Odette
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Post by Odette on Feb 25, 2009 12:23:09 GMT -5
Odette's French was near perfect, but she would not know, and assumed that when something was confusing, it was due to her, not to the situation. However, being as Seven was strange and unusual and unused to the Opera House, she deduced more quickly than she might have normally that Seven did not understand.
And her continuing to extend her hand was beginning to upset Odette and make her think she was being obnoxious and rude by not shaking it. Odette reluctantly freed her hand and took Seven's very quickly, as though ashamed, before withdrawing it again and refolding her arms, looking very gravely down at Seven.
"An opera is a theater piece that involves all the dialog being sung. It's a story. It has music and dancing. I am a dancer." She did not explain too quickly, though her voice did not modulate much, and her expression was intent. "This is the Opera House, the building in which operas are performed. Many of the dancers live here. I am the only dancer who does not go into the moonlight because... because the moonlight does things to me."
She was looking to the floor by then.
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Post by seven on Feb 25, 2009 17:51:58 GMT -5
Seven's eyes widened with understand. OH! Now that makes sense... Well more sense then it did before. Looking at her companion she caught the note of restraint and discomfort. It took a moment but she recognized the source. The woman did not wish to converse about her aversion to the Lunar reflection. **Ah! A secret.** She sounded as if she'd just made a discovery. Nobody at the base had secrets, the telepaths had nothing to hide and nobody else could hide anything for long from the passel of clones. But she had read about them and understood the concept, alien as it was to her. **Understood.** She seemed to think of something. **I know dancing, I've seen it in films. If I were to participate in this would I to be allowed to stay in this House of Opera?** She lowered her hand, shifting her weight from one foot to the other as if it were impossible for her to remain immobile for more then a few moments.
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Post by Odette on Feb 26, 2009 12:37:58 GMT -5
Odette frowned and shook her head solemnly. That didn't sound at all the same as Odette's coming to the Opera House from the point of her being extremely young.
"No. I don't think so," she said, unintentionally decisive. She did not know what a film was - at least beyond what one used in a camera, so she assumed this meant some sort of picture - but she knew dancing, and that it took years to train. There was certainly room for a beginner in the dormitories, but not one of Seven's age, which looked to be the same, more or less, as Odette's. "You would have to be a good as we are. And you would have to be able to speak, which you can't."
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Post by seven on Feb 26, 2009 15:27:19 GMT -5
Sevens happy expression dissolved, replaced by disappointment. **Understood.** She said dejectedly. She had been looking forward to the possibility. Due to her training she could do things like stand on point without much effort, and had thought she could be good at it. **Perhaps there is some other method in which I might be of use to the House of Opera?** An inkling of hope filtered through her mentally projected voice. **I have numerous skills at my disposal and I do not require much pay. Room and board would be more then sufficient...** Her expression was pleading. She did not wish to be outside again, the guards that had been chasing her might still be out there.
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Odette
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Post by Odette on Feb 26, 2009 18:27:13 GMT -5
((By the way: I'm sure that Seven could be found a job at the Opera, if that's what you want. However. Odette is really too much of an introvert to much much help to her. I've got a door-shutter here who'd probably take her under her wing - though wouldn't take too well to telepathy - and a singer who'd certainly help her out and wouldn't have telepathy issues at all. Um. You can PM me if you'd like to plot about it.))
Odette stood and looked at her almost warily, not out of an attempt to be rude or unkind, but simply because she was rather suspect of all this and it couldn't quite make sense to her, Seven's working at the Opera House. In Odette's experience, this sort of thing didn't happen. Certainly strange people showed up here frequently, but they didn't remain. And Odette's own strange features were things she wanted to hide.
All she could think of was that Seven could be hid here but it wouldn't be long before she was found out, and Odette did not want the attention. "Come to my dormitory," she said after a moment of scrutiny, face closed, as though shutters had been turned off inside of her head. "You need new clothes."
Odette walked swiftly down the hall without looking back, yet again, as though she didn't want to move in too large a space.
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Post by seven on Feb 26, 2009 23:20:43 GMT -5
Seven followed cautiously. Had she done something wrong? There had to be SOMETHING in this strange place she could do, anything to keep from being tossed out amongst the wolves. Walking swiftly behind Odette she attempted to confirm her usefulness. **I am trained in multiple forms of martial arts, and have full security training. I am skilled at scanning people and gathering information. I am fluent in seven different languages. I can repair multiple types of machinery including most modern automobiles. I can track, I can hunt, I am quite good at finding lost objects. I can read a six hundred page document in three hours and type at 127 Words Per Minute.** She added, desperately attempting to find Something that she could do in order to stay here.
((Sounds like fun! I'll make sure to drop you a line!))
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Post by seven on Mar 1, 2009 12:25:09 GMT -5
Seven looked forlorn. Was she really so undesirable that there was Nothing she could do that would make keeping her around worth while? It seemed like Odette wasn't going to answer her, she wondered what she'd done wrong.
