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Post by Celestine Leroux on Sept 3, 2008 15:24:02 GMT -5
It had been another long day full of dancing and singing lessons and help out her brothers. Now that it was all done and over it was her time to do what ever she wanted. She would have gone home by now but her brothers where still here working late as normal and like always she stayed here with them till they left, unless they made her do home. Tough she did not mind staying here on bit, the place was pretty and full of things to keep one occupied. And there was one thing she liked to do every time she was here, and that was to watch the sun set on the roof top.
She claimed up the long and narrow stairway leading to the roof. Anyone how was afraid to heights would have not liked such a climb, but she didn't mind much it was well wroth it for her. Once she got to the top she opened the door and made her way out on to the roof. It was a rather chill night one where someone see there own breath but she kept warm with her pretty shawl and long sleeved dress. The sun had already begun to set and the sky was a mix of colors, red, pinks, purples, and oranges.
She walked over near the edge to get a better view of the sky and to over look thee city. Nothing looked more beautiful then the city of Paris at sun set. Candles where being light in house down below, and shop keepers went about closing up shop for the night. People in carriages going by off to a party somewhere. And way off down below the soft sound of music being played by Gypsies could be hear. Truly this was heaven on earth, or thats at lest what she thought.
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Post by auben on Sept 10, 2008 18:53:26 GMT -5
"Good evening Mademoiselle," a gently purred, crystal clear voice greeted the woman. Like a darkened alley cat, swiftly Auben came out. He had a small smirk on his naturally pleasant face. Truly, nights in Paris were beautiful. But he was a traveller, he saw sunsets from different places almost every day so it was nothing new - yet they still managed to remain the same. Like a promise of everlasting love.
"Angels are dancing in the sky. May the fallen hero join the princess this fine night?" The man asked, one gloved hand adjusting his lip piercing. No wonder rumors had been fluttering about that he was a certain phantom. A part of his handsome face was kept in the shadows, yet both eyes seemed to burn holes. His smile said one thing, while the sly look in his eye said something else entirely.
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Post by Celestine Leroux on Sept 26, 2008 20:27:53 GMT -5
She has been so lost in her thoughts that she almost did not hear the person coming. Thinking it was no more then one of her brothers she stood in her place and waited for him to come up and talk to her. She was just about to say something the person spoke and was not the voice of Andrew or Jacob. She trued around to face who ever it was. He was young maybe her age or old with dark fetchers, he looked foreign as well, and a noble form the looks of his manner of dress.
"Good evening monsieur" she said with a curtsy. "Pardon?" she asked about the question he asked. She also looked curiously at the ring on his lip, she had never seen such a thing before, surely he was not your average noble. She tried to look away form it as it was rude to stare.
(sorry for the wait)
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Post by auben on Sept 28, 2008 11:43:19 GMT -5
She must have been thinking deeply, or just didn't care for flirting. Either way he decided to cut the gentle words since he disliked being ignored. But she was rather pretty, so he would forgive her. "No need to bow, Mademoiselle. We are on no stage," he replied with a raised brow, calmly striding toward the woman. "I was merely wondering if I could join you in looking at the scenery."
Noticing her blatant stare at his piercing, Auben smiled, though it looked to be injected with pure sarcasm. He had gotten more than enough attention thanks to the little mechanism on his lip, and wasn't afraid to talk about it. After all, he was considered a noble. "I beg your pardon. Might this be bothering you? Would you like me to take it off?" So he lied about not using sexual innuendo anymore, big deal.
"The name's Auben Douay, patron of the opera," he explained with a bored look on his face. Frankly, he couldn't help it. Introductions were boring things, hopefully the young lady would provide some sort of entertainment to him. "May I ask for yours?"
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