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Post by Harry Flashman on Feb 12, 2009 11:03:58 GMT -5
Some people, Flashman thought with a bitter grimace, might go their whole life without ever waking up with a thumping head in a place of which they have no recollection. It seemed to happen every few weeks to him of course.
"Confound the tart," he grumbled, taking a guess as to how he had got into this predicament, though he had no idea what the events of the previous night had involved. He stumbled to his feet and looked around the room, wincing against the headache that was pounding in his temples like a couple of mad Flamenco dancers had moved in.
The room he was in looked like a dressing room belonging to some theatrical female. He'd been in enough to recognise the signs. He managed to find his own trousers screwed up into a ball in the corner of the room and pulled them on as rapidly as his aching cranium would allow him. Hardly counted as properly dressed but since the only other clothes in here were in the wardrobe and belonged to some female or other the alternative was likely to be more problematic.
Padding across to the door, Flashy peered out into the corridor hoping to avoid whatever trouble had brought him here.
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Post by Christine on Feb 12, 2009 21:28:54 GMT -5
Christine had gone back into the dressing rooms to find where on earth her purse had gone (making a mental note never to leave it within reach of certain cast members again) when she saw a man in evident distress. She desperately hoped Erik hadn't taken up his old habits...
"Are you alright, sir?"
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Post by Harry Flashman on Feb 13, 2009 5:17:46 GMT -5
Damnation and bugger my luck, thought Flashy as he was hailed. He'd hoped to be able to sneak away without attracting attention, at least until he managed to find more clothes at least. He turned in the direction of the voice.
Could be worse, Flash he realised, Damn fine looking piece, and probably not responsible for crimping me, given the way she spoke up. Still... even if she was... Time to lay it on thick, methinks.
Flashman drew himself up to his full imposing height and gave the woman his smile.
"Good day to you ma'am," he said, "Harry Flashman at your service. Don't suppose you know where I could get m'self a new shirt do you?"
He wouldn't offer an explanation for his shirtlessness unless he was asked. Hopefully by then he'd have thought of some creditable lie.
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Post by Christine on Feb 13, 2009 11:47:25 GMT -5
Christine paused for a moment, a bit confused, but decided there were some things she was better off not knowning.
"Well, there are the male dressing rooms..."
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Post by Harry Flashman on Feb 13, 2009 12:28:46 GMT -5
Flashy blinked.
If he'd thought about it, he'd have realised that there were dressing rooms for male performers too, but oddly enough in all his experiences backstage (and there had been several, on at least three continents) he'd never found one. Dressing rooms for females by the score of course.
"Capital!" he said happily, clapping his hands. "Would you be so kind, madam? Don't believe I've had the honour of your acquaintance up to now. Do call me Harry," He offered her his arm.
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Post by Christine on Feb 13, 2009 12:40:03 GMT -5
She took his arm- he'd need help if he was truly as disoriented as he seemed. She supposed her purse could wait...
"I'm Christine Daae, sir."
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Post by Harry Flashman on Feb 13, 2009 15:43:55 GMT -5
Daae? he thought, Sounds Nordic, should have guessed from the looks. Nothing to do with Schleswig-Holstein I hope. Had enough of that debacle to last a fellow a lifetime. Rot Bismarck.
"Absolutely charmed," he said out loud, "Pleasure to meet you Mam'zelle. Very kind of you; you must let me reward your hospitality. This evening perhaps?"
Nothing ventured, nothing gained. A looker like this probably had admirers aplenty but Flashy wasn't one to be daunted by some effete Frog stage-door Johnny.
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Post by Christine on Feb 15, 2009 0:01:37 GMT -5
She couldn't help blushing- he was a charmer, whatever reason he might have had for losing his shirt. Still, she had Edward to think of.
"That's very kind of you sir, but I'm afraid I'm involved with someone at the moment."
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Post by Harry Flashman on Feb 15, 2009 3:40:22 GMT -5
Rot and damnation.
"Well I would imagine so," said Flashy with a guileless smile, "and I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression, Mam'zelle, but I was only hoping to be able to repay your kindness. Didn't have any untoward motive behind it don't you know."
Not more than 'very' anyway. Gad she moved well, and that blush of hers spoke well too of fun to be had.
"I'm sure whoever you're involved with at the moment," may as well remind her of her own words, "isn't the jealous and controlling sort. You look far too wise to get involved with anyone like that, what? He wouldn't want to stop you having a perfectly innocent meal, surely?"
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Post by Christine on Feb 15, 2009 9:25:36 GMT -5
Christine wondered about that- Ed had certainly never shown any sign of jealousy, but she wondered if this might be different.
"I suppose I could ask him..."
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Post by Harry Flashman on Feb 15, 2009 9:35:26 GMT -5
"Well I suppose you could," said Flashy marvelling slightly, "if you think he's likely to be alarmed by a simple friendly gesture."
He sighed a little.
"It's good of you to help me out Mam'zelle Daae," he said, "but what a shame I can't repay your kindness just because some fellow is too jealous to let you out of his sight."
And since a bit of soft soap rarely went amiss even on the Nordic types (Duchess Irma for instance drank it up like champagne), he added. "Can't say I blame him though; a beauty like you.. well..."
He bit his lip as though to stop himself continuing and nodded severely.
"You're probably right," he said, "better not offend this fellow, if he's the unreasonable sort."
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Post by Christine on Feb 21, 2009 19:41:56 GMT -5
"Well..."
Edward had been seeing Mary a great deal, even if they were working on a movie. And the truth was, she'd been getting lonely.
"Perhaps one meal. As friends."
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Post by Harry Flashman on Feb 22, 2009 10:00:15 GMT -5
"Nothing finer in the world!" exclaimed Flashy happily, imagining half a dozen far finer things that might result, "Would you do me the honour of naming the time and place, and I'll make all the arrangements."
Better that way, he could gauge a lot from the sort of place she chose... and he'd lay odds it was going to be somewhere discreet. Also it would give her a home-territory sense of safety which was always a nice pre-requisite when planning a boarding action.
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Post by Christine on Feb 24, 2009 15:33:06 GMT -5
((I probably should have sent an unattached girl your way...))
"There is a cafe near the opera- I could make arrangements after the rehearsal tonight."
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Post by Harry Flashman on Feb 24, 2009 16:44:30 GMT -5
((Hell no, appalling failure is all part of Flashy's lot at times, he don't take it personally))
"Capital," replied Flashman happily, "that sounds ideal. And rehearsal eh? Sing a bit do you?"
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