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Apr 24, 2006 21:21:22 GMT -5
Post by Jolie Beauvais on Apr 24, 2006 21:21:22 GMT -5
Now, Jolie was not the most location conscious person, but you would think that after have spent three years before her most recent return in the Opera Populaire she would at least be able to navigate her way through the empty corridors and such. However, this was not the case. She was lost yet again. It seemed to be a most popular, or at least common, scenario. Jolie would decided to "explore" the opera house and up somewhere completely unfamiliar to her at the mercy of the chance that someone might stumble upon her oblivion.
It was no secret that she wasn't the most popular resident at the opera house, but then again, she was never even in one of the opera. That most definitely had something to do with it. Either way, you would think someone would notice when a young female who was almost always around and who was prone to getting disoriented in the halls was missing.
But alas, Jolie was all alone, wondering when someone would come and find her. Pathetic. She decided to take a seat in one of the corridors. It was probably better for to sit and wait for some one then to continue trying to find her way out since that obviously wasn't going to happen anytime soon.
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Apr 24, 2006 21:59:16 GMT -5
Post by Thérèse Dupassé on Apr 24, 2006 21:59:16 GMT -5
The twisting corridors, a mysterious labyrinth to one unaccustomed to them, were quickly becoming familiar to Thérèse. It was the duty of the servants of the opera to do their work and keep out of sight. Ballerinas and prima donnas, while not necessarily the most respectable in society, at least had a touch of glamour to them. No one wanted to see a maid covered in soot from cleaning the fire places.
Therefore, Thérèse was more than a little surprised to see a girl sitting down in the middle of the hallway.
"Excuse me?" She said loudly. She had an unpleasant thought about that silly phantom rumor people kept going on about, but quickly dismissed it from her head.
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Apr 25, 2006 17:37:45 GMT -5
Post by Jolie Beauvais on Apr 25, 2006 17:37:45 GMT -5
Jolie nearly gasped as the woman seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. That was fast. Usually she was stuck for at least a few hours before she was discovered seated in the middle of nothingness. However, she was taken aback slightly by what Jolie interpreted as a harsh tone. Perhaps it was just loud. Either way, Jolie did not think that the woman was too pleased to see her.
"I got...erm...lost." she explained timidly. Jolie was not the outgoing type, but she wasn't one to be standoffish either. She was just quite shy and extremely soft spoken in everyday life.
"I'm Jolie Beauvais." she introduced herself. "I've seen you about the opera house in previous days." she said. It was a lie, but a believable one. In all of Jolie's years meeting people, she found it more inviting to hear that you were recognized. It made things less awkward...the majority of the time.
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Apr 25, 2006 20:15:21 GMT -5
Post by Thérèse Dupassé on Apr 25, 2006 20:15:21 GMT -5
"Got lost. How did you get back here anyway? You're not one of the staff," Thérèse asked shortly. She didn't mean to be cross, but she didn't like finding one of the performers wandering around in the back areas of the Opera House. It seemed somewhat invasive, it wasn't as though she was allowed to go up on stage- well, except to sweep it off each night.
"Thérèse Dupassé," she said. Though her slightly curled lips and narrowed brown eyes gave off an air of impatience, she betrayed some anxiety by her constant fidgeting with her skirt. "It's likely you have seen me before, as we both work here." She remembered her manners. "Mademoiselle," she added quickly.
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Apr 26, 2006 16:51:50 GMT -5
Post by Jolie Beauvais on Apr 26, 2006 16:51:50 GMT -5
"I just...erm..walked." Jolie said in a sort of confessional sort of way. What else was she supposed to say? No one ever told her that only staff was supposed to walk around the empty areas of the opera house.
"It's a pleasure to meet you Mademoiselle Dupassé." she said after the introductions ended. Jolie promptly picked herself up off of the floor. Perhaps that was not the most practical place for her to be at the moment. "Do you happen to remember a Monseiur Devale? He passed about three years ago, but he was part of maintanance staff for many years." she asked. Monseiur Devale was the elderly man who had taken care of Jolie when she had lived at the Opera Populaire for the first time. "He had a room just down...well...erm..somewhere in the opera house." she continued, but then realized that she couldn't give directions to where his room used to be if she didn't currently know where she was.
