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Post by ladyofmusic on Jun 12, 2014 21:54:32 GMT 10
Erik and his son sat in a carriage as it drove them through the city of Paris, away from the docks towards his old home, the Opera house. The older man sighed, closing his eyes as his hands clenched the top of his cane
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Post by witch on Jun 12, 2014 22:04:39 GMT 10
"Something wrong Dad?" the young man questioned his father knowing that thoughts of the past must be rushing through his father's head.
They had just past the graveyard where his mother had been laid to rest years before, an accident that his father often blamed himself for though in truth...it had been an old friend of the families.
"You know, this....this will be a new start."
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Post by ladyofmusic on Jun 12, 2014 22:10:33 GMT 10
"Nothing son, everything is... Adequate," he nodded, sighing heavily yet again as he turned to look out the window as he opened his eyes "I know Gustave, I know..."
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Post by witch on Jun 12, 2014 22:16:03 GMT 10
Not for one moment did Gustave believe his father but he wouldn't say anything instead he put his mind to other things, like the tasks that would be awaiting him once they arrived.
Yes the Paris Opera House was back in action, a fact that had taken years to complete, hours of searching and...countless minutes to compose. Now, now however he knew the rose gardens would be complete, the cast would be performing (though some would still be arriving) stage hands would be working and costumes....well...that was one issue that was still being debated.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Jun 12, 2014 22:22:44 GMT 10
Suddenly Erik's eyes landed upon a very fine specimen... Perfect for a man of his class and position... He lifted his cane and tapped on the roof of the carriage.
"Stop," he ordered, his eyes never leaving his discovery
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Post by witch on Jun 12, 2014 22:27:48 GMT 10
"What the..." Gustave started though stopped as he braced himself.
Looking out the window his eyes scanned the landscape til finally falling on the one thing that must have court his father attention.
"Really?" he breathed to himself.
Over the years he had watched his fathers "downward spiral" of countless women to which he had leant to deal.
"Did you want me to fetch her or....shall you pass the invite."
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Post by ladyofmusic on Jun 12, 2014 22:33:09 GMT 10
"I will get her, you stay put son, less you see one you like as well?" He asked, smirking ever so slightly as the door to the carriage was opened he stepped out and over to the figure.
The young brunette stood in a corner, trying to keep out of the cold winter night wind, her clothes which were hardly covering her at all not helping her keep any warmer as she shivered heavily, trying to still catch the eye of passing gentlemen
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Post by witch on Jun 12, 2014 22:40:24 GMT 10
"Doubt it" he said to himself as he watched his father get out unlike Erik Gustave had yet to meet a girl that court his eye...at least one that didn't think they could reach a spotlight through him, not that he really had time for that.
With his father's mopping and past it had mostly been up to him to arrange the rebuild of the Opera House. Finding all that was needed along with the people needed to make it once more the toast of Paris. So...while he waited his father return he debated where to next start looking for his fashion designer.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Jun 13, 2014 0:36:31 GMT 10
"Then stay put boy," he said before turning to young girl.
She clutched at herself in an attempt to keep warm, pushing her bosom up in her girdle which was free to see for the worlds pleasure, reaching out to passing men, trying to ask them if they wanted pleasing but too cold to fully get a sentence out.
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Post by witch on Jun 13, 2014 0:44:36 GMT 10
A three steep stride. Cane and two feet. If it had been the concert hall it would have claimed his arrival for now his stride simply took him closer to that which he desired.
The almost winter bite filled the air making his cape dance and taking it off a little harder but... it didn't stop Erik from drapping it around the small figure with her back to him.
"Insolent fool, this slave of fashion"
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Post by ladyofmusic on Jun 13, 2014 1:28:49 GMT 10
She jumped, gasping as she turned to look at him, frozen though whether it was from fear, shock or the cold was not clear. She bowed her head, swallowing hard. "T t tha thank you... Monsieur..."
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Post by witch on Jun 13, 2014 1:39:02 GMT 10
"You should stay out of cold." he voiced "Snow will soon be falling, I grant you have somewhere warm to stay that isn't far?" Though by the looks of her clothes he doubted it.
"Winter" Rose breathed shivering slightly as she stood upon a corner dusking. Having since been 'let go' from the mills having finally worked of a sum not even hers. Now, now her old source of food was that which she could find with a pence here and a dim earned there.
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Post by ladyofmusic on Jun 13, 2014 1:41:25 GMT 10
"I would sir but I must earn enough to rent a room, I thank you for your concern sir but... I am able to care for myself, you no doubt have more important thing's to worry about than I."
Gustave sighed heavily as he waited for his father, looking along the other sdie of the street
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Post by witch on Jun 13, 2014 1:49:18 GMT 10
"Let me worry about such things. Though I wouldn't be much of a gentlemen to leave a lady with no roof over her head. I'm sure we can think of something. Tell me, what say you come work for me?"
Hidden within the shadows and darkness Rose's voice filled the air.
"I don't know if you can hear me, or if you're even there. I don't know if you would listen To a young girls prayer"
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Post by ladyofmusic on Jun 13, 2014 1:54:50 GMT 10
She looked up at him, furrowing her brow slightly, tilting her head to the side in confusion "Sir, what could I possibly do that you would be willing to employ me for?"
"Driver, should my father return before I do, tell him I shall meet him there and have just gone for a walk,"
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