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Post by cain on Feb 11, 2008 0:03:49 GMT -5
"To tell you the truth I have no clue, but she must have her reasons." he said looking at at box 5 where he could also hear her talking to some one.
"I guess you came in at a bad time then." he said with a light chuckle. Talking about how she had came there a year before the fire.
"So what elts do you do besides play the violin?" he asked taking a seat right on the edge of the stage letting his feat dangle over. The girl was very nice and he wanted to get to know her better.
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Post by Isabelle Larousse on Feb 11, 2008 9:44:42 GMT -5
Isabelle joined him at the edge of the stage and swung her feet gently. "I've heard rumors," She said thoughtfully, "But it's hard to determine rumor from truth in a place like this." She gestured her hand around.
She gave a small laugh, "Violin is my life. My job, my hobby, I love it." She turned to him, "I hardly do much else, except for the occasional book when I can get my hands on it."
She thought Cain was very nice, and minutes in the conversation she dismissed all of the nasty rumors of him as being completely false. Before the fire, Isabelle had kept to herself, but went slightly out of her way to avoid people normally attacked by the gossip that practically pervaded the walls. "So Monsieur Cain, besides your dancing, you do have anything else you enjoy?"
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Post by cain on Feb 11, 2008 21:20:59 GMT -5
"Well as you might has guessed dancing is my life. Tough I do enjoy reading and one more thing but you must promise you will not laugh." he said "I like to sew, nothing fancy just some little things. I fact I made what I'm wearing right now." he said rather proudly. He wore tight black dancing breaches, with a white sort of poet shirt. It might have not been some thing manly, but as a child he had to fend for him self alto. And one of the things he had to learn was to sew, If he didn't he would have been in rags. So over the years he grew a liking to it. And while this added to the pile of why people thought he liked men, he was much to comfortable with his sexuality to worry about what others thought about him.
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Post by Isabelle Larousse on Feb 11, 2008 22:36:59 GMT -5
Isabelle found it hard to restrain from giggling. She glanced down at Cain's workmanship and smiled, "They look professionally done!" She said admiringly. She tugged on his shirt sleeve. "Did you make this as well?"
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Post by cain on Feb 12, 2008 23:20:18 GMT -5
"Yes I did." he smiled. He could tell she was trying to to laugh, but he was ok with it. In fact he found it rather funny him self. "If you ever need help mending any thing, I'm your man." he said with a grin. "You know I wondered why Rowena was sleeping in box 5, one would think she was trying to get the phantom after her." he said just thinking about it. He knew or at least thought the phantom was gone, so he had no problem talking about him openly.
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Post by Isabelle Larousse on Feb 15, 2008 16:19:38 GMT -5
"If I ever do, I'll be sure to come to you." Isabelle finally got her laughter under control. Isabelle certainly couldn't mend her own clothes, before she left her home, servants did that sort of work. She had never had to do hardly anything for herself.
"Well it's no secret she wants to be more than the second soprano. Perhaps she's trying to become his next student." She said knowingly.
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Post by cain on Feb 19, 2008 20:48:08 GMT -5
He let out a laugh as well. It was quite odd any man sewing, then again nothing was normal in this opera house. "That's the last thing we need is another Christine happening." he smiled, tough the words seemed harsh it was true. The last thing he wanted was for some thing to happen to the opera house again just because some man could not have his way. Tough he did fell sorry for the Phantom, but not sorry enough to for give him for what happen here before.
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Post by Isabelle Larousse on Mar 13, 2008 19:01:29 GMT -5
Agreeing with him, Isabelle nodded. “None of it was pleasant.” She shivered in remembrance. “Especially the fire.” Images of the horror she had experienced flashed through her mind.
Although those in the orchestra pit could see none of the performance, they could certainly hear it. She remembered looking up and seeing the grand chandelier swaying almost directly above them and her heard had almost stopped with fear. She had shrieked for she had never been particularly brave, and others around her, hearing her outburst had looked up as well.
There had been a general panic in the orchestra pit, at once heightened by the fact that when someone had made a dash for the door only to discover that it was again stuck. The door always stuck, and there was a certain way you could open it. Unfortunately for them, it had been forgotten in their alarm. Trampled underneath their feet in their fright.
With no way of escape, there was nothing to do but hope and pray that the swaying chandelier wouldn’t crash upon their heads. Isabelle had pressed herself as close to the wall as she had been able, and squeezed her eyes shut. Seconds later a cry of relief had gone up and only then did she open them again. The chandelier had crashed several feet away from the orchestra pit and they were for the moment saved.
But the door still would not open and as the heat of the fire nearby rose, so did the panic. Smoke filled the air above them and flames could just be seen at the edges of the pit before the door finally opened. The next several minute had been a blur to Isabelle. She had only followed those in front of her to the exit, clutching desperately the instrument in her trembling hands.
“How did you get out?” She enquired in a small voice. She shook her head, trying to get the horrid memories out of her head. She still had the nightmares, almost every night.
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Post by cain on Mar 28, 2008 16:31:33 GMT -5
Cain thought for a moment. It was all such a blur so much had happened in those few seconds, it all most felt like an eternity. Like Isabelle that image would be in his mind for ever. He had been on the sage when it happened. He was one of the background dancers, and when it happened he was luckily enough back that no harm came to him. Thought everyone on stage made a mad rush to the back.
"I stayed for a while to make sure people got out safe, once that happened I found I back door and took that out. Of cores it all most cost me my life, but one is one life compared to the life's of others." he said with a weak smile. He had gotten some of the girls safely out but he felt bad for the ones that where not so lucky. "But at lest where safe now." he said with a bright smile. Trying to make this a bit more cheerful for her, seeing has it still was such a hard thing to talk about for alto of people who had come back.
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Post by Isabelle Larousse on Jul 23, 2008 12:40:56 GMT -5
Placing her hand on her head, Isabelle tried to push the images of the fire out of her mind. Putting on a cheerful smile, she responded to his optimistic attitude, “Yes.” She agreed, sounding as if she was convincing herself. “I just wish I could forget it.” She dropped her arms helplessly.
She thought a change of subject necessary. “Are you looking forward to our first production?” Ever since she had returned to the Populaire, she had been practicing the pieces required of her for the first show.
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