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Post by Vianne Giry on Nov 14, 2006 23:28:36 GMT -5
*In rehearsal, she called out orders and handed out reprimands as usual, but found her mind to be uncommonly distant, her critical observance waning into idiot fascination with the twirling skirts and flying feet of the corps de ballet. More than once did she have to snatch herself from her reveries, and her anger at her own lack of attention led her to be twice as harsh on the girls.* "Adele! Celeste! More force on your--" *she stopped short in her tirade as a dizzying wave of fog pressed her senses into a languid haze for a moment. As she recovered, she found a multitude of black, brown, green, blue and grey eyes fixed on her in curious amazement.* "Forgive me," *she said quietly, bewildered at herself.* "I--forgive me...I must..." *she said nothing further as the dizziness came again, this time bringing an inky darkness in which she swam for only a moment before drowning in insensibility. The horrified corps de ballet could only look on as their stern and unbending ballet mistress crumpled lifelessly to the polished boards of the stage, her limbs twisted under her falling weight to a strange kind of brokenness. Stagehands rushed to her aid and under M. Reyer's orders, she was borne away to her room and a physician was called for as Madame's face, which was still and white as death, disappeared as the door was closed upon her.*
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Post by Emmy Rossum on Nov 15, 2006 1:34:56 GMT -5
*runs in, points, and laughs maliciously* MWAHAHAHA, I HAVE DONE IT!!1
((Ignore this post, I just couldn't resist.))
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Post by Vianne Giry on Nov 15, 2006 1:57:13 GMT -5
((You impregnated Madame Giry? There's a feat I'd like to see 19th century--nay, "modern"--medicine accomplish.))
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