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Post by Celestine Leroux on Feb 9, 2008 23:17:03 GMT -5
Celestine had nothing better to do. Her brothers where busy doing things to get the opera house ready. And they kindly asked her to keep out of the way. She all ready had, had her dance lesions for the day so that left her with nothing to do.
The day had been rainy and cold so one could not go out and enjoy the day. And going back to there manor was just to boring. So she decide to stay at the opera house.
This gave her time to explore the place. Plus put some finishing touches on a room on one of the upper floors her brothers let her have of a resting/study room. Of course it was not really needed, but her brothers insisted she have her own room at the Opera house.
She put a box of books down on a table in her room. Form the box she pulled out a book that she had been reading. Snow White in the seven dwarfs it said, by the brothers Grimm. Celes really did love a good fairy store. Her family did not really approve of her being 20 and reading fairy tails but she didn't care, she love them and she always would.
She left the room and began to walk around while reading her book. Any one what saw her would see her clad in a very pretty and stylish soft blue dress that made her green eyes stick out. Her blond hair was put back into a simple pony tail the rested over her left shoulder.
"A poison apple." she read out loud to her self
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Post by inactive on Feb 9, 2008 23:34:36 GMT -5
Meg swiftly walked through a hallway in order to reach her dorm room. She stayed after class to dance a little on her own and was very tired of wearing her ballet clothes. Although Meg was exhausted, she did not walk slowly. It wasn't until she turned a corner in the hallway that she noticed anyone there.
Meg heard a girl reading aloud to herself and stopped quickly, barely escaping an unraceful collision with Celestine. "Oh, I'm sorry!" Meg laughed, "I almost ran into you!"
Meg felt uncharacteristically awkward. She was usually very graceful, on and off the stage. She would have been so humiliated if she ran into her! It was also very puzzling to her as to why Celes would be reading aloud, and be walking down the hallway reading... Snow White? "What are you reading?" Meg asked her, being friendly, "Whatever it is, it must be good!"
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Post by Angel Marcellinus on Feb 10, 2008 20:00:33 GMT -5
After having his second tour around the Opera House, by some of the ever so helpful ballerinas on their breaks, Angel had a good enough knowledge of the place to maneuver without getting to lost. He had known it was a huge place but he hadn’t known that so much of it was actually used and that there where so many different hallways that could lead to any one spot, and that’s where he was now. In a hallway by the dorms that problem lead to the backstage and who knows wherever else.
Leaning against the wall he unscrewed the top of his polished black cane and took out a glass vile filled with a cloudy sort of liquid. Earlier he collided with a girl and his cane had clattered to the ground with the vile inside. Now he finally had the chance to check and see if it had broken. While careful examining the seemingly unharmed bottle he heard a female voice read aloud “A poison apple”. His head snapped up at the sound of his favorite word
But before Angel could open his mouth to speak to the blonde woman that spoke the word another one came trotting down the hallway nearly running into the other one. Was that a normal thing here? If it was he worried about the future of the productions if so many were ungraceful. Glancing at the pair that seemed not to notice him he fit the vile back in place and twisted the silver griffon head back on securely.
Gently tapping the cane once against the floor, he didn’t like being unseen, he gave a winsome smile toward them and tipped his hat to them.
“Excuse me ladies for interrupting, but from what was read aloud caught my attention. Please I also would like to inquire on what you are reading.”
Angel spoke very gentleman like with most of his attention to the one with the ponytail. Though his younger sister read them he never looked upon fairytales. So the phrase “A poison apple” was unfamiliar to him.
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Post by Miss Rowena DuMonde on Feb 10, 2008 21:52:21 GMT -5
Rowena rounded the corner, singing softly, she stopped, seeing two ballet rats and extraordinarily handsome young man; presumably well-bred, given his dress and manner. She had been hunting for Madame Giry, so this encounter was rather providential to Rowena's needs. "Pardon, Margaret, I hate to interrupt, but where is your mother? I cannot seem to find her, she has the dress I asked her to repair," Rowena very carefully avoided the man's gaze and kept her tone soft, so not as to seem rude, but there were very few reasons a nobleman would be tramping about the hallways near the dressing rooms and it was rarely very honourable. So minding her manners was rather imperative, so as not to step on any rather delicate toes.
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Post by Celestine Leroux on Feb 10, 2008 22:32:32 GMT -5
Celes stopped in her tracks when she heard Megs voice. "No it's fine Meg I really should be looking where I'm going as well." she laughed. She had not known Meg for ever long, but she got along with her quite well.
