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Post by Kathleen de Montant on Feb 11, 2008 10:35:03 GMT -5
With people coming and going around the theatre, coming in and out constantly of almost every door, the only quiet spot to be found by Kathleen was outside of the Offices. She found this fact quite amusing, but assumed that the new managers were to occupied with the affairs of running an opera house to stay in their offices for long.
She wasn't one to complain, she had gotten used to the Populaire and it's sounds. She was doing what she loved and wouldn't trade her life for anything. Despite that there was hardly a time when there was complete silence.
She sat curled up in a stuffed leather chair directly outside the managers office. A book was in her lap, one she had borrowed from one of the girls she had become acquainted with in the dressing rooms.
She sighed, glad to be rid of the noise she had endured since early this morning. It had begun when she woke up, in fact, a loud crash had been what awakened her. For now she was determined to just enjoy the silence of the moment.
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Post by Andrew Leroux on Feb 11, 2008 16:24:17 GMT -5
Andrew cursed under his breath, three dancers had quit today and they were short-staffed as it was, before. What the hell was happening? He stalked down the hall to his office, nearly not seeing the young woman half-asleep on the sofa in the foyer, he quirked an eyebrow. "Excuse me, mademoiselle, are you waiting for something?" He looked down at her, pretty girl, another thing one did not see much of in the weapons-business. That dimmed his fiery annoyance, slightly.
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Post by Kathleen de Montant on Feb 11, 2008 16:35:25 GMT -5
Kathleen jerked awake when a voiced addressed her. She had been dozing, but for how long? It took a moment to remember what had awakened her, and her eyes burst open to see Andrew Leroux standing in front of her.
She stood up quickly from her chair, and bobbed her head hurriedly. "N-No monsieur. I was just reading." She held up the book by way of explanation. "It was the only quiet spot I could find." She added apologetically.
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Post by Andrew Leroux on Feb 11, 2008 18:48:50 GMT -5
Andrew chuckled, "No need to worry. I was just curious. It's drafty in this hallway, as long as you are quiet you are free to come into my office while I work, it's much warmer." He smiled saccharinely. Although he couldn't say that in all honesty his warmth to the girl was pure in motive, he certainly wouldn't do anything to her while there was still work to do...
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Post by Kathleen de Montant on Feb 11, 2008 19:07:17 GMT -5
Kathleen considered for a moment. It was drafty in the hallway, and she was a bit cold. Why not? Perhaps it would help in her trying to become the singer she had always really wanted to be.
She smiled charmingly, "I think I will, thank you." She picked up the book from where she had set it down on the arm of the chair and followed Andrew into his office.
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Post by Andrew Leroux on Feb 11, 2008 19:43:37 GMT -5
Andrew smiled, "Brilliant." He held the door open for her and gestured with a flourish to the leather chair in the corner. "If you'll excuse me, I have to find some ballerinas, a maestro, and manage to track down my inexplicably tardy patron." He sighed, seating himself and ran his fingers through his hair, pushing the girl's presence out of his mind and focused on his work.
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Post by Kathleen de Montant on Feb 11, 2008 20:47:46 GMT -5
Kathleen passed through the doorway and made her way to the chair he had pointed out. She tucked her skirts underneath her and sat down.
Her book sat closed in her lap as she glanced around the spacious office. His desk was oak and with paper skattered all across it. Andrew must have spent more time in here than she had originally thought. There was a fire in the opposite wall that soon had Kathleen feeling very comfortable indeed.
"You're right, it's much warmer in here." She said opening her book, "And you have a nice office." She added quietly, hoping that she would not disturb him him too much.
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Post by Andrew Leroux on Feb 11, 2008 20:53:27 GMT -5
"Thank you, my sister decorated it," Andrew explained absently, by chance he looked at the clock hanging on the wall above the girl...oh, curse it all, he had forgotten he had to meet Celestine! "Oh, drats, I'm very sorry but I just realized I have a very pressing appointment, you are free to stay and take advantage of the fire, good day to you." He pulled on his coat and hat, rifling around for his cane. His manners kicked in and he turned around, "By the way, I didn't get your name?"
