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Post by Jules on Feb 10, 2008 23:39:18 GMT -5
Zizzy was not used to seeing Chimera this way. The girl was standing outside the Opera Di Incubi with a slightly awed look upon her pallid face. She lived in a cramped apartment in the kind of slums people had Nighmares about (obviously). This wasn't home. She felt like she'd stepped into another world and was brutally reminded of the large social gap between Armand and her. His Princeliness didn't bother her, but she might not go so far to say that her being a nobody who lived in horrid slums and was mostly poor wouldn't bother him. Or at least, the people he hung around with. She suddenly felt awfully out of place and was seriously considering just turning around a going home.
But Zizzy wasn't going to care what other people thought of her living situations. It did not make a difference to who she was. So with determination, she marched up the steps with aplomb. And came to a grinding, anit-climatic halt at the doors.
Should she knock?
It was a public building, but no shows were going on right now. It could be locked, Armand could be on the other side waiting for her to knock, or maybe he was somewhere else. Maybe he'd though she'd been joking. She'd often confused people with her humor. Again she was hit with the desire to go home, but fought it down viciously. She would go inside and if he didn't have the decency to come down and meet her, she'd leave. Zizzy would not go searching through the Opera just to find him.
Pulling open a finely crafted door, Zizzy slipped inside and was immediately struck. The inside was gorgeous too. She was too busy taking in the sudden luxe to remember to look around for Armand. This would be the first time in seventy some odd years that Miss Blushes Blue graced the halls of the Opera Di Incubi.
"Holy shit." She was quite obviously awed.
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 10, 2008 23:46:50 GMT -5
The rehearsal had dragged on for awhile now. Even a new patron, such as himself, was growing weary of the endless practice.
"Once more," the director drawled.
Armand sighed and rolled his eyes at Iseabail, picking up the song again. Scarpia was in quite a mood and the number required him to be both passionate, dark and jealous. It was getting tiring to do again and again.
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Post by Maestro on Feb 10, 2008 23:58:09 GMT -5
Iseabail normally loved to rehearse, but this was getting a bit ridiculous. They had been over this scene at least fifteen times already and each time, the director was not satisfied with something tiny.
She was so tempted to sing "Once more!" from The Phantom of the Opera that she couldn't help grinning slightly.
Catching Armand's expression, she laughed. "I'll do something so outrageous that perhaps he'll stop us," she muttered out of the corner of her mouth, just before Armand began to sing.
She came in at the appropriate time, but rather than finishing the line, she winked at Armand (making sure the director wouldn't be able to see) and promptly 'fainted.' There. Perhaps that would give the director cause for giving the company a break; after all, it wasn't usual to go for so long without stopping for a little bit of water, at least.
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Post by Jules on Feb 11, 2008 0:05:11 GMT -5
Zizzy was dithering outside when she heard a voice that sounded alot like Armand's. And then a womans, very pretty. Zizzy herself could sing. But calling it singing would be taking liberties with the meaning of the word. It wasn't that she was bad, she was just incredibly different.
Perhaps she should just check? She followed the sound of the voices and peeked her head through the door to a little group of people, one of which was Armand, another a woman on the floor. She slipped inside and walked to stand by the Prince's side, feeling slightly self concious about intruding like this.
"Hello Generic Erik." She greeted in an undertone, as to not be overheard by everyone. "Sorry to interrupt."
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Post by Marguerite on Feb 11, 2008 0:09:26 GMT -5
Julien, quite fed up with being tortured offstage, had managed to distract himself by scaling the network or ropes backstage and climbing onto the catwalk. It would freak everyone out when they realized they didn't know where his voice was coming from, and that was always funny.
At that point in time, Iseabail appeared to faint. This momentarily threw Julien for a loop. It wasn't like Iseabail to faint. But wait! She could be faking! Oooh, that took a while.
"Oh look!" Julien said, rather pointedly, flicking on a spotlight and aiming it at Iseabail. "You 'ave killed Iseabail wiz your slave driver tactics and... 'allo? Mam'zelle, zis is a rehearsal. Are you lost?"
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 11, 2008 0:36:18 GMT -5
Armand bit his lip to keep from laughing, dawning a mortified expression. "Alas, Miss MacDonald cannot take any more of this torture, she--" He broke off at the sound of a familiar voice to his side. He turned at the same time that Julien noticed her.
"Hi," his smile broadened, and then it drooped a little, brows furrowing apologetically. "Sorry. I thought I'd be done by now..." He muttered. He glared up at the source of the spotlight, then down at Iseabail, hoping she wouldn't open her eyes and temporarily blind herself.
"I think we should stop," he suggested helpfully. "Our leading soprano needs a break."
He knelt down by Iseabail and propped her up with one hand. He winked. "Sheer brilliance, m'lady."
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Post by Maestro on Feb 11, 2008 0:46:29 GMT -5
It had worked perfectly. Rather than continue on with the torture, the director had leapt out of his seat toward the stage.