"Yes it's every good. Snow white and the dwarfs" she said closing the book and showing Meg the scarlet cover with the title in fancy gold letters. "Have you read it?" she asked. Not to many girls seemed the reading type around here but Meg seemed like the type of girl to enjoy a good book.
She looked up form Meg when she heard another voice. This time it was a man, a very nicely dressed one at that. "Oh it's Snow white and the dwarfs it's a very good book Monsieur" she replied with a smile and a curtice. Nothing gave her greater joy then talking about fairy tails, well maybe dancing.
The another voice came along which belonged to Rowena DuMonde. "Hello Rowena, I trust are you well?" she asked. She was always polite to everyone she meet. Seeing as she wanted to set a good name on her brothers behalf's.
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Post by inactive on Feb 10, 2008 23:23:00 GMT -5
Meg looked at the decorative cover of the book Celestine was reading. It had been so long since she had read that story, but she remembered it very well. "Oh yes! I've read that one. You can't go wrong with a good, classic fairy tale." Meg smiled.
Meg turned to see Mr. Marcellinus standing there. She has been introduced to him before, but he always had a way of making Meg feel uncomfortable. She found him very intimidating for some reason.
Before Meg had time to make polite conversation with Angel, Rowena stood before her. "I believe she is looking for tiaras in the costume room." Meg said, hating the fact that Rowena just called her by her full name. The only person who referred to her as Margaret was her mother when she was angry with her. "And please, call me Meg" She said as sweetly as she could, although it wasn't the most polite thing to say to her.
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Post by Angel Marcellinus on Feb 11, 2008 0:15:10 GMT -5
“Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs?”
He wondered curiously while returning her curtsy with a small bow. It was definitely the title of one the books that the little children read. From what little he knew of them though wasn’t fairytales supposed to be all goodness and Happily Ever Afters? That was hardly what he was expecting when he heard the word poison. Glancing at Mademoiselle Giry she seemed to know that it was indeed part of the tale.
Angel gave her a small greeting bow as well. He had met her the first time he visited before the Opera House was completed. They were on the polite terms of acknowledging the other presence and making small talk when needed. She was another person that was comfortable around him, but he wasn’t sure why. Anyway he still acted with the highest civility with her, having given up on flirting the same day they met.
Turning back to the other he was about ask question more on the poison apple when another woman came up. He smiled and gave small head bow to her but she seemed to avoid looking at him and went right to addressing Mademoiselle Giry about her mothers whereabouts.
Shurgging it off he turned back toward the cheerful blonde and raised a questioning eyebrow.
“Now pardon me Mademoiselle for my lack of knowledge about fairytales, but what is the purpose of a poison apple in it. I thought those types of stories where all about love and happiness. I don’t see how such a nasty thing as poison can fit into that.”
Angel couldn’t help but smirk as the word rolled off his tongue with ease. With the patronage to the Opera House and other gather affairs at home he hardly had time for his experimenting lately. And beside the only reason her joined the conversation was to here about it tainted fruit, possible to meet another beautiful woman also.
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Post by Miss Rowena DuMonde on Feb 11, 2008 14:25:19 GMT -5
"Ah, thank you...Meg," Rowena nodded stiffly. The nobleman's question about poison apples piqued her curiousity, she looked over at him and couldn't help but mirror his smirk, "Even the happiest story needs a villain," She slid past him and around the corner, "Excuse me, Monsieur, ladies."
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Post by Celestine Leroux on Feb 11, 2008 18:04:02 GMT -5
Celestine was happy to find out that other people her age where interested in fairy stories as well. "Well Snow Whites step mother who is Queen is jealous of her beauty so she tries to kill her. The first time fails and she comes to live with the seven dwarfs. But over the cores of the story she tries ti kill her three more times. The last time resulting in the queen dressing up like a bagger woman, and giving Snow White a poisoned apple. When she takes a bite she falls in a sleep so deep it looks like she's dead, and she can only be awaken by true loves first kiss." she said. "Of cores there more it to but that's just the main plot." She added. "Oh and forgive my manners sir I'm Celestine Leroux." she replied giving another curtsy. She could tell he and Meg had already meet. "Of cores all story need a villain. It would not be very fun if they got to live happily ever after right away." she said agreeing with Rowena.
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Post by Angel Marcellinus on Feb 11, 2008 21:34:30 GMT -5
Angel brow furrowed at the darker haired women when she addressed him with the same amused smirk. Whether or not she was mocking him he wasn’t sure. Stepping aside for her to pass through he bowed again with a little bit of a slyer smirk. With the way she said and her demeanor that he got he couldn’t help but whisper, mostly to himself.