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Post by Kathleen de Montant on Feb 11, 2008 20:58:10 GMT -5
Kathleen stood up, giving him a proper curtsy. "Kathleen, sir. Kathleen de Montant." She glanced around the room again. "And yes, I think I'll stay for a bit. Tell Celestine I said hello."
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Post by Andrew Leroux on Feb 11, 2008 21:00:53 GMT -5
"But of course, Mademoiselle de Montant," He smiled absently and rushed out the door.
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Post by Kathleen de Montant on Feb 11, 2008 21:53:36 GMT -5
As soon as the door closed, Kathleen started towards her chair but stopped. She instead turned around and sat down in front of the fire to read. She stretched out, her legs in the air, waving back and forth lazily.
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Post by Angel Marcellinus on Feb 14, 2008 23:27:15 GMT -5
A hour and twenty-three minutes. That how late he was for a meeting with Monsieur Andrew Leroux that afternoon. It wasn’t a very good way to start off. However Angel would never be considered to ever be a business man. He was much more concerned with things that pleased him at the moment and doing things on his own schedule. For this instant he had been riding with his sister and some of her friends. That was a nice enough thing to completely forget about the meeting he couldn’t remember what was about until the Countess Hardversherd asked about his dealing with the Opera House.
He had run his horse hard to get from the country side to the city even though by then he was already more then an hour late. Walking into the Populaire composing himself and running his fingers through his wind swept hair he mumbled curses to himself. If he didn’t have the owner’s harsh words he’d have his sisters inner circles teases.
Straitening what could be straightened he knocked on the door of the offices twice. Little did he know that he had actually passed the owner on the street and the person inside was no where near who’d he’d expect to open the door.
Monsieur Leroux?
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Post by Kathleen de Montant on Feb 15, 2008 16:00:50 GMT -5
Kathleen was deep in her book and about to turn the page when she heard the sound of a door opening. She glanced up, strands of hair partly in her eyes, expecting to see Andrew.
She opened her mouth, about to say "Well you're back sooner than expected," but instantly shut it again. It was not Andrew at all, but a tall dark haired man holding a cane.
She sat up slowly, gazing curiously at him. She felt sure she did not know him, but felt she had seen him before. Perhaps he regulary attended the opera. By his appearance, she gauged him to be rich, very rich.
Suddenly realising what it must look like, her being here, in the manager's office. Kathleen felt her face grow warm, and she was certain that it was red.
"Monsieur Leroux is not in." She said in a soft voice. "If you don't mind me asking, who might you be?"
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Post by Angel Marcellinus on Feb 15, 2008 18:40:04 GMT -5
Getting no answer he turned the knob wondering if Andrew was still was in there. Well it was unlocked, but instead of seeing a men in his forty’s there was a young women, in an unlady like position. That was a surprise. She wasn’t the Leroux girl, Celestine, and he didn’t know of them having another sister. He gave her his own curious look.
It was curious for a woman to be in the manager’s office, even if the manager wasn’t in there. Of coarse the thought of the ravened hair woman furthering her career in a certain way ran through his head. And it seemed that the woman knew what he though because it seemed that every drop of blood rushed to her face as he raised a quizzical brow at her. Even if the assumption was wrong it was an awkward situation.
Turning the cane slowly around he was relieved when she broke the weary silence to say that Leroux was not in. Kind of obvious now, but he nodded politely in thanks.
Comte Angel Marcellinus, Madeomiselle…?
Angel said bowing gentleman like. It wasn’t his normal carefree greeting, but his serious one. Even though it was not what he thought he didn’t know that and he wasn’t really sure how to respond to it.
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Post by Kathleen de Montant on Feb 15, 2008 19:11:25 GMT -5
Kathleen stood up and bobbed her head. "Kathleen de Montant, Monieur." She gestured about the room, "I know what this looks like," she hesitated, "but I assure you, Monsieur Leroux only allowed my to come in here because it was drafty in the hall."
Kathleen sighed, realizing how fake her explanation sounded. She added, "I was reading." She pointed to the book at her feet, "the hall was the only quiet spot in the entire place." She wasn't like that. Not like some of the other girls who would kill to be in her position. They would do whatever a male in charge asked of them if it meant that they would be able to have
"Monsieur Leroux should not be much longer, if you wish to stay and wait for him." She told him, pointing to the chair she had previously occupied.
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