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Odette
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Post by Odette on Mar 1, 2009 16:29:09 GMT -5
Odette, as she marched sharply down the hallway as though a wind-up toy soldier, was growing increasingly uncomfortable and withdrawn by Seven's words. She didn't understand her purpose in saying most of them, or what she was referring to, and was, therefore, made to feel very alienated by them, particularly as she was already really the most anxious of people.
She continued along in silence, feeling uncomfortable with that, too, but not knowing what at all to say to Seven, until she had reached the girl's dormitories. As so many of the girls were either rehearsing or hanging around somewhere else, it was empty for the moment. She opened the door and held it for Seven.
She wasn't certain that Seven would so easily fit into any of her clothes, as Odette was a much taller girl than she, but she might at least try to find her something. She chewed her lip as she pondered where Seven could possibly end up.
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Post by seven on Mar 1, 2009 17:35:01 GMT -5
Seven followed her into the room silently, wondering what sort of clothing would be available. She hoped they had something efficient... Frills had always seemed pointless to her...
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Post by Odette on Mar 1, 2009 18:24:56 GMT -5
Odette moved swiftly to her bunk, which was as Spartan as all the others, for this room was very bare, just the skeleton of homeyness, covered with the pleasant and familiarizing bulk of girls' trinkets and dresses and similar, lugging out her trunk and opening it. Odette's clothes, while made for a very thin build, were also made for a long one, and her clothing was usually very somber and worn or rather typical of a ballerina.
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Post by seven on Mar 1, 2009 22:15:01 GMT -5
Seven looked through the offered garments for a moment, looking for something elegant and simple. She was not fond of dresses, they seemed as if they would limit movement, but that seemed to be all the selection available. Finding a simple one she looked it over. It seemed like it was probably meant to reach Odette's shins, but it functioned as almost a full length dress for one of her height.
((Would you like to pick a dress that Odette would likely have in her wardrobe, or would you like me to find one?))
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Odette
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Post by Odette on Mar 3, 2009 9:38:38 GMT -5
((Well, if she finds one, it won't belong to Odette and Odette will probably not want her to wear it.))
Odette didn't really have any truly sophisticated or lovely clothes, only very simple ones and very frilly ones, none of them new or in good shape, exactly. Well, the dancers hardly made a lot of money, and further expenses were paid by their parents. Those who didn't have any.... Odette's mouth had the usual firm look of one who was used to holding back a spurt of emotion when faced with a threatening situation, and she sat heavily on the bed and looked at her postcards instead, steadfastly ignoring Seven, although in reality aware of any gesture of disapproval she might make, looking at Odette's warddrobe. Well, Seven wouldn't exactly find many of the other girls happily giving up their clothes to a mute albino girl who spoke telepathically.
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Post by seven on Mar 3, 2009 10:59:55 GMT -5
Sevens eyes poured over the garments, unsure how to precede. There were so MANY... Seven had never had more then one article of clothing at a time, and never had a selection before. To top it off, Seven had never been given a "gift" before and had no idea how to respond. There were some lovely dresses that seemed befitting a dancer, but she couldn't see how such an outfit would be terribly efficient. Nor could she possibly bring herself to accept any of the pretty ones with frills. She did not know why, but it seemed....rude. Picking the plainest one she saw (and that she felt Odette would be least likely to miss) she held it aloft. **Might I barrow this one until such a time as I might purchase my own? I will ensure it is cared for and brought back in good condition.**
((The dresses could be rags with bits of lace hanging off and they would probably still be "pretty" by Sevens standards. She's never gotten to pick her own clothing before.))
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Odette
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Post by Odette on Mar 3, 2009 14:17:25 GMT -5
Odette glanced over her shoulder from her postcards, pushing her hair behind her ear as she looked over. There was something vaguely ill-looking about Odette, as though she were a constant insomniac or simply sickly, at least when she was not entirely at ease.
"Keep it," said Odette, still uncomfortable, but seeming to feel at last as though she were where she belonged, a combination of being on her bed and looking at her postcards, which, being her little window into a world she longed to belong to, always made her feel better. Looking at one, which was of a Russian dancer, she abruptly turned towards Seven and showed it off to her.
"Don't you think she looks like me?" she asked, not being snobby, but sounding very sincere.
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Post by seven on Mar 3, 2009 17:52:02 GMT -5
Seven tilted her head to the side, examining the picture. Though obviously of somebody else it DID bare a striking resemblance to Odette. **Perhaps a relative?** Seven pondered. **There is a remarkable resemblance.** Glancing over at the other cards Seven began to look through the images. They all seemed rather antique... No modern cities or current model cars. **Do you enjoy this particular Era?** She questioned, pointing to a picture of what she thought was old London. **It is quite beautiful.**
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