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Post by Juliette Croft on Aug 12, 2008 11:22:11 GMT -5
Juliette walked out onto the stage, no one else was around. She was alone, wearing a simple blue dress and her hair was pinned back in a bun. A few strands escaped, falling in front of her face. She paid no attention to them, as she spun around in a circle. Her dress twirled around her, she smiled and giggled a bit to herself. She can hardly believe that she's here, doing what she loves. Dancing.
"A dream coming true, how can this be so?" Juliette sings softly to herself, her voice is pure and sweet. She begins to dance, her movements like poetry. She then lifts her hands above her head, as she spins around again. "How can this be real? It is almost too good to be true...." Juliette sings softly, as she pirouettes gracefully. She closes her eyes, humming a little tune to herself.
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Post by Rosalind Dashwood on Aug 13, 2008 15:01:41 GMT -5
Dancing, the one thing Rosalind felt she had left of her mother. Her dearly departed mother after all, had been a dancer too. A chorus girl like herself. Sure she had a bigger role eventually and deep down Rosalind Dashwood wished this for herself aswell.
A singing awakened her to her surroundings, removed her from memories that she always lost herself in. Folded neatly in her pocket was a letter from her sisters, it had been read so much that it folded so easily into that position. Rosalind knew it word for word, letter by letter, space by space.
A pang of lonliness hit her, she had never properly been loved and she both longed for and feared it. She refused to let tears fall down her face, she had steadfastly refused to do so since her mother died. It just caused ehr so much pain.
She watched the girl singing and dancing for a while. She wondered whether to alert the girl to her presence, but her shyness held her back; she remembered how it was when she was discovered singing; although she did not mind eeting the person who discovered her.Her heart skipped a beatas she dwelled on this person and she sighed. Was Rosalind Dashwood, the girl so guarded with her feeling actually falling into that crazy thing called love?
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Post by Juliette Croft on Aug 13, 2008 15:35:45 GMT -5
Juliette has been dancing for a while now, feeling completely at ease and relaxed. She likes this feeling and hates to see it end. Who would want it to end? "Flying so high, I don't want to come back down...." she sings softly; as she lifts one leg up behind her and one arm, reaching out in front of her. She smiles, opening her eyes. "This is where I want to be..." Juliette adds, her voice soft and sweet.
Her leg touches back onto the floor, as she prepares to do a pirouette. But this time, a double. She closes her eyes, as she then pirouettes. But in the midst of the pirouette, Juliette loses her balance and she stumbles. Her hands fly out, in front of her, to catch herself - as she falls to the floor. She winces, as her leg lands on the floor with a soft thud. Her eyes glance all around her, to see if anyone happen to be there to witness her moment of gracefulness...or lack of.
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Post by Rosalind Dashwood on Aug 13, 2008 15:51:30 GMT -5
Rosalind picked up her long skirt and hurried over to the fallen girl "Are you alright?" she asked holding out a hand to help her up. She recognized her vaguely as a fellow dancer. "You were dancing very well" she smiled at the girl "I'm Rosalind by the way, Rosalind Dashwood" Named after Rosalind from Romeo and Juliet she added silently
The girl was pretty and had long blonde hair, as opposed to Rosalinds long dark hair which complemented her large dark eyes. She wondered what the girls name was, and if they could be friends. Did the girl live in the uncertainty that Rosalind lived in, or was she one of the lucky ones who came from a complete family, the one Rosalind longed for.
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Post by Juliette Croft on Aug 14, 2008 17:31:58 GMT -5
Juliette looked up at the sound of the voice, seeing a dark-haired young woman looking at her and holding out her hand. She could feel her cheeks already turning red, as she took the hand offered to her. "You were dancing very well." the girl said, smiling. Then, Juliette smiled back. "Thank you." she mumbled, as the girl helped her to her feet.
When the girl said her name, Juliette knew it. She is one of the other dancers, like me, she thought to herself. "I'm Juliette, it is very nice to meet you, Rosalind." she replied. The girl is a dark-haired beauty, Juliette observed. Silence fell between them, the two of them stood there, almost like statues. Juliette started to wonder if maybe, Rosalind and her could be friends. She doesn't really know a lot of people here in Paris, besides her grandmother and her friends.
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Post by Rosalind Dashwood on Aug 22, 2008 6:18:37 GMT -5
Rosalind smiled at the girl hoping they would become friends "Nice to meet you too" she said meaning what she meant, Rosalind being too shy to make friends was pleased by this chance meeting.
"Tell me do you live in the Opera house, or somewhere else?" she asked, it interested her. Rosalind lived in the opera, in her opinion one of ther nicest rooms there, it being on the corner so it had more windows and was slightly larger than the others. Rosalind was lucky in that respect and she knew it. "Rosangela, the lead singer here, does not live onsite." she added in an attempt to explain her question
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Post by Juliette Croft on Aug 22, 2008 8:58:23 GMT -5
Juliette smiled. Fair question, she thought to herself. "In the Opera house. I would stay with my grandmother, but she doesn't have room." she replied. Then, there was a brief silence. Juliette was grateful for this chance meeting, it meant a lot to her.
Having met Rosalind was like, the icing on the cake. Juliette has noticed her, seen her around the Opera, but never actually talked to Rosalind. And now that she finally has, Juliette was glad to have done so. "Do you live in the Opera house, Rosalind?" she then asked, taking a small step forward. She inhales deeply, waiting for Rosalind to respond.
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Post by Rosalind Dashwood on Aug 23, 2008 16:08:44 GMT -5
"Yes," i no longer have any family, effictivly she silently added "I live in dorm 7" she added smiling; she loved her room, it being one of the corner rooms.
