphany was, in a way, comforting. There was no Ruth or Clara or Margarethe for her to mind. The decisions she made from now on affected only her. The thought was quite liberating.
Iris absentmindedly scratched the back of her ankle with her left foot before turning on her heel and striding out of the gigantic doors.
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Post by Meg Giry on Sept 3, 2008 20:44:46 GMT -5
Meg, on the other hand, was headed inside after her tart with Alexei, and with only ten minutes until she was expected in her practice costume and stretching, she was in a full-blown run.
Had she not been a dancer, she would have looked plodding and graceless. As it was, she looked a bit like a leaf skidded across water by wind. Or rather, she did until she collided almost perfectly head-on with another girl who was leaving the building, sending them both quite roughly into a heap on the floor.
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Post by Iris on Sept 3, 2008 20:52:30 GMT -5
It took Iris a few seconds to remove her feet from the tangle of human limbs that had collected on the floor. Holding one hand to her spinning head, Iris extended the other to the girl on the ground.
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Post by Meg Giry on Sept 3, 2008 20:55:37 GMT -5
"Sorry," Meg began, pulling her skirt over her exposed limbs before taking the other girl's hand and letting her pull up. "I was in a bit of a hurry- are you all right? Your eyes seem a little unfocused."
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Post by Iris on Sept 3, 2008 20:58:45 GMT -5
Iris inwardly kicked herself for turning down the French lessons Clara had offered her so long ago.
“I’m fine,” she stammered uncertainly. Her accent was horrendous, she knew.
“I’m used to spills. Are you hurt?”
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Post by Meg Giry on Sept 3, 2008 21:00:04 GMT -5
"I'm a dancer," Meg said cheerfully. "I thrive on pain."
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Post by Iris on Sept 3, 2008 21:04:45 GMT -5
Iris let her mouth curl into a small smile.
“We artists must suffer for our passions. It’s a price, but it’s a fair one.”
She paused for a moment.
"Though I suppose I haven't had the chance to do any real suffering for my art. Yet."
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Post by Meg Giry on Sept 3, 2008 21:07:32 GMT -5
((I sent you a PM.))
"And what's your art, then, clogging doorways?"
Before the other girl could respond, Meg put a hand over her own mouth in apologetic horror.
"I'm sorry- that was beastly of me."
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Post by Iris on Sept 3, 2008 21:11:35 GMT -5
Her smile widened and Iris let out a short bark of laughter.
“No. You compliment me. I hear that clogging doorways requires much more practice than running into complete strangers.”
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Post by Iris on Sept 3, 2008 21:12:43 GMT -5
((I got the PM. Thanks Megan! I'm Amelia, by the way.))
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Post by Meg Giry on Sept 3, 2008 21:15:14 GMT -5
((Hi Amelia! Welcome to our little corner of crazy.))
"Are you sure you're all right?" asked Meg, gathering up a few tendrils of golden hair that had fallen from her bun when her hat was knocked askew.
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Post by Iris on Sept 3, 2008 21:18:53 GMT -5
Iris immediately stopped staring at the girl’s hair and shook her head, as if she was shooing away a particularly bothersome memory.
“I beg your pardon?”
(("Corner of crazy" XD))
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Post by Meg Giry on Sept 3, 2008 21:20:55 GMT -5
"I wanted to make sure you're all right," said Meg as she finished fixing her hair. "I may be used to walking about with small fractures, but you likely aren't."
((I'll be replying from my phone for the next while, so if you see me disappear, don't worry- I'm coming back.))
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Post by Iris on Sept 3, 2008 21:32:10 GMT -5
Iris followed suit and tried to untangle the rat’s nest that was her hair. Her fingers instantly snagged in the greasy mess. She knew she should have brought a brush with her.
“You didn’t do any harm,” Iris replied as she desperately began yanking at her forearm.
“But I do need help with directions, if you would be so kind.”
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Post by Meg Giry on Sept 3, 2008 21:36:58 GMT -5
On the one hand, Meg was running extremely late as it was. But on the other, she'd get chewed out just as thoroughly for two minutes'tardiness as for twenty...
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