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Post by Teja on Oct 21, 2009 8:14:36 GMT -5
Light shone on the girl's glasses, and she leaned her shoulder against the wall beneath the lamp, absent-mindedly flipping through a paperback copy of the novel The Vampire Lestat, apparently scribbling in it. It was pressed against the wall so she could have a firm background to write upon.
When she heard footsteps she shut it loudly and quickly stuffed it into a large pocket on a long, swinging black coat.
"No peeking!" she demanded of the girl behind her.
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Post by Maggie on Oct 21, 2009 9:57:41 GMT -5
"I wasn't!" the approaching girl replied indignantly, although in fact she had been trying quite hard to be sneaky in her approach for just such a reason. Dressed just as conspicuously (for the 19th century, at least), Maggie had been most pleased by the discovery of her suethor powers and abused it shameless for jeans and vests. She was wearing both now, as well as enough antique-looking jewelry to sink a ship.
But putting aside this obvious aspersion on her character, Maggie glanced behind them, then to the door of the rehearsal room, then back at Teja. "Are any of them here yet?" she asked, with an expression on her face hat could best be described as devious.
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Post by Teja on Oct 21, 2009 10:36:20 GMT -5
Teja eyed her critically.
"I don't know how I didn't hear you from halfway down the hall, and no, I'm not looking at your chest," she said after giving the multiple necklaces around Maggie's throat a once-over, her own hidden by the collar of the long black coat. "I haven't seen them. I think none of them is going to show up until both of us are here, for dramatic effect. If I'd watched them show up, I'd have had to write a long intro post, which would have been really dull as I was anxious for you to reply."
She took off her glasses and thumbed at a spot on them with a frown. This, of course, was the cue for the first victim visitor, a long and deformed shadow in the hallway which transformed itself into a mostly well-formed though handless young woman, to show up around the bend.
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Post by Maggie on Oct 21, 2009 11:34:24 GMT -5
Maggie paused, blinked...smirked. "If you say so." She noticed Lavinia a few seconds after Teja rubbed at her glasses and took several steps sideways behind a nearby pillar. This was particularly surprising, as there hadn't been a pillar there before, and certainly not one beside a rehearsal room, but reality tends to be as suethors want. After a second or two, Maggie grabbed Teja by an arm and hauled her behind the pillar too.
Shortly behind Lavinia was another figure, and another- the red-haired Mercutio, look dazed and holding a kitten, and George Boleyn who, unlike Mercutio, was looking around quite casually as if he was gently but insistently pushed into the Opera house every day.
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Post by Teja on Oct 21, 2009 11:43:05 GMT -5
Teja almost spoke quite scathingly to Maggie - accidentally; she'd have felt wretched about it later if she had -
It was only once she looked up that she noticed the procession. Following George Boleyn was a girl with cropped red hair and boy's clothes with her hands in her pockets, mouth formed as though she'd been whistling and had only just stopped, and behind her was a fine pair - endearingly clueless Tsuzuki with a girl named Miranda on his arm, who appeared to know precisely what was going on and who gestured with a languid but swift lily-white hand as she spoke to him in a low voice words he would probably not remember hearing later. Behind them came in Tybalt with a bouquet of roses he looked very anxious about, as they were wilting slightly.
There did not immediately appear to be anyone behind this lot, but then the sound of horses-hooves was heard in the hallway and a strangely huge and commanding black beast showed up. A boy in a white suit hopped off it and arranged his hair with thin fingers before tripping along after everybody else. The horse nearly knocked into a man in a trench coat and fedora who might have frowned at it or looked affronted, if his posture was any indication; his features were hidden by a complex mask. Muttering to himself, he went into the room cautiously.
By this point Teja had remembered she could do whatever she wanted, and had made her glasses clean less by suethor magic than by convenient-suethor-reality-switching and was staring from behind the pillar with a smile growing on her face that she seemed ultimately rather embarrassed about.
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Post by Maggie on Oct 21, 2009 11:55:56 GMT -5
Erin Harper and Kayla were next, chatting quietly and somewhat cautiously to one another as original characters are wont to do. Then there was the pop of Apparition, and Maggie stopped cackling maniacally to herself long enough to wince at the bout of surprised and extremely vocal cursing as another Erin Harper found himself not where he wanted to be.
She hardly had time to begin again as a light, cold hand descended on her shoulder, another hand on Teja's. "What are you doing?" a small blonde woman all in white asked, gazing wide-eyed over their shoulders at the procession beyond.
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Post by Teja on Oct 21, 2009 13:51:05 GMT -5
Teja glanced over at Notre Dame in surprise. She seemed, in person - or, um, in personification - considerably whiter and almost luminescent. Her eyes were, anyway, whatever color Maggie arbitrarily decided that they were.
"I'm watching," said Teja. "Maggie has something in her through or something and is making curious noises to unlodge it."
She shot Maggie a too-sweet smile, gently pinched the other girl's forarm, and gazed in another sort of fascination at the next one who showed up, mostly because she'd once thought she'd known what this character looked like long enough to be picky about it, and now, as he moved smoothly past the second Erin with a facile and nervy smile, looked like Gaspard Ulliel.
She quickly counted on her fingers and figured there were still two... three? more to go on her side. One of them would be here soon, in enormous confusion, though that was his usual state. The other two would arrive late - one of them arching a blond eyebrow and hiding very well how unsettled he was to find himself there, almost moments before the doors would be locked, and the other after things had already begun.
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Post by Maggie on Oct 21, 2009 14:08:46 GMT -5
Maggie shot Teja a muted glare as Notre Dame, indicating casually that she was not heading slowly towards the room because she had to, but because she wanted to, moved on past them without the slightest further interest. She went in with Erin, who seemed spurred by the fact that he had this pale, strangely unnerving woman on his heels.
Maggie, like Teja, was also counting in her head, and so it was that now she drew back even more behind the column as Armand, his face contorted in a fierce scowl and his fists clenched at his side, came slowly skidding down the hallway, his heels dragging with every step as he tried to fight the force that was drawing him in. She peered after him as he disappeared into the room, parts of the wooden door frame splintering under his fingers. Laughing a little, nervously, she said, "I think that's the last of mine."
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Post by Teja on Oct 21, 2009 15:30:06 GMT -5
"It is not the last of mine," Teja whispered. "Not by a long shot, but luckily I'm not sending all of mine in."
As she spoke these words, another vampire appeared, this one a streak of white and red that suddenly became a still picture, too-still, peering into the room with an intense expression of cloudy concentration before he disappeared inside of it in another streak (he would be in a minute later completely bewildered and spooked and silent to realize that he had no idea how he'd come to be there, and no recollection of the way in, or what day it was).
This looked like the last, but Teja held up her index finger boredly to indicate one more. Certainly enough, rather late in, so that he might have provoked the others to consciousness before the door could be shut on their mutinous rage at being found in a room, an exceptionally beautiful and rather jaded-looking young-appearing man came down the hallway. As though to give the impression that this was his decision, and he had made this appointment - doing a good job of hiding what the suethors knew to be fact, that he was terrified out of his mind by this peculiar pull he could not even remotely fight - he pulled out his silver pocketwatch and checked it before going in.
Teja gave Maggie a hug of triumph - and because she knew Maggie would love his silver pocketwatch, since she'd mentioned it just to make Maggie squee - and did a little jig in the hallway as the door shut behind Dorian Gray.
It was a very fateful door-shutting.
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