She felt glad that she had met Juliette, she seemed nice, and hanging out with her seemed a much better prospect then handing in letters to the agency, as Rosalind called them in the hope that in some way they would decide to send them on to her sisters
Its only temporary, Miss Daswood they told her Its only untill your Dad returns
But her hope of ever seeing any of them again was fading, and Rosalind hated herself for losing hope
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Post by Juliette Croft on Aug 24, 2008 9:33:53 GMT -5
"Dorm 7, you say? I live in Dorm 5." Juliette replied, smiling back at Rosalind. She didn't expect this chance meeting, but she was glad it happened, that she met Rosalind. She seems very nice, she mused to herself.
A stray curl fell in front of her face, so she pushed it back behind her ear. "So...." she started, but her voice trailed off. Juliette had no idea what to say, her mind blank. She glanced down at her dress, then back at Rosalind. "What's your family like?" she asked. She couldn't think of anything else to ask.
I haven't seen my family in a while, they barely write, Juliette pondered. They couldn't have forgotten her, or did they?
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Post by Rosalind Dashwood on Aug 30, 2008 6:07:30 GMT -5
Rosalind sighed sadly, it was hard to think of her family "I have three sisters; Helena, Orphelia and Louis. Louis is studying to be a minister, and my sisters, Helena is 13 and Orphelia is 5. They now live with my Aunt" she did not mention her father, who was still missing, and it still hurt to think about her mother.
"What about your family?" she asked trying to shift attention away from her incomplete answer. "Its nice that our dorms are close together" she said "We could have midnight feasts and not worry too much about getting caught"
She pulled her dark hair out of her eyes and determindly kept her mind away from her family, away from her uncertain future. She knew she'd have to marry once she left the opera house, or even before then to secure a sustainable future. But who would marry her; a girl who had no mother and a father who the authories had labeled as crazy?
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Post by Juliette Croft on Aug 30, 2008 8:15:38 GMT -5
"Well, my family and I live out in the countryside. My father wanted to be closer to his mother. I have an older brother, Daniel. He is 4 years older than I am." Juliette replied. She looked down at her hands, one of them was shaking a bit. Juliette then pushed it to the back of her mind, as she put the shaking hand discreetly behind her back.
A brief silence fell. "Yes, it is great our dorms are close. Midnight feasts do sound like a pretty good idea, maybe we can have one sometime soon." she added, trying to move away from the subject of family. Rosalind seemed a bit upset with the subject, Juliette observed. Is it because Rosalind's family different from my own? She did not mention her parents, she wondered to herself.
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Post by Rosalind Dashwood on Sept 2, 2008 13:29:54 GMT -5
"Do you visit them often?" she asked envying the girl immensly; she knew where her family was. Henri moved from church to church as part of his training, her sisters were gone and her father....well that was even more vague. The only person she really knew where they were was her mother, and that answer was not really that comforting.
"Mummy is in heaven sweetie" a sad Rosalind said to her youngest sister Orphelia
"But I WANT Mummy!" she cried "I want mummy" she buried her head in Rosalinds shoulder and wept "Why she leave us? Don't she love us anymore" she looked up at Rosalind with her tearstained eyes "Is it my fault"
"No my beautiful girl, its not" Rosalind held her ittle sister tighter as she cried her eyes out wishing for her dear mother to be alive again. Rosalind looked up and saw her older brother staring at them
"Please stay Henri, we need you"
"Do you miss them?" she asked aswell
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Post by Juliette Croft on Sept 2, 2008 19:31:49 GMT -5
"Do you visit them often?" Juliette glanced at her hands, then back up at Rosalind. "Not as much as I want to. Once in a great while, they come into Paris to visit, but those visits are few and far between." she answered, then heaved a little sigh. "I do miss them terribly. And even though we used to pick on each other; Daniel and I are quite close." Juliette added.
A brief silence fell between them. Juliette finally noticed that, in Rosalind's eyes, she could see a glimpse of sadness. Maybe our families are a little more different than I expected, she thought to herself. Juliette gave Rosalind a re-assuring smile, to let her know that she's there for her. That is what friends are for, and Juliette is always loyal to her friends. Now, all she has to do is wait for Rosalind's answer - slightly hoping that the question wasn't too personal for her.
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Post by Rosalind Dashwood on Sept 7, 2008 8:11:44 GMT -5
Rosalind smiled, she felt a great desire to tell Juliette more of her past, why she felt, and sometimes looked so lonely. "Do they come and see you perform, or will they, even?"
She smiled and looked dreamy "i like to think my Mum watches me when I perform" she said without thinking "I miss her, I miss them all" she paused "It'll be nice if we hung out together" she said snapping out of her trance "Its nice to have friends, I've recently made friends with this one guy, Joseph Ferras his name is, but as he's a stage hand I won't be able to spend much tie with him. Plus" she grinned rather cheekily "He's a boy"
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Post by Juliette Croft on Sept 7, 2008 18:52:19 GMT -5
"Do they come and see you perform, or will they, even?" Juliette heaved a little sigh, tucking a runaway strand behind her ear. "I hope, they promised me." she responded. Juliette then tilted her head slightly, when Rosalind mentioned the stage hand. "Joesph Ferras, you say? I've seen him around, I even caught him watching us dance once. He didn't even notice." she added.
Yes, he didn't even notice, he was too occupied watching us, or was he just watching one of us? But which?, Juliette wondered to herself. She smiled at Rosalind. "I agree, it will be nice to hang out together. It'll be good to have a friend here in Paris." she said, changing the subject. The only people she knows here, is all her grandmother's friends. But it's good to talk to someone, around her age, for a change.
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