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Post by Vianne Giry on Oct 11, 2006 14:58:52 GMT -5
"That is a shame," *said Mme. Giry.* "The Vicomte does not mind the prospect of dying without an heir? Will you adopt, perhaps?" *She shook her head.* "You will be very lonesome in that house."
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Post by Rose on Oct 11, 2006 15:03:09 GMT -5
"I am not lonely," Marianne replied. "I am out most of the day, and besides, I have a dog to keep me company. I love dogs." She eyed Madame through her lashes. "And, of course, my dancing. How grieved I am that I have lost the child, but if there is to be one silver lining in the cloud..."
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Post by Vianne Giry on Oct 11, 2006 15:07:20 GMT -5
*Mme. Giry shook her head.* "Marianne, you mistake the matter. You will not be returning to the Opera, ever." *Her glance shot to Marianne's eyes.* "I hope you have not done anything rash, my child."
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Post by Rose on Oct 11, 2006 15:08:40 GMT -5
The smile faded from Marianne's face. She was not sure if she had heard correctly. "I beg your pardon?" Her voice was both icy cold and raw with shock.
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Post by Vianne Giry on Oct 11, 2006 15:11:04 GMT -5
"I thought I had made myself clear earlier--I cannot have married women on the corps de ballet. I have had to let Arielle Laurence go as a result of this, as well." *Madame Giry looked intently at Marianne as a chill settled over her, raising the hairs on the back of her neck.* "Marianne..." *she said slowly in a low voice.* "...what have you done?"
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Post by Rose on Oct 11, 2006 15:16:48 GMT -5
Marianne felt as if all the blood had drained from her body. "You... you said I could not dance because I was pregnant!" she protested feebly, her hands beginning to shake.
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Post by Vianne Giry on Oct 11, 2006 15:18:38 GMT -5
"Naturally that was part of the reason--but I also explained that as a married woman, it was unseemly. And as married women as young as yourself can usually expect children, it is reason enough to dismiss them from the corps sooner rather than later." *Madame pressed her lips into a thin line as she perused Marianne's countenance.*
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Post by Rose on Oct 11, 2006 15:21:58 GMT -5
"Well, I cannot have children, the doctor said it was unwise... so that is no problem now, you see? And surely it isn't unseemly, what could be wrong about a married woman dancing, Raoul has his own affairs and I have mine..." Marianne explained, realizing she was babbling but unable to stop the words tumbling out.
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Post by Vianne Giry on Oct 11, 2006 15:25:01 GMT -5
"I cannot afford to make exceptions, Marianne. If it were that I would allow married but childless women to remain on the corps de ballet--there are some girls so ambitious that they would stop at nothing to keep their place, and I fear that very greatly. I will not have people putting their lives at risk and damning themselves through their actions in order to dance. And dancing does not last forever." *She looked sadly at Marianne.* "Cherish what is left of your marriage, for it is all you will have."
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Post by Rose on Oct 11, 2006 15:27:51 GMT -5
Marianne picked up her skirts and fled.
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Post by Vianne Giry on Oct 11, 2006 15:28:54 GMT -5
((OH SNAP! MURDERESS! *is having major Possession flashbacks*))
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Post by kayte on Oct 11, 2006 17:05:59 GMT -5
((*plays violin mournfully in the background*))
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Post by emo!Rogue on May 27, 2009 16:22:10 GMT -5
**NEW DAY**
Jack was... off, somewhere. Being Jack. Jack was awesome, but Rogue knew Jack needed to do his own thing sometimes. They didn't even know each other well, not really, and after he'd sung... well, she'd trusted herself a lot less.
She wrapped her arms around herself now, remembering how she'd wanted to touch him.
In the meantime, she wandered. There was food to be found, and shelter, but Rogue couldn't help but wish there was something more.
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Raven
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My mind is never troubled.%\1\%
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Post by Raven on May 27, 2009 16:34:00 GMT -5
Although Raven was used to generally freakish and disturbing things happening to her, this one had taken her by surprise. It wasn't so much "frightening" (it took a lot to scare Raven, as had been seen) as "annoying".
As of yet, she'd no idea where exactly she was, other than that this was a theater, clearly. She wandered herself, cloak gathered about her, looking around at the details even back where nobody would notice them. The carven gargoyles, leering faces in the walls...okay, she could almost feel at home here.
Turning a corner, Raven abruptly stopped, taking a hasty step back to avoid colliding with someone else comingaround the corner. Well, as much as she didn't like general interactions with strangers (she reflected, eyeing up the newcomer), this could potentially be useful. "You...you wouldn't be able to tell me where I am, would you?" she monotoned, as always.
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Post by emo!Rogue on May 27, 2009 17:03:59 GMT -5
Rogue had jumped back--it was instinct at this point, but not of such long standing that it appeared natural, yet--but now eyed the strange girl with equal parts curiosity and teenage resentment. It was difficult, but one could pull it off if one was unaware of it.
This girl wasn't from around here.
"The opera house," she said. "In Paris," she supplied after a moment, because while she risked getting her head bit off by someone who knew they were in Paris, she felt the chances were good that this was another stranger trapped here.
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