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Post by Ghislain on Mar 15, 2009 19:01:44 GMT -5
Ghislain paused. ((As did his suethor when she read that.)) After a moment, he spoke just as easily. "On the one hand, I have always been particular, but on the other, when honoring the good Lord in such humility, I do take what I can get - even - " a not-unkind smile blossoming, one that hinted at marvellous badness to come - "being quite heavily fallen upon by stagehands in the hallway. And I don't think I'd scorn a lad with a vicious elbow, either." With a lazy, languid gesture, still in his Pierrot-mood, which was one of many that could overtake him, he stroked the side of his face by the corner of his mouth as though wiping something away from it. "You know, a good many tricks can be done with the elbow..."
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Post by Mercutio on Mar 15, 2009 19:22:19 GMT -5
"I am sure you would not," Mercutio said, flashing a smile. "If only you could see this lad's elbow. It is such a tender little thing. Quite striking. Practically a legion unto itself, so rosy and so quick; he is new, I think to this whole elbowing thing. If only he knew you. Ah, well, Lent's only 40 days." The outwards spiral of his hands, towards the gracious before-mentioned ladies- "Are we to go, sir, and test our reserve? If I don't have a pillow tonight, tears or no tears, I will be most grieviously disappointed."
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Post by Ghislain on Mar 15, 2009 19:50:43 GMT -5
((Bianca and Popular: With Armand. Because Armand is in her in-crowd and he gets to sing the harmony parts. The bridge is so woe-is-me-everyone-uses-me, don't you think?))
Ghislain's smile became, in a subtle manner, slightly more pronounced to hear Mercutio speak. Wit was one of the few things that would invariably attract or draw him to anyone; good looks alone was no guarantee of anything. Of course, wit did not guarantee like, simply his company; but Mercutio was off to a good start.
"Then you ought to have a pillow. You ought to have two, I would suppose... Heloise!" Ghislain called, moving fluidly into that, waving her over, and Jeannine too, though he hadn't called her by name. Naturally, being the sorts of girls Ghislain knew them to be, they took certain notice of Mercutio, being as he was very tall and very lean and very exotic with his Judas hair. "Well, I like a wizard. Let's see some magic, shall we?"
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Post by Mercutio on Mar 15, 2009 20:00:18 GMT -5
(( Uh. I was thinking when Marius came ot her and asked her to open his house and make it full of people and life and such. ))
"But-" And here a startled faux-shocked expression as Mercutio looked at him, blue eyes full of guile, "I can't do it when you're watching me." He appealed to the girls, quite effortlessly, as he'd barely turned and there they were. Hands spread- "The expectation, la-dies, it curdles my resolve. Would you have me so tongue-tied?"
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Post by Ghislain on Mar 15, 2009 20:06:35 GMT -5
((It could go there. *ponders* But I hadn't intended to include that scene.))
Under his breath, but speaking directly to him, Ghislain said, "I said I'd sworn off men. That doesn't mean I don't intend to watch."
Heloise and Jeannine fell into perfect posture, the one staying quiet and twirling her hair while the other put her hands on her hips and looked him over.
"Depends on what that tongue does."
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Post by Mercutio on Mar 15, 2009 20:14:19 GMT -5
(( All right. It works either way. That's just the first thing that occurred to me. ))
Mercutio's lips spread in the most amazing, delighted smile, as though there was nothing more now or ever that made him as happy as this girl had with her answer; he'd heard Ghislain, but he paid him no attention. Instead, there was a hand over his heart, in the sincerest and most touching way, all of which was, of course, exaggeratedly so, down to the very slow way that Mercutio closed one eye in a wink. "I assure you, it's no fun without it."
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Post by Ghislain on Mar 15, 2009 20:20:02 GMT -5
Jeannine, strong and lusty girl that she was, continued on like this while Heloise hung back and looked pouty, finally flouncing over to Ghislain, who gently pushed her away, or maybe a little less gently than most men might shove a lady.
"Can't, beloved, I've sworn off women for Lent, and you know what a saint I am," he said in a low, teasing voice, nonetheless not drawing attention away from Mercutio and Jeannine in his words. Heloise had some words of mock-bored protest to say to that, but Ghislain merely said, "This one's a heathen, though," in a very airy suggestive way, and leaned back as though bored against a prop to keep watching.
