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Post by Joseph Ferras on Sept 12, 2008 16:05:58 GMT -5
Joseph smiled at the girl he was walking with. The sun caught her dark shining hair and her eyes were alight. She looked so delicate with her cheek pink from the cold wind and her small hand nestled in his elbow to keep it warm.
Of course, Roslaind and he were friends now, had been for a month, this, he expected had caused many raised eyebrows and whispers but the truth was that nothing was happening between them, it was a ppure friendship, nothing else.
They walked through the park, Rosalind with such echanting grace that Joseph felt himself just watching her fluid movements. He remembered what he had been trying to tell her.
"Rosalind" he said turning to look at her "Can I be honest with you. Will you judge me for what I am about to tell you"
His dark brown eyes widened slightly giving him a doe-eyed look of innocence and trustworthyness. He was wearing his working clothes; he had not been able to change out of them, after he caught Rosalind after her practise and asked her if she wanted to wlak with him.
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Post by Rosalind Dashwood on Sept 12, 2008 16:22:11 GMT -5
Walking in the park with joseph was peaceful, relaxing and she was very tempted to rested her head against his shoulder if she was not afraid of what people would think; she was already getting enough comments on it from people. Not that she cared, she just did not like the attention.
She was able to get changed quickly after Joseph asked her for the walk, it was one of the skills that the dancers had to posses. Joseph did not change, to Rosalind it was rather charming seeing him like that, clothes kind of dusty, but face almost perfectly cleaned and scrubbed.
It was nice how he did swoop in to ask her, making her jump as she walked off the stage, slightly worn out from excerize, but also happy from being complimented by the head ballet teacher, seeing Joseph talk to her infront of the other Chorus girls, all of whom, Rosalind suspected, were slightly in love with him
When he turned to her and asked her something she smiled "Joe, you know I never jude anyone what is it?" she smiled again as he looked at him properly in the face "You've got something on your face" she said taking out her clean hankercheif and wiping the dust off his face.
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Post by Joseph Ferras on Sept 13, 2008 10:10:52 GMT -5
Joseph smiled and stood their patiently whilst Rosalind wiped the peice of dust off.
"My mother is ill" he said when she'd finished "And i come from a large family, there are nine of us including my parents I think. But my father is ill too, he drinks a lot now that Mother is dying." he closed his eyes for a while "The doctor says there is no hope for her, we do not have the money for her medicine, my father drinks it all away" his eyes widened "I am not asking for money, i just needed a confidant" he said urgently before carrying on "There is only enough food for my siblings and parents. I have to beg food off the cook at the populair. But still I am not the worst off in the world, underneath it all I know my father still loves me, and my mother has enough energy to smile"
he looked at his friend intently, what was she thinking behind those beautiful large eyes, was she judging, was she pitying or was she just thinknig? The confession had been hard on him, and yet he knew that Rosalind has hardships of her own; she was not stranger to heartache.
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Post by Rosalind Dashwood on Sept 13, 2008 14:58:51 GMT -5
"Oh Joseph," was all she could say at first, before walking towards him and hugging him "You are so strong. If I could do anything to help you, anything.
She felt instant pity for him and looked at him quietly, he had been open with her, she should really tell him too
"Joseph" she said "I'm not competing with you when I tell you this, but since you have been honest with me " she fiddled with her sleeve "I am alone," she said "My mother died a while back. It broke my fathers heart. HE dissapeared recently, and my sisters got taken away from me. I miss them all so" she finished sadly. "I'm so glad I have you" she said.
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Post by Joseph Ferras on Oct 4, 2008 13:59:17 GMT -5
He felt a swoop of compassion for Rosalind, he knew how she felt, he was going through it, but to lose it all, and have all that uncertainty.
They were a lot alike the two of them, he thought, although what happened to her, he feared could happen to him, it was likely. He liked the hug she gave him, the brief,sudden hug, like she couldn't help herself. It was something he seemed to desperatly need, but her never got. he was the oldest, no-one seemed to think he needed it. He supposed it was the same for Rosalind.
He took her hand and gave it a squeeze before dropping it gently "I guess now were best friends" he said before grinning, it seemed right, just being friends with the beautiful girl infront of him, and he didn't mind, he thought, as he walked along beside her, right now it was what he needed
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Post by Rosalind Dashwood on Oct 25, 2008 14:24:36 GMT -5
Rosalind smiled and walked along with quite possibly the most handsome guy she had ever seen
"best friends" she said as though trying it out "I like that" A person can have more than one best friend anyway she thought to herself, she walked even lighter now, telling Joseph made her feel like a huge weight had been lifted off of her.
She nodded at a passer by who was staring at them "Good day" she said politly before carrying on her conversation with Joseph. "Do you still watch us dance?" she wanted to know, rather hoping he did "Joseph" she realised someone was casting her a dissaproving glance at this, she was tempted to make at face at them "Sorry, Monsiour Ferras" she said in an overly refined tone mocking the person "You really should take up Opera jobs, you are tons better than the leading male" her tone was warm as she complimented her friend walking slightly closer to him as the cold wind picked up.
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Post by Joseph Ferras on Dec 23, 2008 15:09:56 GMT -5
Joseph smiled at Rosalinds resilience to society, he rather admired it. "It's rather nice of you to say that Rosalind, I do not think it is true though" he wished it was, he did not like the leading singer, they were nothing compared to Erik Claudin, he remembered hearing him once when he went in there when he was eight.
Deciding to take Rosalinds take on things he decided to be reilient too, he smirked at the gaping passer by and put his arm around her shoulder. She was also shivering and Joseph felt that he was doing at least something to warm her up
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Post by Rosalind Dashwood on Jan 18, 2009 13:31:28 GMT -5
"Thanks Jo" she said smiling "It's freezing out here" she said her mind racing as she formualted a plan to brighten Joseph's life; she had to do it, she knew she had to. She could not condemn him to a life like hers, she could not see such a kind and handsome person go through the same as her; he had more to lose.
"How are your sisters getting on, and your brothers. I love that you called the twins Louis and Philippe, was that your idea?"
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