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Post by Lunarskys on Oct 26, 2009 17:16:41 GMT -8
Cerise stood at her post at the side of the stairs, people coming and going though it was a slow day right then. She had already taken three messages backstage from three different people. Thankfully only one had a message she had to repeat to the reciever. The other two were letters with nice seals on them, though she dare not ever open a letter. That was out of the question. Backstage was alive with activity as usual, the regular getting prepared, masks, and one or two new costumes that she would look at before heading back to the foyer.
She stood there a bit bored but watched the people past, there were so many different type of people. Those that acted a little stuck up and those that seemed friendly while talking with someone they knew. Though it was slow and she just waited til someone wanted her for a message, errand, to help them some place. Yeah, she had a lot of different jobs but she loved being at the Opera and working for it.
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Post by Christine on Oct 28, 2009 15:26:19 GMT -8
Christine didn't know whether to feel grateful or disappointed that she was no longer the new girl. On the one hand she wouldn't be gawked at; on the other, (though she would die before admitting it) she rather enjoyed the attention. Either way, the dark-haired older girl that had mysteriously showed up at the Opera a few days before had taken that position, and there wasn't anything Christine could do about it.
"Hello," she said, smiling at the other girl. "You're Miss Demi, yes? Am I supposed to be doing something? I... I think someone wanted me backstage... I..."
Christine trailed off. Come to think of it, what was she doing here? Wasn't she supposed to be having lunch with Monsieur Corbeau, even if she didn't welcome his attentions?
But Christine had to get backstage. Someone wanted her there. That much was certain.
"I'm sorry," she continued, feeling flustered. "I just, je suis confusée. Est-ce-- I mean, is there a message for Christine Daaé?"
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Post by Lunarskys on Oct 28, 2009 15:53:01 GMT -8
Cerise watched as everyone was thinning out and mainly the people that worked at the theater were walking around busy. She saw Miss Daaé coming her way and listened silently to her, whom seemed a bit out of sorts.
She nodded to Miss Daaé, "Hello, I am Miss Demi. No Miss Daaé, there have not been any messages for you or I would have tried to find you, but if you think you should backstage I could go with you," she said, the last part not needed, but she herself wanted to get backstage and look and see if anything new was there. She just loved to see costumes and masks up close, though she was no designer and couldn't really help them other than running errands.
"It is ok to be confused mademoiselle, it has happened to me here enough," she said to the preformer. Yes, she knew about Christine being a preformer, but she didn't know what Christine did in it.
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Post by Christine on Oct 28, 2009 16:16:52 GMT -8
"Merci very much, Miss Demi," Christine said, wringing her hands. "I don't have to be back there, though. I am supposed to have lunch with Monsieur Corbeau in an hour, but I was supposed to come here first, I thought... Do you have dreams?" She added abruptly. It wasn't as if she had wanted to come to the Opéra de Paris when Father died. But then, as soon as Christine had come, the dreams had started again, and now she couldn't imagine going away for longer than a day. She hadn't dreamed since she'd been a little girl, but the way this place was had revived them. She had the distinct and irritating feeling that she'd been here before, before Father died, and that there was someone here that she knew...
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Post by Lunarskys on Oct 28, 2009 16:51:10 GMT -8
Cerise saw Christine wring her hands and listen to her speak. Then when she mentioned dreams suddenly made her feel a bit off balanced. Yes she did have dreams and sometimes her dreams would be deja vu in real life the next day or sometime in the future. Other wise it was dreams that came from her head or some how it would sneak into her head, but there have been a few dreamless nights.
"Mademoiselle, yes I do have dreams, though not all the time. Please do not tell this to anyone else, but once in a while I would get a dream where I glimpse a part of some future day. Deja vu, and sometimes the past which I wish not to go," she said in a whisper so that only Miss Daaé would hear her. Only a few times, it hadn't happen more than twice that she could remember before she came to the Opera. Though recently she had, had one or two. Nothing amazing, just of someone giving her a letter or running an errand.
She wondered why Christine brought that up, but gave no comment on that. She figeted her left hand over her dress, she was afraid that Miss Daaé would tell someone and knew she couldn't take back what she said. It was personally and she trusted Miss Daaé when she just met her, but maybe she went too fast.
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