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Post by Chante on Mar 24, 2006 21:13:55 GMT -5
((Didn't know how I could really 'find' you, so I figured I'd just try this...if you don't mind. ^^;  ) Chante brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear so that perhaps this time it would stay out of her way. She had, through asking a series or people, many of whom had not been able to help her, found the room in which Yves supposedly lived during his free time. She rechecked the number by the door and, taking a deep breath, knocked on the door. It was rather early morning, not too early so that she would be waking up anyone who woke at a reasonable hour, but not so late that they would already be gone. ((Haha, what powerplaying? C:)) After thinking about what Jeanne and Alyna had said, she decided it would be a lot of fun to see Yves again - not just to see him, but perhaps they could take a walk out in the Marketplace, or have lunch or dinner together. She certainly enjoyed his company. It had been about two days since the Masquerade, and she thought it was long enough to not seem stalker-ish to track him down like this. |
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Post by Jeanne Grise on Mar 24, 2006 22:46:23 GMT -5
(((this is the best way to "find me"  ))) Yves yawned and walked hap-hazardly to the door. His hair was a mess, sticking up in some places, and his shirt was open to show his shapely chest. His eyes were half closed as he opened the door. "Yes?" Yves asked, sounding like he just stifled a yawn. "Who's there? Has practice started yet?" |
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Post by Chante on Mar 25, 2006 17:37:45 GMT -5
((ROFLOL!! V. nice, Jeanne. V. nice... xDD ))
Chante stumbled backward, face bright red. She realized she was staring and put her hand over her eyes, laughing in spite of her embarassment, and then looked up again, forcing hreself to focus on his face.
"Um...Yves?" She asked, trying not to laugh.
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Post by Jeanne Grise on Mar 26, 2006 12:31:10 GMT -5
Yves had noticed who it was before she spoke. His eyes widened in shocked and slight embarrassment as his hand went to his rumpled hair.
"Uh, hello Chante. I was uh, just getting some sleep. Are you here for something, is there anything you need?" Yves asked, slowly looking less like he had just woken up.
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Post by Chante on Mar 27, 2006 11:55:35 GMT -5
Chante looked flustered. "Um...well, I just came to...it's not important, I just...you can..." She gesutred ineffectively back towards his Dormitory, at a loss for words. How was one supposed to respond?
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Post by Jeanne Grise on Mar 27, 2006 12:19:50 GMT -5
"I'm sorry, here come in. Are you thirsty? I only have a bottle of wine, maybe it's too early in the morning though. It was left over from some night I celebrated with the other opera guys. Please, come in!" Yves opened up the door.
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Post by Chante on Apr 3, 2006 10:17:31 GMT -5
((I assume 'Blake' is a typo?))
Chante gestured ineffectively to the wall behind her, and then gave up and went in. "No wonder you're tired! I didn't mean to wake you up-" She said, feeling bad. "We just talked a bit, Alyna and Jeanne and I, and then went to bed. So I guess I got more sleep than you." She blushed, looking around the room. It showed signs of celebration, to be sure. ((That's sort of powerplaying, you can change your mind and tell me it's neat if you want. ^_^))
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Post by Jeanne Grise on Apr 3, 2006 18:14:51 GMT -5
(((uh, oops. Yeah, it is. And, it is kinda messy, not completely, but there are dirty clothes lying around and sheets of music stacked in a corner and stuff.)))
Yves laughed. He quickly moved to a chair and removed the clothes he had worn the previous night. "Do you want to sit down?" he asked, gesturing towards the now empty seat. "I am sorry it is such a mess, and I wasn't really sleeping, just staring off into space."
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Post by Chante on Apr 4, 2006 18:52:10 GMT -5
Chante nodded, still feeling a bit overwhelmed. "Thank you," She said, taking a seat. The mess didn't really bother her, she was a country girl by nature and had lived in a home where the pigs sometimes slept in the house when there was too much snow.
"Well, what I really came for was to ask if...I odn't know, perhaps if you'd like to go...do something...at some point? With me?" She decided that sounded wrong and shook her head.
"I mean, perhaps we could go out...not go out, I mean, just..." She trailed off, bright pink, feeling as htough she were just learning to talk. She had never had this much trouble expressing herself before!
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Post by Jeanne Grise on Apr 4, 2006 23:00:15 GMT -5
"Hmm?" Yves asked, turning around to face Chante. He had been looking out of the window. "I was thinking the same thing earlier. Though it seems you have beaten me to the punch! This Vendredi I am free of practice and what not around the opera, if you aren't busy?"
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Post by Chante on Apr 5, 2006 8:20:45 GMT -5
Chante breathed a sigh of relief.
"That sounds wonderful. And good luck with your lead in the Opear, by the way. I'll be watching from the Chorus." She added, and then realized that sounded a bit stalker-ish. "Um...yes. Good luck." She repeated.
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Post by Jeanne Grise on Apr 5, 2006 10:10:32 GMT -5
"And I'll be sure to try an find you out in the crowd of of singing girls," replied Yves in response to the "stalkerish" sounding remark. "And thank you, and good luck to you too."
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Post by Chante on Apr 5, 2006 11:39:48 GMT -5
Chante couldn't keep a brilliant smile from her face, so she let herself grin and stood up. "I'll uh...be going then. Opera today," She added stupidly, as though he hadn't known. "The chorus will be doing a few last rehearsals."
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Post by Jeanne Grise on Apr 5, 2006 19:50:38 GMT -5
Yves nodded and moved closer to Chante. He leaned closer so that his cheek was gently touching hers. "Friday then," he whispered into her ear before standing up straight to let Chante out.
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Post by Chante on Apr 5, 2006 22:28:34 GMT -5
((Man, is he a flirt or what!!))
Blushing furiously, Chante bit her lip, hiding a smile, and went to the door, ruining her graceful entrance by tripping at the door frame nad having to catch herself rather painfully on the wall. She shook out her wrist, which was throbbing, but she had embarassed herself enough. Without looking back so that Yves wouldn't have a chance to rescind his invitation.
She cursed quietly to herself in a rather unlady-like manner as she walked down the hall, half skipping, half skulking. Yves seemed to have this effect on her all the time. She would have to get used to it.
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