She had made sure that when she had fallen, she was faced away from the audience (something she was quite glad about, feeling the heat of the spotlight on her).
"Oh, all right," the director grumbled, not pleased about losing the rehearsal time. "Everyone take fifteen." And with that, he stalked off, needing a drink himself.
Opening her eyes, she grinned. "Thank ye, Armand," she responded, winking back at him. "Sometimes desperate measures are called for," she told him, amused. "And please, do call me Iseabail," she said, in reference to his calling her Miss MacDonald again.
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Post by Jules on Feb 11, 2008 0:54:53 GMT -5
"It's fine." She murmured, but was pretty sure Armand hadn't heard her. Feeling more and more awkward as something questioned her about being her.
"I'm not lost." I don't think. Zizzy stood awkwardly to the side as he talked to the Iseabail. Perhaps a subtle escape would be nice. Just remove herself from the incredibly unfamiliar sensation of feeling out of place. She wasn't feeling sorry for herself so much as a little bit miffed. She shouldn't feel out of place, she had every right to here. And yet, she did.
Guessing she should just stay out of the conversation since it had nothing to do with her, Zizzy began to look around herself aimlessly.
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Post by Marguerite on Feb 11, 2008 1:04:11 GMT -5
Julien switched off the spotlight, and grabbing the rope he'd used to climb up, dramatically swung down to land behind the director and thoroughly creep him out.
It was almost too easy. He grinned as the director reached for his asthma inhaler and then, hands in his pockets, strolled over to Iseabail and Armand.
"Nice one." He looked up from Iseabail at the newcomer and smiled. "Allo. Not to put you on ze spot or anyzing, but rehearsals are... euh... not open to ze public. Are you looking for someone?"
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 11, 2008 1:10:01 GMT -5
Armand winced. "I invited her," he said, and his tone had a bit of a defensive edge to it. He stood to his feet and grabbed Zizzy's arm, pulling her over. "Sorry," he mouthed at her, and then smiled in Julien and Iseabail's direction.
"This is Julien de Sang, lead tenor and legend at the Opera di Incubi, and this is Iseabail MacDonald, our charming and talented leading lady. And not a viking," he added for Zizzy's sake, lips twitching a little. "Julien, Iseabail, this is Zizzy."
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Post by Maestro on Feb 11, 2008 1:20:08 GMT -5
Iseabail just watched as Armand pulled Zizzy over to them. Smiling pleasantly despite the sudden butterflies in her stomach, the vampire held out her hand in greeting. "Pleasure to meet ye," she murmured, accent slightly thicker than usual.
Laughing at Armand's description of her, she smiled. "Weel, I dinna ken abou' the charming bit, but thank ye just the same," she responded, somehow managing not to blush. Shaking her head, she added, "Och, no. I'm no a Viking." Indicating her ringleted black hair, she explained, "I'd have to be blond to even apply for Viking-ship." It was true; she was far too dark to be a Viking.
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Post by Jules on Feb 11, 2008 1:32:49 GMT -5
Finally. Zizzy mouthed back to him that it was 'fine' again and then turned to the other people. She chuckled her odd chuckle when Armand pointed out that Iseabail was in fact, not a Viking and barely noticed that Armand's hand was still on her arm. Julien, who had put her on the spot little, could now be at least satisfied she wasn't some creepy stalker.
Zizzy took Iseabail's hand, again unable to stop the tiny shock from passing between them. "Nice accent." She said sincerely instead the more expected 'and you'. When she took her hand back, she winced slightly in apology never the less. "Sorry, can't really help it."
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Post by Marguerite on Feb 11, 2008 1:41:32 GMT -5
"Oh, alright," Julien said, all ease and friendliness. "Welcome to ze opera! Is only zat we tend to, euh... suck? During rehearsals? Is not good representation of opera, not at all."
He lifted a shoulder in a shrug. "But, eh! Is a pleasure to meet you." Julien bowed, more out of habit than out of any conscious attempt not to get shocked. "And legend? I'll 'ave to add eet to my resume. Julien de Sang, tenor, pianist, living legend...." He waved a hand. "Makes me sound like I'm a millenia old. Ugh."
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Post by Miss Jack on Feb 11, 2008 2:04:23 GMT -5
Armand raised an eyebrow down at Zizzy. "So would you like the two-cent tour?"
He glanced at Julien and Iseabail. "You're welcome to join us, if you'd like to provide your priceless commentary."
ooc; Totes short. Sorry. >.<
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Post by Jules on Feb 11, 2008 7:32:48 GMT -5
"Only two cents?" She grinned. "Well, maybe you won't have to cover this time."
Zizzy didn't mind that he was inviting others. Once the fact of her invitation had been cleared up, Julien had seemed to become instanteously more friendly. She supposed they got quite a few creepers hanging around.
Ooc;
me too. O_e
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