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Post by ladyofmusic on Dec 24, 2012 12:49:50 GMT 10
"Darling are you ready?" her mother asked, with her still thick Russian accent coming through as she walked up to her daughters room.
She knocked and walked in, sighing sadly, she wanted so much for her child to be free from this life, yet knew that her father would never allow it.
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Post by witch on Dec 24, 2012 12:56:04 GMT 10
Rose turned sighing softly looking down at the costume she wore. While she knew what went of behind the closed doors af the Rouge that her father owned she'd never get used to it.
"I guess so" she replied to her mothers question looking at her knowing that her mother was the main 'prize' of the place.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Dec 24, 2012 12:57:05 GMT 10
"Your hair is caught in your gown again my little one, come over here and let me fix it" she said, forcing a smile as she looked at her child.
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Post by witch on Dec 24, 2012 14:06:46 GMT 10
Rose moved toward her mother not truly caring about her hair, being used to the fact it always seemed court in something. Of course, that tended to happen when you hair was long enough to sit on.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Dec 24, 2012 14:08:10 GMT 10
"Honestly, you need this trimming a bit my little one" she said as she unlatched her daughters hair from her outfit. "There, now turn around and let me look at you, need to ensure you look good enough to please the pigs yet covered enough to keep both your father and me happy"
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Post by witch on Dec 24, 2012 14:10:15 GMT 10
She turned her gaze falling to the ground her mind set else where not wanting to think about the cat calls she'd no doubt get as soon as she steeped on stage. Still she couldn't help but be greatful that rules claimed she was a "look no touch item"
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Post by ladyofmusic on Dec 24, 2012 14:12:29 GMT 10
"Beautiful as tthe day you were born... Oh please little one, don't look so sad you know how it breaks my old heart to see such misery on such a perfect face... I am working on getting you away from here my little one..." She said softly, hearing a knock at the door
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Post by witch on Dec 24, 2012 14:13:58 GMT 10
"Sorry, but you know how I feel about this." she said looking to the door. "You'd better go Mum, you know what Dads like if you arent first one stage"
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Post by ladyofmusic on Dec 24, 2012 14:15:29 GMT 10
"It is my night off of being shown dear... Instead I shall have bed sores... Yay" she said, sighing heavily as the knocking persisted. "Alright, alright I am coming now!" She yelled, opening the door to Erik. "Can I not spend five minutes in private with my own flesh and blood, huh!"
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Post by witch on Dec 24, 2012 14:19:17 GMT 10
"She's meant to be on stage so no and you have....people to see to" he stated "Now move"
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Post by ladyofmusic on Dec 24, 2012 14:20:13 GMT 10
"Ya, ya... Good luck my little one" she said, kissing her cheek, shoving past Erik, muttering in Russian
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Post by witch on Dec 24, 2012 14:57:39 GMT 10
"Thanks Mum" she said her gaze turning to her father and waiting.
She knew that just like her mother he would look her over though with a more careful eyes telling her that the clothes she wore weren't tight enough, wasnt the right colour ect.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Dec 24, 2012 14:59:48 GMT 10
"Hmm... You are wearing a far too loose of a corset my dear, hardly any make up and you skirt is too long, as your top is too high"
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Post by witch on Dec 24, 2012 15:01:23 GMT 10
She sighed.
"Would you mind gathering the items I need then while I do the make up?"
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Post by ladyofmusic on Dec 24, 2012 15:02:07 GMT 10
"It is not proper fo a father to do such a thing but since your mother is busy yes" he said as he did so"
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