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Post by Anna Chauncey on Jan 25, 2013 2:21:39 GMT -5
Anna walked leisurely toward the library, her boots clicking in time with her cane on the hard marble floors of the Manor. She’d heard that there was a library in the Manor from some of the more idiotic gits from the town, who’d tried to break into the exceptional building and couldn’t shut their clanging gobs about it. She supposed they didn’t know that people actually lived in the Manor. A TON of people, really; there were a load of toffs living there from what she understood from the others in the village. She wasn’t too sure how the people kept showing up in that place when no one in the village ever saw a fantastic amount of moving lorries going up the motorway. Whatever. It didn’t really concern her.
Anna passed a mirror in the hall on her way, and stopped to admire her reflection. Her Victorian Dandy outfit was utterly splendid, she thought, and it was TOTALLY going to be the talk of the Steampunk groups outside the village. Silk cravat, brocaded vest, leather accoutrements on her jacket and pants…GOD, she was awesome. She straightened her tailcoat and pulled her top hat a little further over her right eye before continuing on. She finally came to the library, found an armchair, and laid her cane against the arm.
“Now…to find some decen’ Cap’ns…” She walked over to a shelf and skimmed the titles, hoping that maybe a good book that seemed familiar would pop up. She saw several titles that she’d read before. She might come back to those later.
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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 Jan 25, 2013 2:33:03 GMT -5
It was a rather quiet morning as Christine sat alone at a little bureau in the library, a small stack of books beside her and one open in front of her that she was reading. She'd been in there for most of the day now. Spring had come, and she'd begun to show now that she was a few months in. She didn't have many maternity clothes, so her wardrobe was a bit limited for the time being. Things had been rather quiet for her, as of late, which she didn't particularly mind, but she did find she often wished she had a bit more to do. She wasn't used to having so much free time on her hands...
It had been a bit since she'd seen her husband, and she couldn't help but to feel... well... lonely without him there. She knew there was good reason for him being gone, but that didn't help to ease her loneliness. She let out a soft sigh as she flipped the page of the book she was reading, and then rested her elbows on the desk and hung her head in her hands, staring down at the printed words. She hadn't bothered much with her English recently. After all, she'd been staying mostly in the Manor and hadn't ventured out to the village in several months.
It was as she was staring down at her book, half reading it, half wondering how Raoul was faring that very moment and whether or not he missed her too, that she faintly heard the sound of the library door opening and closing, and the sound of footsteps entering the room. She did not look up at, or acknowledge the person who had just entered. In fact, she remained completely silent – so silent that it would have been quite likely for the other to not be aware she was there at all.
She skimmed over a few more lines before sitting up again and passing a hand over her forehead. Blast these headaches!.. She'd been having them ever since the baby had been conceived. She couldn't help but to wonder if this sort of thing was normal, or if it was something she should be concerned about. She didn't trust going to any of the doctors in the village. There were too many strange machines and such around there. She closed her eyes and sighed again, closing her book and deciding to take a brief break from reading, as it was becoming a bit difficult with her head hurting.
She looked up toward the shelves, rubbing her temples gently. In doing so, she caught a brief glimpse of the person who had entered the library. She caught sight of the back of the new occupant – trousers, a black tailcoat, top hat... The young gentleman appeared to be one of the others who had been brought here the same way tat she and so many others had been, judging from his attire. This put Christine a bit at ease and she relaxed into her chair, watching the young man browse the shelves, as she had nothing better to do really at the moment...
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Post by Anna Chauncey on Mar 7, 2013 9:42:05 GMT -5
Anna scanned the books absentmindedly, trying to find something that looked interesting. Nothing, so far, had peaked her interest. As she turned to find a different shelf, she spotted a woman staring at her. Well, then...how strange. The woman's attire however...GOD THAT WAS GORGEOUS! Where could she get a dress like that?! Perhaps the woman would tell her...Time to make friends!
"Wotcher...?" Anna cocked her head, waiting for an answer from the woman. She was a pretty harmless looking woman, with her squared jaw and sandy-blonde ringlets. "Perhaps I could ask you 'bout that wond'ress dress you've got? It really is all cream rice and wot not."
Anna gave a little bow to the woman, then walked closer to her. Maybe she was a shy one. You could never know, with people. Maybe she was a steampunk too? That would explain the dress...Or maybe a reenactor or something...Yeah...maybe.
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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 27, 2013 6:08:41 GMT -5
Christine hadn’t really noticed that she’d been staring at the other person there in the room with her, but had she, she might have stopped prior to the addressing. She knew that it was rude to stare, but she really had nothing else to do at the moment, quite unfortunately enough. It was a rather dull day there at the manor. It seemed there had been quite a few of those as of late…
Her blue eyes widened a little though when the young man then approached her. She hadn’t been looking to start up any sort of a conversation at all, though she supposed it might be a good way to help pass the time rather than staring at anyone who came within a few meters or so… While people-watching was a popular pastime among Parisians at the café, it was a bit dull when there were so few people to watch…
When the man opened his mouth to speak, however, Christine was immediately taken aback. What sort of a language was that!? It sounded remotely like English, though not like any sort of English that she’d ever heard before, not even in her few English-speaking encounters in the village. She merely blinked and stared blankly at the young man, unsure of what he was saying of how she should respond. She had a clearly dazed and confused expression on her face, outwardly betraying how awkward she felt about the situation, and that she clearly didn’t understand a word that had been spoken to her.
She shook her head a little, lips slightly agape as if she were looking for words but could not find them. Could one really blame her, all things considered? Finally, she worked up the courage to say a few words that would hopefully help to explain her relative unresponsiveness in the situation. “My English is no good.” she said in a voice accented with mostly Swedish, yet with a tinge of French as well.
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Post by Anna Chauncey on Jul 7, 2013 23:49:54 GMT -5
Anna's mouth formed a comical little 'o' as she comprehended that the woman couldn't speak English. "Oh, jeez...erm..." What languages had she learned in school? The only one that she could even partially remember was French, and she knew that she wasn't all that good with French...WAIT! She had a translation application on her phone!
She held up her finger to the woman, pulling out her iPhone quickly and going to the translation application. She grinned triumphantly, tapping "Do you speak French?" into the phone and clicking the translate button. The words automatically rewrote themselves into proper French on the other side of the screen, and Anna held out the phone to the woman, hoping that she spoke French...
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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 Jul 16, 2013 11:27:59 GMT -5
Christine did know bit of English, but she didn’t realize that’s what this young man was speaking. After all, it certainly didn’t sound anything all like any of the English that she had learned. She watched the boy take out some sort of strange looking device; she had seen a few like it with various people and in some shop windows in the village. That confused her though. Was this young man from the village? He certainly didn’t look like it. After all, he was dressed more… fashionably than people there.
She cocked her head a little in confusion as she looked at the little screen that he showed her. It glowed, and on it were the words Parlez-vous français? She didn’t understand how or why it said that, or what language the man had been speaking beforehand, but she did manage to nod a little bit through her confusion. “Oui, je parle français… Et vous? Qu’est-ce que vous parlez? Quelle langue?”
((Refraining from outwardly calling Anna “Monsieur” just yet XDDD))
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