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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Apr 14, 2006 3:18:37 GMT -5
*enters with one unrealistically tiny blue suitcase and looks around in awe, her expressive eyes becoming even larger than usual*
I can't believe I'm actually here! I finally made it!
*takes a few soft steps toward the staircase, still looking around*
Is there anyone else here? Hello...?
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Post by Millicentia on Apr 14, 2006 3:38:33 GMT -5
*Notices another figure entering the building and glides over, lithe figure barely making a noise*
Is she new as well? Maybe we can stick together... do the managers hold walk-in auditions any day? I'm sure they do.
*walks closer to other figure*
Are you new here, too? I just walked in the door hoping to come here to make my fortune, and...
*glances at the other girl's pretty features and turns away, ashamed of her eyes*
And what? We could be friends? No-one would want to be friends with a freak like me
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Apr 14, 2006 3:46:38 GMT -5
*jumps at the sound, having been sure just moments ago that she was alone*
Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't see you! Yes...I am new here. My name is Bonnie-Marie de Chagny and I'm a dancer!
*notices the other girl looking away*
What's wrong? Are you alright?
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Post by Millicentia on Apr 14, 2006 4:14:56 GMT -5
*Steals a quick glance at the girl - Bonnie-Marie from under long, elegant dark lashes, genuinley touched by her concern*
Oh, I'm fine... a pleasure to meet you, Bonnie-Marie.
*extends pale hand with smooth, glossy nails*
My name is Millicentia Acapella Ambrosia. But you can just call me Millicentia. Or Milli. Or Acapella. Or Ambrosia.
*understanding dawns*
De Changy? Are you related to... well, you know... the Vicomte/Viscount/Vicompte/Viscompte???
*pause*
I'm sorry, I hope that wasn't terribly rude. I'm here in hopes of being a dancer, too.
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Apr 14, 2006 4:25:09 GMT -5
*extends her own tiny hand for a shake*
Oh--*blushes prettily*--yes, I am related to the Vicomte. He's my cousin. *smiles sweetly for no particular reason*
You dance too? How wonderful! Perhaps we'll work together and become great friends!
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Post by Millicentia on Apr 14, 2006 4:37:22 GMT -5
Friends? *smooth caramel skin darkens in a slight blush*
Oh... but what if she hates me because of my eyes? Or my KNEES?
*is changed by the few moments spent in the Populaire and the offer of friendship. In a good way.*
Friends... I would love that, Bonnie-Marie. This place seems so full of new life and hope, I am sure that as good friends we shall fufill our dreams! And other things such as that!
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Apr 14, 2006 4:43:45 GMT -5
Oh, I'm so happy! I've never had a friend before, except for Jeeves, my butler.
*eyes darken to the color of molasses at the memory of being kept away from other people for most of her life*
What am I doing? I can't make a friend! She'll find out my secret!
Uh...I, I think maybe I should go...find someone to tell me where I should go to become a member of the chorus...
*turns to go, her dark silky hair swirling around her face*
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Post by Nadir on Apr 15, 2006 1:54:13 GMT -5
POSTING AS KEITA: *Keita stands in the doorway, swaying slightly. She had entered the Opera Populaire from a side-entrance, not wanting to draw attention to herself and the ragged clothes she wears. A dark brown homespun skirt, fully held with a number of thick petticoats, (she thanked the Lord that, however well they served their purpose, they were hidden articles of clothing,) a thick black belt cinching it at her narrow waist, and a light, cream coloured blouse with a wide, scooping neck that fell low upon her shoulders and exposed the tops of her breasts--more out of innocent forgetfulness rather than any attempts at allurement--all this was covered by her long navy blue travelling cloak, the hood of which she had pushed back to expose the tumble of black wild curls that stopped below her shoulderblades. A single gold pendant hung on a thin leather strap at the hollow of her neck, in a large circle, with a blood-red stone set in the middle, etched lines radiating from the centre to form an image of the sun. On the reverse side of the medallion was a pale moonstone in a silver setting--it had belonged to her mother's family, a noble ancestry, and it was said to contain mysterious and awesome powers. In the valise she carried all her wordly goods and a nightgown, along with some changes of clothing and a crimson shawl woven from light, soft wool; another article of her mother's. The only memory of her father she had in the daguerrotype-print of her parents together, creased and faded with time and wearing love. Upon seeing two girls conversing in the grand foyer, she drew back into the shadows of the alcove, her wide, dark eyes blinking in the light that nonetheless streamed into her hiding place. The girl with the heart-shaped face and pixie-ish gait gasped for breath and closed her eyes for a moment, leaning her head back to rest against the wall, exposing the column of her throat and the soft, dusky gold skin that stretched taughtly across the high cheekbones she had inherited from her Arabic mother's blood, where a faint flush stained them rosily.* "I...I must..." *she whispered to herself, trailing off as she tried to gather her thoughts and her courage. She felt something brush lightly across her neck, like a silk scarf being drawn over her skin, and she shuddered at the cool slide of it. Opening her eyes, she glanced all around her, and yet she saw nothing.* "W-who is there?" *She could barely hiss out the words as fear began to choke her in slick, hot coils around her throat. She took a step out of the alcove, when she heard a soft scraping sound behind her. She whipped around to look, and only succeeded in feeling something sharp lash across the right side of her smooth brow, and a noose suddenly swung before her eyes. Keita let out a ringing shriek and even as she fainted, she felt the blood from her cut beginning to run down her face and saw that the noose and whoever--whatever--had held it were gone.*
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Post by Selena on Apr 15, 2006 5:51:33 GMT -5
Selena jumps and spins around.
