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Post by Sydney on Sept 11, 2006 18:23:23 GMT -5
"Well...I know I didn't choose this life either..." Syd said with an apathetic sigh. "But it's done wonders for my pocket book so yea...I don't really mind..."
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Post by László on Jun 8, 2009 12:59:44 GMT -5
**NEW DAY**
Although Mercutio had all but invited him in, László hadn't dared tried to waltz into the opera house on his own until some time had passed. Staying outside had been so ingrained that it had taken him that long to overcome that block.
So here he was--being sneaky, as even though he had an 'in' he still had the hard-to-shake feeling that he was in a lot of trouble just for setting a foot inside. As he wandered about backstage, though, the anxiety slowly melted away as he become more and more absorbed in his surroundings. Not just the opera house, but the workings that went on behind the curtain.
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Post by Rosalind on Jun 9, 2009 11:05:24 GMT -5
Rosalind had been at varying times more and less cautious about behaving in a gendered fashion since the blowout with Mercutio (since which they had not spoken, and she both desperately longed and desperately dreaded to see him around the Opera house). While at times she felt as though behaving in a boyish way - like Ganymede, whom she missed, but who she did not feel all the time that she needed to be, a strange thing - she sometimes pushed it down and remained an uncomfortable girl in trousers. This very commonly led her to her missing petticoats with a fierceness that startled and saddened her. At other moments, however, she became brash and sharp and sly, although nothing like she had been in the past.
And maybe, she thought beneath this veneer, if Mercutio saw her again he would not object to it.
Having dared take a break from shutting doors - which was not something everyone exactly noticed she did anyway - and skipped around downstairs, perhaps hoping she'd run into a certain other redhead or perhaps just hoping for human companionship in general, she had been naturally drawn to the backstage area, where she'd never been before. Certainly her two dear friends - this thought unfortunately brought a wince - spent a lot of time here. Goodness, there were a lot of curtains.
She was about to start to hum or something when she noticed a pair of shoes beneath one of them. Someone dawdling, gazing. Not doing their work. Her heart thumped with a kind of panic because her young brain naturally flew to someone in particular, someone with a tendency to - when he was not flopping manically all over the place like a goldfish - lope like a wolf and appear abnormally at ease with his surroundings. But the panic turned rather quickly into excitement, and without thinking, she beamed at the figure and stood prepared to pounce for when he stepped out from behind the curtain.
Because once he did she immediately leaped onto him, throwing her arms about the figure with a great laugh and a big boisterous "Hiiiiiii!!"
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Post by László on Jun 9, 2009 11:13:33 GMT -5
László had been debating with himself, wondering if he should dare start climbing around on ladders and poking about in the flies. He'd finally decided to hell with being timid and had set out to climb up when someone popped up out of nowhere and threw their arms around him. He stumbled backwards with a cry of surprise, then grabbed the nearby curtain in an attempt to regain his balance.
"ahhh...excuse me!"
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Post by Rosalind on Jun 9, 2009 11:24:53 GMT -5
It was rather obvious too quickly that it wasn't Mercutio she was hugging, but unfortunately it was a little too late to take the introduction back, as he - whoever he was - stumbled back and she took an awkward tumble with him. She'd leapt on him, after all, and he was very tall, perhaps even taller than that fickle fiendish friend of hers, and therefore she had to slide to touch the ground.
"Ohmygod. I thought you were - "
She was trying to extricate herself from the human tangle of limbs so hard that she only seemed sort of clumsy at first.
"I'm sorry."
She wasn't actually as embarrassed as she could have been. But it had occurred to her that considering how they'd parted, throwing herself on Mercutio would doubtless have been a bad idea too, and she was actually fervently thankful he was not Mercutio.
((By the way. Her hair is in a braid and it is not tucked up, if that helps. Prolly a French braid.))
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Post by László on Jun 9, 2009 11:31:50 GMT -5
"That's all right." He said softly, steadying her until she got to her feet. Once she was stable again, he stepped back, brushing his hair out of his face, which had typically chosen that moment to fall in front of his eyes.
"No harm done."
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Post by Rosalind on Jun 9, 2009 11:36:02 GMT -5
"I thought you were somebody I knew," Rosalind repeated breathlessly, braid swinging. She brushed her own hair out of her eyes and smiled, self-conscious but not enough to not really be smiling. "Well, I guess I know you now. My name is Rosalind, good sir," she said, thrusting her hand towards him to shake, the other slipping into her pocket casually.
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Post by László on Jun 9, 2009 11:38:18 GMT -5
"Oh...I don't think I've been mistaken for someone before." He said with a small smile, shaking the offered hand.
"I'm László."
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Post by Rosalind on Jun 9, 2009 11:52:03 GMT -5
"I could not see save for your shoes," Rosalind pointed out. "Are you a...?" she asked with a gesture at the surroundings, not able to recall the word for the life of her, even though she knew someone with the position at the Opera. "You know. Able-bodied hauls-the-sets and seduces-the-maids-with-a-bulging-forcep?"
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Post by László on Jun 9, 2009 11:53:36 GMT -5
The smile turned into a big grin, and he gave a little laugh at her words.
"No, I'm just a visitor. Seeing the sights backstage."
He was an authorized visitor, in so much as Mercutio could authorize people to be places.
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Post by Rosalind on Jun 9, 2009 12:07:28 GMT -5
Rosalind suddenly thought of something, knowing that it was her job to keep doors shut to keep visitors out.
"People who come in through the Foyer usually loiter about the auditorium," she noted.
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Post by László on Jun 9, 2009 12:09:39 GMT -5
"But, I've already seen the auditorium. And...and I have an open invitation to the opera."
Well, time to see just how far he could get by dropping Mercutio's name.
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Post by Rosalind on Jun 9, 2009 12:12:10 GMT -5
Rosalind looked vaguely surprised, eyebrows lifting. "I had not heard of that."
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Post by László on Jun 9, 2009 12:14:25 GMT -5
"From...Mercutio?"
Well, there it was--the test.
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Post by Rosalind on Jun 9, 2009 12:28:29 GMT -5
There was a very obvious parade of emotions and expressions on Rosalind's face in response to that - further surprise which escalated into blank shock and then something almost hurt (like a young girl who had been snubbed by someone she adored hopelessly) and then a sort of incredulity and then something that nearly dared to be joy.
"But naturally!"
And she swung an arm around him again rather chummily, except with a rather girlish element to it somewhere despite the otherwise tomboyishness. "A friend to Mercutio is a friend to me. He would extend an open invitation to the Opera to more or less anyone," she added on with a confidential eyeroll to no one in particular.
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