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Post by Selena on Apr 15, 2006 6:01:17 GMT -5
"And this is your room"
*Selena stands nervously at the door*
The room is full of other beds.I have never shared a room with anyone before[/i
"Thank you Mr Andre"
"No problem Mademoseille, You remind me of my own daughter Selene"
*Mr Andre leaves. Selene takes her bags and opens them. She takes out a few dresses, blue, purple and red. A pearl hairbrush and a ivory comb. Then from the other bag she takes out a few breeches and mens shirtS, A ruby encrusted sword and a bow and arrow. SHe chooses a bed and hids them under the mattress. *
Now that is done I think I will explore
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Apr 15, 2006 19:02:14 GMT -5
*enters from the foyer at breakneck speed and throws her tiny blue suitcase on the bed next to Selena*
Hello, I'm Bonnie-Marie de Chagny! I'm going to sleep in this bed, is that alright? I guess we'll be sleeping next to each other! *jumps onto the bed and snuggles down, smiling excitedly and Selena*
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Post by Nadir on Apr 15, 2006 19:39:28 GMT -5
POSTING AS KEITA *Keita pokes her head shyly into the dormitories.* "Is this where we stay?" *she asks quietly, stepping further into the room.*
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Apr 15, 2006 19:42:59 GMT -5
Oh good, you came!
*jumps off the bed and looks as if she's considering hugging Keita in her excitement, but seems to decide against it* She barely knows me, after all...
I think this is where we stay...there are beds here.
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Post by Nadir on Apr 15, 2006 19:54:49 GMT -5
POSTING AS KEITA "Lovely," *Keita murmured, setting down her sack on the other unoccupied bed beside Bonnie-Marie. True, I do not know any of them very well, but they're the closest thing to friends I have at the moment... *Wiping her sweaty damp nervously itching palms on her full skirts, Keita began to unpack her sack, placing her belongings in orderly lines. She had a few extra dresses, some clean white nightgowns, the red shawl of her mother's, along with another, heavier shawl of dark grey wool. Stockings, underthings, an extra pair of slipper-like black shoes, as opposed to the heavy winter boots she had worn for travelling. A handful of books, the picture of her parents, and a small box containing the jewelry that had belonged to her mother, which Keita had never any occasion to wear. She only wore the sun and moon pendant because it made her feel safer, somehow, protected and closer to her mother. It also made her dreams clearer and less terrifying. Keita sighed as she recalled her dreams--she wondered if they would come while she slept at the Opera House. Often prophetic, these dreams had plagued her in their horror and beauty for as long as she could remember. Keita shook the dreams from her memory and delved into the sack again, taking out her toiletries--a smooth bristled brush and comb set carved from dark mahogany--another legacy of her family, they had belonged to her father's mother...her grandfather had been in the navy and brought the wood back from Africa to have it fashioned into the comb and brush. A small cake of soap and some towelling worn thin from use. A simple dressing gown padded the bottom of the sack. The last thing in her sack was a small portable writing desk, a sealed ink well, and a bundle of writing paper, some fresh quills and a sharpening knife, as well as some blotting papers and powder.*
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Apr 15, 2006 20:16:18 GMT -5
Oh yes, I should unpack too...
*opens her tiny blue suitcase and begins extracting things. Five minutes later, many expensive-looking dresses in various colors and a beautiful lacy white dressing gown are strewn on the bed, and the shelf above her bed is decortaed with her pink satin pointe shoes, a framed picture of Jeeves, an ornate oil lamp, and a bonsai tree.*
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Post by Rosette Daae-de Chagny on Apr 15, 2006 20:22:04 GMT -5
*Anneke burst into the dormitories, the door swinging open before her with great force and whackingthe wall behind it with a bone-jarring thud.* "Hello all!" *She threw her rucksack under the bed that lay under the round, open window with wrought-iron and had flowing white fabric as a canopy. Her sister had described everything in great detail in the letters that had come to her as a surprise at the orphan asylum--telling her that she was to take her place at the Opera Populaire--Anneke knew this was the bed that had belonged to her sister, Christine. Although they had only met once at Christine's recent wedding, Anneke felt a strange kind of kinship with her priviledged elder sister. No bitterness about the harsh life she had suffered in the asylum. After all, it hadn't been Christine's fault that they had been separated when their father had died. Madame Giry had promised to come back for her, evidently, but Anneke had been lost in the shuffle and had wasted away for years at the orphanage, waiting until the day someone came to take her away. She had practiced her ballet dancing in secret, promising herself she'd be prepared when they came for her. Her movements were not refined or trained, but she had a stern discipline for her body and a natural kind of grace that showed she would catch up very quickly as she trained in the corps de ballet.*
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Apr 15, 2006 20:24:32 GMT -5
Hello! I'm Bonnie-Marie de Chagny! *rushes over, hand extended*
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Post by Rosette Daae-de Chagny on Apr 15, 2006 20:29:35 GMT -5
*Anneke took the girl's hand in her strong grip and shook it heartily.* "I'm Anneke. Anneke Daae. I just got here. I'm probably the youngest one here, but I intend to work hard to make up for it." *Her grin was wide and all-encompassing. Sheer youthful energy poured off Anneke in waves.*
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Apr 15, 2006 20:38:26 GMT -5
Oh, your determination is so charm--wait. Did you say "Daae"? Your name is Daae?
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Post by Rosette Daae-de Chagny on Apr 15, 2006 20:42:39 GMT -5
"Yes." *Anneke beamed again.* "It's a very rare name. My father was a world-famous violinist. He's dead now. I have stuggled. I have prevailed. Now I'm here."
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Post by Rose Devereux on Apr 15, 2006 20:44:48 GMT -5
*Rose had just arrived back to the Opera from her ride. She still wore her emerald green riding habit, and ahd been on her way to the dormitory when she heard voices from inside. Walking through the already open door, she found several other girls chatting happily amoungst themselves. Smiling to herself, she made her way to her own bed, wish was placed on the opposite wall, below a small window. Pulling her rather large trunk out from under it she lays out gowns on the tidy bed before pulling out a stunning day dress made of a deep earthy brown, which tied in with her auburn locks perfectly. gathering the gown in her arms she ducked behind a changing screen to get out of her green riding habit. five minutes later, Rose emerged, her hair pulled back into a french braid and tied off with a matching brown ribbon.*
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Apr 15, 2006 20:48:40 GMT -5
*gasps* Are you related to Christine Daae, then? My cousin just married her!
*notices another girl coming out from behind the changing screen and rushes over* Hello, I'm Bonnie-Marie de Chagny! I'm going to be a dancer here soon!
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Post by Rose Devereux on Apr 15, 2006 20:53:34 GMT -5
*rose smiled warmly at the eager Bonnie-Marie* "Rose Devereux" *she answered, her voice like velvet*" you're becomming a dancer?" *she inquired*, "Oh, that's wonderful! A word of advice, if you want to be able to walk at the end of the day, don't annoy Madame." *Rose winked one green eye and turned back to her bed to organize her gowns*
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Apr 15, 2006 20:59:02 GMT -5
Yes, I'm so, so, so excited! This will be my first time ever taking real ballet lessons! I used to take them from my butler, Jeeves. *runs back to her bed and grabs the picture of him* This is him!
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