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Post by Daniella on Jan 19, 2006 21:59:08 GMT -5
it was mid day and the hall was empty accept for a maid here or there, Daniella decided it was a grand time to get in some extra practice seeing as the normal dance room seemed to be occupied. She had been having some problems with her spins, her ankle kept giving out for some reason making it so she landed wrong...
she must have done it a million times before why now was it bothering her? right in time for tryouts too...true the opera wasn't for a while still but, as she knew all too well, practice makes perfect.
and nothing would be perfect if she didn't work it out.
so, she tried and tried and tried some more, each time no better than the last.. till she over turned and landed on her bottom.. ankle now not only sore but, now twisted...and no one around...
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Post by Jeanne Grise on Jan 19, 2006 22:35:14 GMT -5
"You need help?" asked Jeanne as she was walking into the room. Jeanne walked over to the girl and held out her hand. "Those steps can be very tricky sometimes," she said with a wink.
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Post by Daniella on Jan 20, 2006 17:32:23 GMT -5
"yeah i know..." Daneilla said as she took Jeanne's hand, her face squinting in pain.
"maybe i should retire for the day, I don't think i can dance anymore," she stood and tried to take a step, "let alone walk." She almost fell and grabbed the girl around the sholders.
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Post by Jeanne Grise on Jan 20, 2006 20:22:07 GMT -5
Jeanne steadied the dancer and supported her weight, though she was exhausted herself.
"Maybe you should sit on the stairs and rest for a little while. Give your ankle the rest it deserves. I am Jeanne by the way."
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Post by Daniella on Jan 22, 2006 0:16:07 GMT -5
she nodded and and headed for the nearest step, hobbling most of the way.
"yes I've seen you around, I've been meaning to introduce myself, but...i guess I've been a bit bussy.." glancing down at her ankle as to show proof of her point. "My name's Daniella." she added as if reminding herself to be courteous. "I'm a dancer here, you?"
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Post by Jeanne Grise on Jan 22, 2006 2:24:30 GMT -5
"I am a dancer too. But not very good on acount of my knee. I injured it a while back and it hasn't completely healed." Jeanne helped Daniella sit down and then sat down herself.
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Post by Daniella on Jan 22, 2006 21:09:39 GMT -5
"you and i seem to be in the same boat my friend," Daniella said with a bit of a laugh.. "if i didn't know any better I'd say my limbs where made of steel."
"It's this silly opera everyone is talking about, one little gossip and you have people jumping of the ceiling! myself included..any chance to get closer to, well...something." She paused and looked into a corner as if suddenly fascinated with the dust stirring in the light there..."or maybe to forget something.."
Slightly shaking her head and taking a deep breath she focused back on her injured leg, "darn this thing! well it won't help sitting here for too long, if I'm steel now just wait! I think I'll go back to practice, if i can't dance just yet at least i can try to memorize the steps...you coming?"
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Post by Jeanne Grise on Jan 22, 2006 21:40:59 GMT -5
Jeanne looked over to the corner and shrugged a thought off. She nodded and looked up, smiling.
"Yeah, if I don't stretch soon I will be sore tomorrow. And that isn't good now, is it?" Jeanne stood up and paused. "Do you need help walking?"
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Post by Daniella on Jan 23, 2006 15:04:25 GMT -5
"well, maybe alittle.." she admited meakly. "it doesn't hurt as much now though."
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Post by Jeanne Grise on Jan 23, 2006 19:43:53 GMT -5
"That's good." Jeanne held out her arm. "So, how long have you been here?"
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Post by Daniella on Jan 24, 2006 0:20:07 GMT -5
Daniella rolled her eyes, she didn't like this question because everytime she answered, it made her feel so...old..."since i was seven...my mother put me here." after a small silence, she asked, "what about you? what's your story?"
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Post by Jeanne Grise on Jan 24, 2006 10:57:46 GMT -5
"Oh," Jeanne was a little embarrassed that she wasn't actually French, but she didn't like lying. "I was born in England." Jeanne paused to let that sink in. "I was born into a wealthy family but my father was ruined from speculation. So, I was sent to France. To a nice boarding school, but I wanted to dance." Jeanne looked at Daniella. "I injured my knee a year ago. I had thought my carrer as a dancer was over, but I was able to restrengthen it and found myself here!
"Now, you must know this Opera House very well, all those hidden passageways and what not, being here so long," said Jeanne with a grin.
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Post by Daniella on Jan 24, 2006 13:17:49 GMT -5
Daniella blushed alittle, there was that word...long...
she bent her head down in a smile of laughter, then looked up at Jeanne, "yes i suppose i do..why?"
Daniella also felt bit guilty, here she was being all discreet with her past and Jeanne let it all out, what was she hiding? was it really that bad? it seems that she was not the only one who was a bit...orphaned...as she thought this her smile started to fade.
"My Mother," she began, "Died, and...i really have no idea where my father is, or if he is not dead himself." She put her tongue in her cheek as to mole over what she had just said. "this locket," she said placing a fist around it. "is the only thing i have left, my father gave it to me just before he left, promised he'd come back for us...for me."
She opened the clasp, "see?"
on the inside layed a photograph of three people, all looking very happy. on the other was a small crumpled piece of paper. Daniella closed it again and placed it gingerly back on her chest. She braced herself for the sure to come silence.
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Post by Jeanne Grise on Jan 25, 2006 0:00:20 GMT -5
Jeanne looked at the picture and smiled sweetly. "Is that your family? Your mother was beautiful." She paused, trying to think of something to say that would not hurt Daniella. "I hope, and am sure, that your father will find you one day. No father could live his whole life never knowing his daughter." Jeanne thought of her father, who didn't really want her to leave.
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Post by Daniella on Jan 25, 2006 20:01:32 GMT -5
Daniella smiled, she was starting to really like Jeanne, "thanks." she commented.
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