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Post by eliza on Apr 19, 2008 16:36:42 GMT -5
reserved for: maggie depaul
Christine's eyes danced across the table she sat at, staring carefully at it and examining all of the different patterns in the wood. It kept her occupied while she was waiting for the company she'd invited, so that was a good thing, right? After all, Christine became somewhat dangerous when she was bored. More so even than when she was being impulsive.
She looked down at the patterns on her skirt, smiling somewhat sadly at any sort of thought that entered her mind. She knew what she was to discuss today, and she was dreading it a bit. Her eyes averted to the window, staring out at the sky, sighing slightly as the heat caressed the delicate porcelain skin of her face. Her eyes flitted from object to object, resting her jaw in her hand.
Margret DePaul had asked her at the most recent ball at the Garnier if she would describe her experience with Erik. She'd also wanted to know if everything she'd heard was true. Instictively, Christine first asked what it was that Maggie had heard, but before the girl had time to calculate an answer, Meg had scuttled over and joined the conversation. After what Christine had discussed with Meg about Erik, she didn't want to bring it up in front of her again. So Christine had decided that she would meet Mademoiselle DePaul elsewhere, somewhere where nobody she knew would be so she could discuss the matter privately.
Flipping a few of her curls over her shoulder, she straightened herself and looked back to the entrance of the building, anxiously awaiting the entrance of her new acquaintance.
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Post by margretleroux on Apr 19, 2008 22:36:35 GMT -5
((So sorry, I don't know any Frnch whatsoever and my spell check only has the English dictionary so i might get some stuff wrong))
Maggie enjoyed the rush that sprintng sent through her. Of course it wasn't quite as nice as normal when Maggie knew she was late for a story, and a very intreigueing story at that. Maggie grinned with reilef when she reached the door of La Cafe Noir and saw Mademoselle de Changey through the window. Maggie grinned and rushed inside. Good afternoon Mademoselle de Changey, Maggie grimmaced and then curtsied. Though disliking to show any sort of curtisy, she decided that it was best to be polite unless Mademoselle de Changey decided not to tell her the story. Maggie sat down and waited politly (no matter how hard it was for her) for Christine to reply.
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Post by eliza on Apr 20, 2008 12:00:34 GMT -5
[ooc: don't worry about it! if you want a somewhat accurate translator, i suggest this one: click]
Christine straightened considerably as she saw Maggie enter, smiling politely as the girl greeted her. "Bonjour, Mademoiselle DePaul," she replied, taking note of the girl's curtsy. Truthfully, Christine was still adjusting to people being so polite to her. After growing up in the Opera, surrounded by deceitful, rude, lying scoundrels (and she wasn't implying anything with that thought) she wasn't used to the kind of formality that the aristocracy deemed mandatory.
Christine leaned forward, towards where Maggie was seated, and nonchalantly spoke in a lowered voice, "And you needn't worry about such courtesy with me, mademoiselle. I appreciate it, though." She straightened herself a bit and smoothed her skirts. Clearing her throat a bit, she looked up at the girl and flashed a smile.
"Now, if I am correct, we came here to discuss something, did we not?" Her smiled faded to a small grin as she awaited the young woman's reply.
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