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Post by ceriseleveaux on Aug 20, 2012 17:49:21 GMT -5
Cerise had wound up in a place she'd never seen herself before. She was up in the catwalks above the opera house, gazing down on someone in particular below her. Of course, she'd seen a few of those curious masked fellows wandering about up there, though she'd never had any desire to confront them about it. It was simply their way.
The person she was looking down upon she had met before--oh, yes, on quite a few occasions. He never did seem overly fond of her; as a matter of fact, she was quite positive she frustrated him to no end. But he was the only other bassoonist she knew about in the entire manor, thus he greatly intrigued her. Besides, it was quite entertaining to push his buttons every now and then.
Oddly enough, he was putting together his bassoon as she watched him--or, making an attempt, to put it nicely. Cerise simply couldn't stay quiet, watching him try again and again to piece it together. She let out a laugh, and seeing as her laugh had always been light and able to carry around a room very well, she was certain he could hear it. Not wanting to blow her cover just yet, she bit her lower lip in an attempt to stifle the giggles.
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Post by Nathanael Paul Javert on Aug 22, 2012 16:13:21 GMT -5
Nathanael was having a rather off day in terms of what he could and could not do. He had hoped to be able to play his bassoon a while (playing it reminded him of his dear mother whom he had not seen since before he set out on that fateful voyage), who had put him into music lessons in the first place as a lad, in hopes that it would help him to become more social. Her hopes had been fulfilled to some extent, but that very instrument ended up being the sole cause of why he now did not trust women one bit.... with the exception of his mother of course.
The specter paced across the floor of the pit, a ghastly cloud of smoke following him as he moved, before he paused, turned round, and stared at the bassoon laying in pieces in its case on the floor. Six times he had attempted to put the thing together, and six times he had utterly failed. He had been having trouble mustering the strength to hold the pieces long enough to even fit them together. At this rate, there was really no hope in him being able to play.
It was as he was staring the instrument down that he heard a giggle that made him jolt to attention. He looked about the theatre with a bit of paranoia, startled as to where the sound had come from. It seemed as if there was no one at all there in the theatre with him, but with the other spirits in this house, you could never really tell... “Who's there?” he demanded. “Show yourself!”
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Post by ceriseleveaux on Aug 22, 2012 18:20:45 GMT -5
"Too late..." she muttered to herself, completely inaudible to him.
"Oh, do calm down, Nathanael. It's just me." she said, obviously amused. Suddenly, Cerise appeared in front of him, her pale hands clasped behind her back. "We haven't spoken in quite some time, you know. And I can just imagine how badly you've missed me." She took a glance at his bassoon from the corner of her eye. "Bassoon issues?" she questioned, the tiniest of smirks on her faces.
It was true, they hadn't met up in a while, and to her, that meant too long. She found him far too entertaining to not poke fun at every now and then, and she simply couldn't pass up this opportunity. Besides, if he would've managed to get his bassoon together, she could've listened to him play!
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Post by Nathanael Paul Javert on Sept 5, 2012 12:43:15 GMT -5
Nathanael's eyes widened a bit when that dreadful creature appeared before him. “Mon Dieu! It's her again...[/i]” he muttered to himself, seeing her face to face. He really had a distaste for women in general, but this particular one he found to immensely surpass all of the others in the sheer level of annoyance she brought with her.
“Hello, Cerise,” he groaned, rolling his eyes a little when she asked him if he was having bassoon troubles. “No,” he lied. “No, I'm not having any troubles at all. I was merely making sure that the corks were thoroughly greased to that it would be ready to play when I felt like playing” He was far too proud to admit that he was having troubles, even though if he really wanted help, it was quite likely that she would actually be able to give it to him, considering the fact that she played the instrument as well...
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Post by ceriseleveaux on Sept 30, 2012 21:12:12 GMT -5
"Mm...I see." she mused, though it was apparent she didn't truly believe him. She looked at him seriously for once. "Truly, I could help you with that...if you needed it." Cerise glanced from him to the bassoon, watching his face for an answer.
She figured that he was too prideful to admit his need for help, however. He didn't realize that occasionally people had off days...she supposed she'd have to get that through his thick skull, too.
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Post by Nathanael Paul Javert on Oct 5, 2012 18:25:38 GMT -5
With a slight roll of his eyes, Nathanael decided to ignore the woman's offer and go back to his attempts to put the instrument together. It was no use though. He couldn't draw enough energy to keep the thing steady and to lift it.
“What are you even doing in here?” he asked. “Don't you have something better to do? Like say,, Oh, I don't know... Perhaps speak to someone actually looking for company?”
He muttered a few curses under his breath, not because of her actually being there, but ore of because of the fact that he knew that he really did need her help if he was going to get anywhere with this thing today. Bloody instrument....
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