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Post by Nadir on Apr 15, 2006 18:12:43 GMT -5
POSTING AS KEITA *Keita gasped at the creeping cold that encroached upon her fair flesh as she descended further into the the depths of the Opera House. Slimey mold covered the walls, and she could hear running water far in the distance. Cold puddles formed in small depressions on the rough stone floor, and she skirted about them to keep from getting the hem of her rough streetclothes muddy.*
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Post by Rose on Apr 16, 2006 0:39:21 GMT -5
Marianne shivered, glancing nervously about her while trying to keep her head high. The other girls in the dormitories had dared her to venture into the underground cellars and dank passages under the Opera Populaire, and, not wanting to look foolish, she had bravely trespassed beneath the surface, despite her gut instinct to stay away. She could hear rats scrabbling faintly in the distance, and she held her lantern forward as if to scare off the tiny creatures.
Suddenly, muffled footsteps echoed in the passage ahead of her; Marianne stopped dead, her heart pounding in her throat. The noise grew louder, her senses heightening until she feared she would burst - abrubtly, a tangle of skirts crashed into her, and another female voice cried out in surprise.
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Post by Nadir on Apr 16, 2006 1:18:06 GMT -5
POSTING AS KEITA *Keita shrieked as she bumped into something solid and breathing and alive as she rounded a corner. Her thoughts flew to her experience earlier that day and her hand flew to her throat as she fell back in slow motion to land rather heavily on the damp passage floor. With the wind knocked out of her, Keita took a moment to gather her wits, blinking dazedly into the darkness, as her candlestick had fallen in a puddle and been doused with a hiss of smoke and water. Her hand fluttered from her neck to her forehead, cautiously probing the cut there, which was already healing quickly and without leaving any marks, thanks to a few dabs of a certain elixer she had compounded herself from secret herbs and kept a small bottle of in her valise at all times. Keita saw a dark shape hovering before her, and heard quick, shallow breathing which was not her own. Looking up, she saw the face of a beautiful young woman, holding a lantern aloft which cast a golden halo around her face.* "Och!" *Keita cried out with relief.* "It's...it's nae...I thought...och I was bein' a wee bit foolish, is all. Gave myself a bit of a turn." *Keita shook her head a little and laughed at herself, but the laughter was a bit strangled-sounding, as her adrenaline was still pumping feverishly through her veins. Nonetheless, her laugher was clear and ringing as golden bells in the dark, damp passage--bringing a feeling of warmth and well-being to all who heard it. Keita saw the other young woman had been just as terrified as she--and she visibly relaxed a little at Keita's laughter and even cracked a smile.* "Och, forgive my rudeness..." *Keita scrambled to her feet, brushing herself off and shaking off the water that had seeped into her thick skirts, then holding out her hand.* "My name is Keita McQuillen...Miss--?"
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Post by Nadir on Apr 17, 2006 16:46:43 GMT -5
POSTING AS KEITA *Keita gathered herself.* "Excuse me, please, I hate to be rude...but...I need to...go." *Keita rushed off and blindly made her way to the roof ad hot tears burned and blurred her vision.*
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Post by Rose on Apr 17, 2006 20:18:20 GMT -5
Marianne was surprised at the other girl's quick departure. It would have been rather comforting to have someone's arm to clasp while venturing through the crypt-like passages, but Keita McQuillen - was that what she said her name was? - had become abruptly distressed and fled the scene.
In fact, that didn't sound like a bad idea. The cold was getting to her and Marianne shivered, turning on her heel quickly and hurrying back the way she came.
After winding her way through the maze of passages, she arrived at the short flight of steps leading up to the world above with a sigh of relief. She almost raced up them, as if unseen eyes were watching her from behind. But as she reached the top and set her foot down on the landing, a jagged pain shot up her right leg and she let out a high, stifled cry. She halted, placing her small hand on the wall and sucking in a breath to quell the sharp agony. After a moment, it passed, and she placed her foot back on the floor gingerly.
She thought the injury had long since gone. But apparently, old wounds never heal...
No... no. She did not want to think about that. She grit her jaw and hurried back to the dormitories.
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Post by Parisa on Oct 7, 2007 17:10:01 GMT -5
**NEW NIGHT**
*Parisa slipped down the passageway, looking exceedingly beautiful in the dim light.*
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Post by Julian on Oct 7, 2007 17:11:55 GMT -5
((You looking for anyone in particular? Like...is Julian ok?))
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Post by Parisa on Oct 7, 2007 17:16:41 GMT -5
((Julian is great! ;D ))
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Post by Julian on Oct 7, 2007 17:22:29 GMT -5
*Julian remained cloaked in shadows, watching the girl enter, brow arched. His haunting disembodied voice drifted about her.*
"And just what are you looking for, mademoiselle?"
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Post by Parisa on Oct 7, 2007 17:25:34 GMT -5
*She glanced around, her dark eyes seductive as she tried to see where the voice was coming from.* Escape, monsieur.
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Post by Julian on Oct 7, 2007 17:32:19 GMT -5
*Julian suppressed a smile, remaining hidden as he watched her.*
"Sweet lady, whatever from?"
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Post by Parisa on Oct 7, 2007 17:33:42 GMT -5
Memories, I suppose. And...myself. *She spun slightly to look around, her body moving sensuously.*
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Post by Julian on Oct 7, 2007 17:36:21 GMT -5
*Julian tilted his head to the side, observing her coolly.*
"Then you will find no solace her, mademoiselle. I fear you carry those with you."
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Post by Parisa on Oct 7, 2007 17:37:40 GMT -5
Not so, monsieur. There are ways to forget...
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Post by Julian on Oct 7, 2007 17:40:16 GMT -5
*Julian's voice grew closer, sounding as if he was whispering in her ear, even though he was still safely hidden.*
"And what might those be?"
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