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Post by Philippe on Jan 24, 2008 5:41:07 GMT -5
"They were done by men of genius."
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Post by Rebecca on Jan 24, 2008 5:41:55 GMT -5
"What of that? I make no claims to genius, but you said yourself I draw well, and what difference would being a woman make?"
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Post by Philippe on Jan 24, 2008 5:42:44 GMT -5
"As you are female and unmarried it is inappropriate that your mind be dwelling on such things and even WERE you married, it would be unseemly in public."
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Post by Rebecca on Jan 24, 2008 5:43:53 GMT -5
*She snorted.*
"One would think you were English, monsieur. Such hypocritical prudery! We had life classes in Italy and no one thought a thing of them. They were just another lesson to be learned."
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Post by Philippe on Jan 24, 2008 5:44:18 GMT -5
"And your parents know of your...life classes?" *he asked with some disbelief.*
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Post by Rebecca on Jan 24, 2008 5:46:44 GMT -5
"No," *she said quickly, in a quieter voice, glancing back towards the room she'd left.* "And there's no reason they should. They were not...officially a part of the curriculum. For the girls. The boys' classes were allowed to... anyway...we'd meet in Lina's room some evenings after we were supposed to be in bed and then draw straws to see who would have to pose. There was no harm in it. Please. Don't tell Maman."
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Post by Philippe on Jan 24, 2008 5:54:59 GMT -5
*Philippe frowned in silence for a long while before he plucked the folded paper from her hand and held it to one of the gas lamps in the hall, letting it curl into a black crumble before he dropped it to the floor and set his heel upon it.*
"Let's see, shall we?" *he asked as he turned and left. Somehow the idea of having Vianne's daughter indebted to him in this small secret-keeping made him feel more secure. Of what, he could not say.*
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Post by Rebecca on Jan 24, 2008 5:58:04 GMT -5
*Rebecca scowled at his retreating back and went back to the rehearsal room, her mind working furiously. What was his problem? HE had been openly ogling La Sorelli. She'd only meant to tease him for it. And now she'd gotten herself into this mess and if he told her parents she was fairly certain they'd lock her in her room until she died. Never mind that her parents would probably die before she did--in her eyes, they'd live forever if only to see her punishment through to the end. Besides, in the 'verse, everyone's age freezes at some point in their mid-thirties, at the latest.
Chewing on her thumbnail in a manner eerily remeniscent of her mother, she curled up in a corner with her book, trying to draw but not really feeling like it.*
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Post by Erik on Jan 25, 2008 11:27:27 GMT -5
((I like Rebecca. I wish I could think of someone to interact with her, and that you were around more.))
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Miss Jane
- In the Duggins -
We do not look in our great cities for our best morality. %\1\%
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Post by Miss Jane on Jan 25, 2008 11:28:21 GMT -5
((I'm around while you're sleeping...))
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Post by Erik on Jan 25, 2008 11:46:29 GMT -5
((I know. 'Tis sad.
And creepy. Stop watching me.))
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Post by Rebecca on Jan 25, 2008 11:50:52 GMT -5
((I realized just now how creepy that could sound, taken out of context.))
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