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Post by CrEAdor on Feb 10, 2007 18:37:14 GMT -5
The jet-black hair was gelled back and a very expansion suit was on his torso. At his arm was a blonde arm-candy. She had bright blue eyes just like his. The honey-colored hair were in waves and bright red paints was on her velvets. It was easy to get arm candy when he was as wealthy as he was. Sadly it was horrible to him how easy it was to get her. Yet, she was known widely around town.
Finally getting her to her seat, he moved to a different location to were his twin sister is with her husband. Elzira looked up at him with her blue pools and smiled lightly. She knew exactly what he had done and got closer to her husband. The husband that she had hired her own twin to kill when they leave. Easy as pie.
Then the opera started. Of course neither of them listened. They were waiting for the law to come and arrest them. They were wanted, but the police didn't know they were looking for them. They killed and it was easy to them. Easy as pie. [/center][/color]
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Post by Claire Rosebury on Feb 12, 2007 17:27:29 GMT -5
Claire's mother and father, both ecstatic and saddened b their daughter's move to the Americas had gotten tickets to the latest opera in town. It was rumored to be quite a show and to have excellent singers. Claire figured this was a pleasant outing for the small family, and let them indulge in buying tickets for a box seat.
Unfortunately, they had not checked their other events for the evening of the show they were to attend. And plans collided. While they were all looking forward to the family outing, it was forgotten that the very same night was when her parents were going to a Press Dinner. Quite unfortunate indeed. But Claire insisted that she would be fine going alone and would be sure to give them all of the details the next morning.
So she took off in a cabby to the Opera, feeling independent and yet a bit nervous. Sure she had been out alone on several occasions, but going to an Opera alone seemed a bit odd. No matter, she would enjoy the show whether she was in good company or none at all. The carriage pulled up to the theater and she stepped out, smiled a the cabby driver and headed for the building.
She entered to find that the production was just beginning. So she had gotten her timing wrong. Thankfully her seat was near the edge of the row and she was wearing a dark color, perhaps she would not be noticed at all. She entered silently, trying to creep down the aisle to her seat. When she reached it, she found a gentleman and two woman sitting next to the three empty seats which were her parents' and her own.
Trying not to disturb them, she slipped into the seat as stealthly as she could and then tried to relax and listen as the notes of opening song were being sung.
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Post by CrEAdor on Feb 12, 2007 21:50:06 GMT -5
The blue pools of the twins watched the woman pass by and take the seat next to them. Memnoch looked over at his twin and noticed her fine line of her full velvets. Laughing lightly he heard his twin growl. It always amused him when his twin was angry. It was light work of a big problem.
Memnoch had gotten ten minutes into the opera when he saw a woman who had thrown herself at him. That night she was the main attraction. Moaning lightly he covered his face with his hand. It had been a terrible break-up and he would rather not have seen her. Looking at the woman next to him he leaned over, his velvets close to her lob. "Wonderful singer, but in real life she has a horrible conversion voice. Hard to keep your ears tuned in. Yet, on the stage and singing it is lovely." [/center][/color]
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Post by Claire Rosebury on Feb 13, 2007 8:07:40 GMT -5
Claire bit her lip as the woman scowled when she passed; she truly hadn't wished to upset anyone. She had hoped that they veiwing and hearing of the show hadn't been entirely ruined by her breif interference. She tried to keep her mind on the preformance in front of her, to become wrapped up in it and not worry about any one else. It was not so easy.
One of the three who were seating next to her leaned over to make a comment, it was the gentleman. It seemed very odd and almost ungentlemanlike to, for one, speak to a complete lady stranger and, for two, in the middle of an opera. She listened to his comment but found a hint of spite in his tone. It appeared to her that he probably knew this woman and didn't like her for one reason or another.
"I'm pretty sure, though Sir, that it matter's not to a singer what her conversaion voice is like. I'm sure that her only love is singing and she would rather not speak to another person but in song rather than have the loveliest talking voice," she replied smartly and then turned her attention back to the opera, hoping he would keep to himself and not upset the others present.
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Post by CrEAdor on Feb 14, 2007 22:13:31 GMT -5
The blue pools watched his old lover walk around the stage. The beautiful singing voice filling his ears. Only when he listened to her, he heard the irritation voice that he had to deal with. A deep shudder went through his bodice. The blue pools then moved to the woman next to him. Simple and pretty. Some nice lady that he would like to get to know. Not like the other woman. . . No, he doesn't think anyone will be like the one that has his heart.
When he ended his conversaion she spoke. A scowl spread across his features. A hand wrapped around his jaw in thought. The blues held upon the woman singing. Finally he looked back at the girl. "Considering you can never meet her, it is unrightful to judge. She happens to want nothing but money. Self-centered and will talk your ear off. She just so happens to have a talent in singing."
(ooc:That really stunk. Sorry.)
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Post by Claire Rosebury on Feb 15, 2007 8:59:32 GMT -5
(tis fine "I was not judging, merely making a point. Notice that I am but an observer of one with a beautiful voice and I am drawing my conclusions from such," she said and then quickly added. "Now if you wish to keep your comments to yourself, I would like to enjoy that voice while it sings." Then Claire drew back into amost lady-like position looking straight at the stage trying to seem more interested in what was happing in front of her than beside her. And most of all, she didn't want to ruin the show for anyone else by having idle conversation with a stranger.
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Elsbeth Abrahm
Small Water
"Can we go home now, mother?" - Vivianne
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Post by Elsbeth Abrahm on Feb 10, 2008 1:17:38 GMT -5
Outside the theater, things were not as orderly. "Come now, dear. We mustn't dawdle. We are already late." Elsbeth looked up at her mother under her veil and she sighed, picking up her pace. "Your father expected us to be here earlier, didn't you?" Elsbeth glanced at her father as he marched beside his wife. "Yes, dearest, but you must not forget that little episode Elsbeth had." Elsbeth suddenly glared at her father as he said those words. "Sh! Do not say such things in public! We are the Abrahm's, after all." Samuel, Elsbeth's brother, smiled slightly at the large title his mother had given them. They were not that popular. "It is no fault of ours if our daughter goes raving mad every time someone mentions Viv-" "No! Do not say her name!" Samuel pulled his sister into a hug as their parents argued down the street. When they reached the theater, they quietly stepped into the hall and waited for the next performance. Elsbeth knew her mother would find it odd if they walked in now, when they show had already begun. "Don't mind them, Beth. You know how they are." Elsbeth turned her head to Samuel as he spoke. "I know, brother, but we have all suffered enough. I do not want to make things harder on them." Elsbeth walked away from the chair she sat on, away from her parents, but Samuel pulled her back. "I'm leaving, Beth." Elsbeth stopped. "That is absurd! You cannot go! You cannot leave me alone with... with them." She gestured to her parents. "I realise that, Beth, but you know as well as I do that I can't stay here a moment longer. I am hopefully boarding the Titanic very soon." He said this all in a whisper, but Elsbeth heard every word. Tears formed in her eyes and rushed down her cheeks in waves. "Please don't leave me." Samuel looked deep into his sister's eyes. "If you can get enough money to come, you may come with me. But that means we must discuss it with Mother and Father." Elsbeth blinked and smiled broadly before hugging her brother tightly. "I shall never forget this, brother." [/center]
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