Hana Fujioka
Chorus Girl/Boy
I'll keep you company...
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Post by Hana Fujioka on Mar 30, 2008 23:11:06 GMT -5
He was away... he had been for some time. Hana really did not like being alone and his absence only made it worse. Hana understood that he was a busy man and she also understood that he expected her to remain within doors of their apartment, unless accompanied by him...of course. Paying no mind to this rule Hana had ventured out into the Parisian streets. Being disobediant was something Hana was unused to and she felt a pang of guilt over the situation.
The day was beautiful! A bright warm sun shone overhead and it would have been a shame to have missed it. France was a very different place from her birthplace of Japan. Not only was the language different but the customs and way of life where too. Hana quietly walked through the crowded streets her ears open to the strange language, which she knew little of, and her eyes open taking in her new surroundings. The young oriental girl seemed very out of place among the parisians her dark hair flowed freely past her shoulders shockingly contrasting with her pale skin. The only thing about her that did not seem out of place was the french style gown she wore.
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Post by eliza on Apr 2, 2008 22:59:09 GMT -5
Fresh air... that was what she needed. She needed it desperately after realizing just how cage-like the Opera seemed. It wasn't that she didn't love it or anything, but after the relaxed days she'd spent in the aristocracy, being somewhere that was constantly buzzing with life was almost... foreign. It had almost baffled her that she'd grown up there, even if walking through the doors again for the first time in three years meant finally returning home - to the place where she really belonged.
Picking up her skirts carefully, Christine continued through the streets. Perhaps this wasn't the best place to come for fresh air - after all, most of the streets in Paris, from what she remembered, held the stench of garbage mingling with whatever fragrance was put off by a shop. The mixture of fresh bread and rotting vegetables was not the most spectacular combination one could think of.
The young woman paused momentarily when she noticed a woman who seemed all together quite... different. She was beautiful, more beautiful than Christine could've ever imagined any woman to be. She almosted felt the child-like envy flaring up inside of her. She'd always been jealous of the pretty girls in the Opera, the ones that attracted the attention of the men. True, Christine had attracted attention... but she'd attracted the attention of two particular men, both of which had it set in their minds to claim her as their own.
Christine quickly discarded these thoughts. The fact that she hadn't seen Erik anywhere yet was beginning to upset her. Perhaps she'd missed the ad in the Epoque? No, she'd checked the Epoque every day... Either way, she wasn't going to allow any of this to upset her - not when she was having a lovely day so far. Slowly, Christine approached the previously mentioned woman.
"Bonjour!" She chimed happily, a smile lighting her face as she stopped a few feet away from the woman, waiting. Normally, she wouldn't have simply approached some random person she'd never known, but the aristocracy had obviously changed her - in more ways than one.
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Hana Fujioka
Chorus Girl/Boy
I'll keep you company...
Posts: 31
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Post by Hana Fujioka on Apr 10, 2008 15:28:59 GMT -5
For nearly an hour Hana had been wandering the Parisian streets simply enjoying her escape from a small dreary apartment. Her intended was possessive, he kept her under tight lock and key but Hana had managed to find his spare key hidden in a chest of drawers. The girl had been stuck inside so long that she had grown desperately thin and pale. Hana had nearly forgotten how nice it felt to be out in the fresh air, among people...even if she did not always understand their speech.
French...their language was very beautiful but it was nearly impossible to learn! Before in Japan Hana had never really thought of their being another language other than her own, but those were foolish thoughts...coming from a child. Several years ago her intended had come to Japan on business along with his assistant. The two came late one night into the hanamachi(though she was certain they knew nothing of this) to a tea house where they where invited to meet with a local business owner. That night the two where introduced and from then on became unseperable.
"Bonjour!" A voice indeed chime.
Hana turned and was met with a beautiful...smiling young woman.
"Bon...jour." Hana tried to mimick...she understood a good amount of french but speaking it...well she hoped she wouldn't make a fool of herself. Smiling she hoped for the best.
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Post by eliza on May 4, 2008 15:54:40 GMT -5
[ooc: we'll just have to play it as though the rest of Christine's dialogue is French because I know if I attempted using a translator it would come across so rough and barely understandable that it'd make a fluent French speaking person cry, xD]
Christine's smile faded to a small grin as the woman replied. She didn't look French, by any means... Perhaps she was of different descent? She had to be, Christine had never really seen anyone that looked like her before. Not that it mattered - after 'the catastrophe' Christine learned to discard appearances almost instantly. It depended, really. If the person was dangerous looking, then she had reason to be wary, obviously.
"It is a beautiful day, non?" She asked casually, her grin widening slightly as she brushed a curl or two away from her face. The woman she stood next to was... attractive, but she didn't look the healthiest. Then again Christine wasn't one to comment, she probably didn't look the best either. The bright day was appealing and she'd needed it - she'd been growing a bit depressed with the thoughts that surrounded her at the Opera. Most of the time, the tone they held wasn't exactly pleasant.
Her eyes wandered from the woman's face, occasionally glancing up at the sky, watching as the clouds moved peacefully - floating without any obstacle in front of them. She wished she could be that free...
Perhaps if her outcome had been different, it could've been something like that. She wouldn't have all these boundaries and absurd rules of etiquette that were enforced every waking moment.
With a small gasp of air, her gaze averted back to the woman. "I apologize, mademoiselle, it's rude of me to simply begin speaking to you without any sort of formal introduction." A scarlet blush rose to her cheeks. But how would she introduce herself? She wanted to be casual, not treated as if she was a delicate piece of porcelain. Though, she did doubt that the girl knew who she was. Either way, though, she wasn't going to take any chances.
"I am Christine Daaè."
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Hana Fujioka
Chorus Girl/Boy
I'll keep you company...
Posts: 31
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Post by Hana Fujioka on May 5, 2008 1:59:24 GMT -5
ooc: Aww, that is fine. I was just assuming even if we write in english the characters are still speaking french to one another..if that makes any sense. Lol. ____________________________________________________
"Beautiful day, oui." Hana answered with a gentle smile, she looked around the area making a mentle note of it. This was all very new to her...and everything was completly different from what she had grown up knowing.
The young woman again spoke voicing an apology, Hana looked back at the beauty and gave an accepting smile. Since arriving in Paris she had met only two people...a carriage driver and this woman. All in all...untill this moment she had felt rather isolated.
"Happy to meet you...Christine Daaè." Hana softly replied now thinking of the 'friends' she had left behind in Japan. The young oriental thought 'friends' tentatively...it seemed that once you became a geisha you where in silent war with your peers. Putting the past behind her she focused back on Christine, perhaps they would become friends...after all this was not Japan.
"My name..my name is Hana Fujioka."
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