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Apr 26, 2006 19:30:05 GMT -5
Post by Thérèse Dupassé on Apr 26, 2006 19:30:05 GMT -5
"You needn't address me as Mademoiselle, I'm just a maid," Thérèse said simply. "Up you get," she commented as Jolie got to her feet. "Everything in order? Good."
"I'm afraid I'm not familiar with your friend. I'm quite new here, you see," she explained. "Just a few weeks, in fact... That said, one learns the back ways around this building far more easily in my position than in your's." She cracked a small smile.
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May 2, 2006 19:50:23 GMT -5
Post by Jolie Beauvais on May 2, 2006 19:50:23 GMT -5
"Sorry..." she apologized for the mistake, even though she wasn't quite sure if it was appropriate. It was, more or less, a force of habit. She grew up in a lower class. Everyone was above her. And even so, Jolie thought everyone deserved at least the respect of a small title before their name.
"Two weeks, wow. Even being backstage all of the time, I still don't think I could learn this place that fast." Jolie confessed. "I'm terrible with navigation. Don't be surprised if you find me back here again." she warned jokingly.
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May 3, 2006 23:28:26 GMT -5
Post by Thérèse Dupassé on May 3, 2006 23:28:26 GMT -5
"You have to learn things fast when you're working in a place like this. You seem a bit short of staff, you know? Not many new people come in wanting the job. Let's go this way." She pointed down the hall from where she came and with a ruffle of skirt and a toss of brown hair she set off. "Don't ask me why. Maybe it's that foolish rumor about the "opera ghost." Honestly now. I was hoping to leave superstitions behind in the countryside."
She walked quickly down the hall with a confident step, unperturbed by the shifting shadows around them. "Blérancourt believes in ghosts. Haunted homes. Gardens. Chateaux. I suppose it is suitable as the only people the town is remembered for came to bad ends." She laughed loudly in the face of the darkness. "In Paris, no less. 'Bad things happen if you go to Paris,' they say. Well here I am in Paris, not dead, not robbed, not on my knees in some back alley. Just dealing with the same misfortune of people clinging to ghosts."
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May 4, 2006 20:21:36 GMT -5
Post by Jolie Beauvais on May 4, 2006 20:21:36 GMT -5
Jolie followed obediantly, nodding in accordance to what Thérèse was saying. However, following behind the woman, her eyes began to wander around the surroundings. She tried to take a mental picture of how to find her way out of the empty corridors back to where she knew where she was, but she was distracted by the strange feeling that someone...or something was watching her. The mention of "opera ghost", as Thérèse had put it, didn't ease her mind.
"I've heard a lot of stories, you know. About ghosts, I mean, but I've never seen anything myself." she stated. Although it was relatively on topic, her comment was a bit random.
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May 5, 2006 17:36:26 GMT -5
Post by Thérèse Dupassé on May 5, 2006 17:36:26 GMT -5
"I've always heard a lot of stories. As I said, the village I come from likes ghost stories. But it didn't take me long to determine they were false. There was an old house on the outskirts of town that'd long since fallen into disrepair. All sorts of stories about ghosts in the house, ghosts in the garden and so on."
As she told the story, her lips twisted into a contemptuous smile. She rarely displayed such emotions, but thought they were well-deserved for the people in the village she had left behind.
"And then, you know what? I went to the house. I climbed through the overgrown garden and walked through the crumbling rooms. And I felt no ghosts. It was just... Sad."
She shook her head and her eyes lingered on Jolie's face.
"If there really were ghosts, they didn't want to frighten me. But I suspect not. So somehow I seriously doubt there are ghosts in the Paris Opera House, no matter what the stories say. I wouldn't pay too much attention to them," she finished conclusively. She confidently strode ahead with a rustle of skirts and a swish of her hips, seemingly inpenetrable to Jolie's feelings of being watched.
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Jun 18, 2006 14:40:59 GMT -5
Post by Madame Giry on Jun 18, 2006 14:40:59 GMT -5
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