Adina Gillespie
Some things belong on paper, others in life. It?s a blessed fool who can?t tell the difference.
Maid of the manor
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Post by Adina Gillespie on Mar 1, 2013 22:55:53 GMT -5
The young woman pulled out the pair of gloves that she had purchased from the village clothing store. She smiled and put them on; they actually felt very warm. She had not worn them before and the squeaked a bit as she flexed her fingers a little. It was strange that such a simple act of wearing gloves could make her hands suddenly feel as warm as if they had been near a roaring fireplace. She exhaled deeply and looked up at Christine with a smile.
"No need to thank me, madam. It is my duty to assist any one in need of help." She watched as the woman sipped the tea. "I hope it is to your liking." She sat on a small bench just opposite Christine and smiled at her.
Adina nodded and slung the coat over her arm and shook her head. "Non, I am sure I will have no need for it. I do not mind the cold so much. The gloves are really very wonderful though." She paused a moment and looked around as the snow began to fall again. She looked up and giggled when she saw the snow drifting down once more. Unfortunately for her, she was going to be spending part of the winter indoors after today.
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Christine Daaé
The Swedish Nightingale and Fairy of the North
If when the time comes, I refuse to go with you, well then, Raoul, you must carry me off by force!
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Post by Christine Daaé on Mar 20, 2013 0:32:26 GMT -5
Mademoiselle Gillespie seemed to be rather the type to avoid any sort of assistance offered to her from someone else, or so that was how it seemed to the young Comtesse. She really couldn’t say too much n protest about it though. After all, she had been known to be that way herself quite frequently. It had gotten her into deeper trouble in her past than she cared to remember, though she could not help but to be reminded that she might have saved herself a lot of grief in the past had she just accepted Raoul’s help when he’d first offered it.
Instead, she just smiled and gave a little nod before sipping her tea. “Of course it is, Mademoiselle Gillespie… Yes, the tea is very nice, thank you… You’ll have to excuse me. I’m not quite used to being so closely attended to… Not that it reflects poorly on you at all – quite the contrary, really! You do very well keeping house here, especially all on your own.”
She sipped her tea and watched the housemaid as she sat on the bench opposite her and threw the coat over her arm. She insisted that she wasn’t bothered any by the cold, but Christine could not help but to worry. After all, she’d spent the younger days of her childhood growing up traveling about in the cold with her father, and had learned well that it wasn’t something to be taken lightly, but obviously Adina seemed to think otherwise.
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Adina Gillespie
Some things belong on paper, others in life. It?s a blessed fool who can?t tell the difference.
Maid of the manor
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Post by Adina Gillespie on Apr 21, 2013 20:56:00 GMT -5
The maid had learned early on in her life to do things on her own without help or assistance. She looked down at the coat and gave a small cough. Nothing much, just a small cough. At least, that's what she thought it must be; only a cough, a tickle in the back of her throat. She sighed and took a deep breath. "When I was young, I learned to live on my own. My father was a cruel man and often disciplined me for the most tedious little thing. If I spilt the soup upon the table, he would beat me; if I was late home from market, he would beat me… He was not the most loving of fathers, but he was my pàpà."
She felt her fist tighten and he knuckles began to ache. She relaxed her hand and looked back to Christine, giving a small smile. "Forgive me. I didn't not mean to speak so much about my past with someone I barely even know."
"I try my best, madam," She responded with a polite nod of her head. She gazed up at the sky and sighed deeply. Would it be best to go inside now, madam? Before either of us catches our death of cold?" She rose and extended a hand to take the tea cup from the woman sitting across from her. It would be best if the two went inside before they got caught in a sudden snow storm.
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Christine Daaé
The Swedish Nightingale and Fairy of the North
If when the time comes, I refuse to go with you, well then, Raoul, you must carry me off by force!
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Post by Christine Daaé on May 12, 2013 20:08:36 GMT -5
Christine’s expression darkened a bit when Adina began explaining to her about her father. She couldn’t imagine a father being so absolutely terrible! She knew that she had been closer to her father than a good many people, but this… this was something completely unheard of! Why would a father be so dreadful and harsh to their own child?
“No, no… It is quite all right… I’m terribly sorry about your father being the way that he was. He sounds like a dreadful person… You didn’t deserve for him to be like that to you. After all, you were his daughter. He should have treated you with love and kindness… I know that it doesn’t change anything that has happened in the past, but you do have my sympathies, Mademoiselle Gillespie.”
Adina offered that they go inside now, a suggestion to which Christine nodded in agreement. “Yes, please. It really would be best before both of us end up catching cold.” She stood from the bench and offered a smile in the direction of Mademoiselle Gillespie. “Shall we? Thank you again for the tea. It was quite good of you to make me some.”
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Adina Gillespie
Some things belong on paper, others in life. It?s a blessed fool who can?t tell the difference.
Maid of the manor
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Post by Adina Gillespie on May 12, 2013 23:00:41 GMT -5
"E-Excuse me," Adina hated speaking about her father and tears started to well up in her eyes. She sniffled and lifted up the apron of her dress to wipe her eyes. "I do not mean to get emotional like this, madam. My past is not something that I am proud of. But it has helped me become a better person as the saying goes."
She smiled at Christine and exhaled deeply, allowing herself to calm down and wipe away more tears. "Please, you do not need to apologize. He was my father, but I will not allow the past to determine my future here at the manor." The maid was nearly beaming with happiness when she suddenly sneezed. "Oh dear! Excuse me. I do hope I am not catching cold."
"May I take the cup for you, madam?" She asked, reaching out for the tea cup. "That would be very ni- ah-choo!" She sneezed again and nearly dropped the cup. "Mon dieu! Please forgive me again. Perhaps we should go back inside the manor before I do fall ill or worse." With that, Adina and Christine made their way back to the manor just as more snow began to drift down around them.
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Christine Daaé
The Swedish Nightingale and Fairy of the North
If when the time comes, I refuse to go with you, well then, Raoul, you must carry me off by force!
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Post by Christine Daaé on May 30, 2013 21:31:55 GMT -5
“There is no need to excuse yourself, Mademoiselle Gillespie. It is perfectly natural for one to be upset after an experience so terrible… We all have skeletons in our closet that we would prefer not to be dug up.”
The woman was clearly upset by all of this, and Christine could certainly see why she would be. She tried to regain her composure—a goal which Christine admired her bravery for. After all, she knew very well how painful certain memories could be, particularly if they were brought up again when one was not prepared for them to be.
She took the cup from Christine, but nearly dropped it when she suddenly sneezed. Was she catching cold? Christine had warned her that she should have worn more to keep warm… “Perhaps it would be better if I were to take the cup in myself, Mademoiselle. You don’t seem well… Perhaps you should go and rest some?”
The two walked back into the large building that was the manor they called home. Christine really did hope that Mademoiselle Gillespie would take better care of herself…
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