“Your favorite character?”
Not a very nice thing to say in front of strangers but he wasn’t very good at holding his tongue either. Turning back toward the one informing him of the story. He really wasn’t interested in the whole plot line but still he listened attentively. But it wasn’t too much of a secret that he dropped out after she explained the symptoms the heroine displayed. In fact he didn’t return until she had introduced herself.
“There is nothing to be forgiven Mademoiselle Leroux. I believe I should be the one asking forgiveness for not introducing myself first. I’m Comte Angel Marcellinus. And may I venture that you’re related to the owners?”
Taking off his hat he bowed from his waist in a respectable enough way that wouldn’t offend any other Comte of Vicomte that passed. If Celestine was related to the owners it was fortunate that they met. Straightening back up and holding his that at his side he shifted back to the frame of mind about the apple.
“It’s easy to concluded that the poison was a Depressants. Though it would normally kill you instead of a deep sleep the witch would have probably used prussic acid.”
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Post by inactive on Feb 11, 2008 22:02:30 GMT -5
Meg cleared her throat, a nervous habit of hers. Now she remembered why he made her feel uncomfortable! "You seem to really know a lot about... that kind of thing" She said as they introduced themselves. Meg could not get the word 'poison' to come out of her mouth.
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Post by Celestine Leroux on Feb 12, 2008 3:22:17 GMT -5
She smirked at the comment the man made to Rowena. It was very unlady like of her but she could not help it.
"Yes I'm the owners sister. Oh your Comte Angel Marcellinus, I thank you for your kind patronage." she said with a smile. She was wondering when she was going to meet him.
"Well I guess that would be one way to do it. But then it would not be much of a story if the main Character dies." she said. Tough she was sure there was stories out there where the main person died, they just didn't happen in fairy tails.
A bit of an awkward silents came over her. She like Meg was a bit taken back the the Counts knowledge of poison. But Meg broke the silents with a question that Celestine was thinking in her head.
She looked up at Angel to see what his answers would be. While it was kind of scary thinking about some one knowing very well about poisons, it was also quite exciting to her. Even in an opera house everyone was still relatively normal.
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Post by Angel Marcellinus on Feb 14, 2008 23:26:42 GMT -5
Angel’s smile grew a little brighter when in fact it was the owner’s sister. He hadn’t heard too much about her from her brother, just that they had one that was a dancer. Maybe it was just his up bringing, but if a person had enough money to own the Opera House Populaire why would they let a relative of theirs be a performer? But he held no snobbish prejudice against it. All he really knew was the way things where run in the Marcellies family, and that his sister would never be allowed on stage even if she begged.
“It’s a pleasure to assist with the progress of the Opera House, it’s what I’ve wanted to be apart of since I saw my first show. I only wish I could do more.”
He wasn’t sure what he would be able to do more then give money since he had no idea how the Populaire was run, his lack of knowledge excided much more then fairytale stories. But he did use what he did know to his advantage whether people though it was little or not. Like conversation. Though his little deciphering of the poison apple unnerve both women seemed to interest Celestine a little. Looking at Meg, who asked the question, he nodded.
“Yes I suppose I do. Poison has intrigued me since an accident in my household when I was younger.”
Angel tapped the griffin head on his cane wondering if he should produce what was hidden under it. Most likely it would make Meg petrified of him and he wasn’t sure how the Leroux’s would react to knowing such a thing. Even though it really wasn’t a secret, many people who knew the family knew about his little habit, but he probably shouldn’t risk it.
“In fact I guess I should really say know to much about them.”
Adding that made him feel better. Knowing the up and downs of the feared liquids was a quirk of his that he was proud of, and having to conceal what he’d usually flaunt made a curious looking smile of his face.
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Post by inactive on Feb 15, 2008 18:40:25 GMT -5
"An accident?" Meg blurted. As soon as she said it she realized that she probably didn't want to know about this accident, but she was curious about it all the same. She wondered why an accident would be intriguing to him, accidents were usually negative things. She looked over to Celes and debated on whether to apoligize or not, it really wasn't any of her business.
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Post by Celestine Leroux on Feb 19, 2008 1:12:38 GMT -5
"Trust me Monsieur you do more then enough" she smiled and it was quite true. Sure her brothers both had money but it took alto to refinish and burned Opera house in two years. More money then most people would have earned in there life time.
She looked to Meg who looked to her and gave Meg an approving look. Sure it was none of there business but she like Meg wondered what he meant by that. He truly was like no other count she had ever meet.
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