I am sure that a long black clock just brushed past me and someone whispered in my ear "beautiful"
A girl just screamed next to me. She is very pretty how I used to be before I was emotionally scarred. She reminds me soem of the ladies at court though her clothes are not a fine as mine. To cover up my body I am wearing a green velvet dress which my governess made out of curtains when we were on the run. My short hair is tied back my a green velvet bow.
The girl has fainted. I hope she is alright.
"Wake up. Are you well?"
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Post by Nadir on Apr 15, 2006 13:28:20 GMT -5
POSTING AS KEITA: *Keita's eyes flutter open as she hears a voice speaking gently, concernedly. She stares into the darkness for a moment, then registers a face hovering nearby. She sits up gracefully, her red, pouting lips parted in an O of surprise.* "There was--someone here. They had a noose--I cut my head..." *Keita raises a slim hand to touch the cut on her forehead, hissing in pain as her slender fingers brushed it and came away crimson. She took the corner of her cloak and dabbed at the cut, even as the bleeding began to slow.* "I'll be alright...I have amazing recuperative powers..." *She summoned a brave smile, but her eyes remained leaden and hopeless. It would do her no good to hope for any happiness; not when the past had proven that joy was never to be hers.* "Thank you for your concern," *she murmured, standing and managing to wobble only slightly.* "What is your name, good mademoiselle?"
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Post by Rosette Daae-de Chagny on Apr 15, 2006 14:24:39 GMT -5
*The young girl named Anneke Daae strode purposefully into the Opera Populaire's grand foyer. Her golden-brown curls were swept up under a boy's cap, and although she carried a dress in the rucksack on her back, she was clad in black breeches, a billowing white man's shirt and a long brown overcoat. (Think Eponine, sort of. )* "Hello there," *she called out in a loud voice to the various other girls assembled there.* "Where may I find Madame Giry? She's expecting me..." *Anneke grinned cheekily and rolled her gray-green eyes slightly.* "All this fuss of auditions and such--I'm as good as in the chorus already! I don't know why anyone bothers..."
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Post by Bonnie-Marie on Apr 15, 2006 18:58:55 GMT -5
*turns and sees the foyer full of beautiful girls, pressing a tiny hand to her rapidly beating heart*
Oh my, you all gave me such a fright!
*pauses a moment, then rushes around to greet everyone, her worry that people will find out her secret suddenly gone*
Hello, I'm Bonnie-Marie de Chagny! It's so wonderful to meet all of you! Do any of you know where you're staying yet? I have yet to audition or anything, but surely we'll all get parts and live here together until the end of our days! Let's go and find the dormitories, so we can pick beds next to each other and stay up all night telling each other secrets!
*scurries off excitedly to the dormitories, turning back only once*
Come on, everyone! Follow me! Let's go, let's go!
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Post by Nadir on Apr 15, 2006 19:31:27 GMT -5
POSTING AS KEITA: *Keita stanches the cut on her forehead as it still seeps blood, scurrying after the girl named Bonnie-Marie. She seems to know what she's doing... though Keita as she grabbed her sack of wordly belongings and hurried to catch up.*
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Aria
- In the Duggins -
Alas! What fate has made me an alto?
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Post by Aria on Apr 15, 2006 19:39:07 GMT -5
*enters the foyer through the front door, and stops in surprise at all the girls filling the room. Aria’s hair is tied back from her face in a white ribbon, and she’s wearing a navy dress with white trim and lace. Matching navy shoes, a pair of lacy white gloves, and two moderately-sized cases complete the attractive outfit, though she’s already concerned that the navy might not have been the best choice for a first impression. It doesn’t flatter her coloring in quite the same way her other dresses do, after all.
She saw the other girls rushing from the foyer, and she gave out a little cry of dismay. Surely they weren’t leaving her!*
Oh, please do come back! I only just arrived here, and I don’t even know where to go!
*bites her lip nervously, looking rather pitiable as she begins to fear that they don’t like her.*
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Post by Nadir on Apr 15, 2006 19:41:36 GMT -5
POSTING AS KEITA: *Keita turned back in the doorway as one of the other girls cried out in dismay.* "We are going to the dormitories," *she said, holding out her hand towards the girl with a shy smile revealing her perfect white teeth.* "I am Keita McQuillen. You are welcome to come with us, Miss...?"
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