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Post by Mercutio on Mar 17, 2009 7:17:31 GMT -5
Jeannine was great fun. Mercutio was enjoying her very much. She reminded him a bit of Rosa in a playful mood, except Rosa was hardly ever in a playful mood. Right now he was trying to convince her, through lots of sweeping sudden arm movements and his usual overplayed "charm," that practice was overrated, so was manual labor, and that, no, he had barely touched a woman here yet, he was that kind of gentleman. Also, that he'd been a little wary ever since that one particularly hard-eyed girl had threatened him with a two-by-four. That, he assured her, was completely not his fault. But- appealing to Heloise now too- did either one of them know who such a girl was? Mercutio let them speculate.
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Post by Ghislain on Mar 24, 2009 14:41:51 GMT -5
They didn't actually need to speculate for very long, not knowing whether or not he was serious, and assuming that he was. Jeannine started laughing, while Heloise looked smug, and Ghislain, who leaned against a piece of scenery beside them, watching his handiwork with his usual calm, smiled slightly, thinking of the same.
"That's Lizzie Borden for you - " said Jeannine before she started again, and Heloise crooked a finger at Mercutio.
"A lizzie indeed. Don't go near her. They say she got her parents with an ax..." She drew her finger over her throat swiftly. Ghislain, who, like the rest of the Opera House, had seen the newspaper coverage of the gristly case, leaned forward and tapped his nose knowingly.
"And Mercury here's already found both the most amorous girls of the Opera house and the more murderous. Well, everything else will be a disappointment, won't it?"
Heloise and Jeannine scoffed at him but Jeannine leaned on Mercutio's shoulder coyly as though she'd become faint and was simply resting.
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Post by Mercutio on Mar 24, 2009 15:55:39 GMT -5
"Lizzie Borden, hm. Alas, it would be such a fun, pub-wench sort 'o name were it attached to anyone but her," Mercutio said, with something very much like a sigh. "But she is very much not a pub-wench sort o' girl. An ax murder, oh? How thrilling. But nothing's been said of two-by-fours, has it?" To his credit, Mercutio was very casual and seemingly absent in his arm snaking around Jeannine's waist, a "thoughtless" gesture as he watched Ghislain while Ghislain spoke and smiled when he was done, a small, pleased, lazy sort of smile. "Aren't I lucky," he said lowly, and slanted his eyes down at Jeannine and winked.
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Post by Ghislain on May 6, 2009 10:22:09 GMT -5
Ghislain wondered if the infamous Lizzie Borden was the girl Mercutio spoke of, or if he had made the whole thing up, and a sort of warm feeling of kinship that he was happy to ignore blossomed beneath his breastbone in the same manner as a wound opened beneath water, blood dissipating in a burst of red, like petals. He did like the sort who could make up stories on the spot.
Jeannine and Heloise were just a couple of the more infamous dancers, and they did not take the same kind of wheedling or trickiness that more girls did; but that did not mean they could not appreciate it.
Heloise laughed sort of delightedly, a mildly shrill but nonetheless seductively airy tone to her voice, at Mercutio's flirtation with her friend, and hung back on Ghislain's shoulder casually while Jeannine pouted at her and leaned her rather more-ample-than-was-necessarily-liked-on-a-dancer against Mercutio's chest. "You think so?"
"Prematurely, one might add," Ghislain offered, slipping his hands into his pockets as he leaned back against a setpiece, batting his elbow at Heloise when she tried to slip her hand into one of his pockets, too.
"Oh! Ghislain!" Heloise said, her turn to pout. "You don't think this is a good place for luck? Where would you have us go?"
Jeannine stage-whispered to Mercutio something about one of the singers being off doing something, said in a rather suggestive way that implied boyishness and more lizzie-like behavior* and which ultimately meant that her dressing room was unattended au moment, but Ghislain said rather airily, to no one in particular, something about how overrated the dressing rooms of lesbians were.
Prompting, thusly, Heloise to break out with - "Ooh, don't tell us you've found someplace new. No, do!"
And Ghislain replied that he had, indeed, rather ambiguously, although in truth it was a place he'd found at some much earlier date and simply hadn't shared with them. He did not consider himself anything near a sleuth, no, but every so often in his excessive love of the damned Opera he found the occasional passage that most people were not aware of. And they were very good for those kinds of amorous adventures, if you liked that sort of thing.
Mercutio'd better, if he was going to keep such fair company.
((*aka a reference to Alex.))
((I love NPCing easy ballet dancers. I really, really do.))
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