Meg "Oh! La La" Giry
Diamonds never sparkle bright, if they aren't set just right
Just Keep Smiling...
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Post by Meg "Oh! La La" Giry on Nov 27, 2012 6:52:10 GMT -5
Meg had chatted about anything girly she could think of while making the girl over, but she seemed a bit unresponsive for the most part. It was alright, as Meg was always the talkative one in groups. She was quite used to being the social butterfly.
The hair dryer had scared her, yes, but she found it quite useful (if not extremely loud!). It made the makeover go by quicker than it normally would have. Understandably she was also shocked at the versatility of the makeup in the drawer, and how natural the colors looked on Christine's fair skin. She would have to start doing her own makeup more often!
With the finished product in her sights, she saw the change she knew would come light up the girl's face. "You look so beautiful!" She took her hands and giggled. "I told you, you're smiling! Feeling pretty always makes me feel better, too!"
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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 Dec 18, 2012 17:05:31 GMT -5
Christine nodded and could not help but to chuckle a bit. Perhaps her initial impression of this woman had been wrong after all. She did seem like the very kind and cheery type, and, after all, they were neighbors for the time being, at least... She was quite sociable, which made things easier. While Christine normally tried to be a social butterfly, the time so far in this place had been rather rough. She was in a sort of state of shock, her reactions to people governed by fear, mainly due to the high-stress of the situation.
“You have quite the talent,” she said. She wondered if the woman were an artist of sorts. After all, putting makeup on someone was much like putting paints on a canvas – or at least, that's how it seemed to her. She squeezed the woman's hands back when she took them. “Pardon my asking, but are you an artist?”
Perhaps this place was not as bad as she had initially thought? After all, there were some kind people here... And Raoul was looking for her. He would most certainly be looking for her. He would surely have noticed by now that she was missing, and he would go out looking for her, and his searches would lead him away from Paris, and then he would be safe. He would be safe...
“When my fiancé finds me again, and we are to be married...” she hesitated. When, she thought to herself. When... “...I shall have to ask you to help me make myself presentable... We would pay you, don't worry...”
When...
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Meg "Oh! La La" Giry
Diamonds never sparkle bright, if they aren't set just right
Just Keep Smiling...
Posts: 130
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Post by Meg "Oh! La La" Giry on Jan 1, 2013 22:09:16 GMT -5
"Thank you," Meg began with a curtsy and a laugh. She laughed some more when she asked her if she was an artist. "You could say that, maybe... But no, honey, I'm a performer!" She did a pirouette for her as best as she could in the shoes she was wearing (she missed pointe shoes terribly). "I sing and dance, and look good doing it to!" She winked in her typical Oh! La La fashion. "Used to be a ballerina at the Populaire, but that was ten years ago. Now I eat, sleep, dance and breathe Coney Island. They call me the Oh! La La girl, typical Americans." She took a breath, her hyperness getting the best of her. "The girls always say I do the best makeup out of all of us, and I happen to agree with them."
She giggled, sitting down in a chair and resting her chin in her hands. She noticed how Christine said "when" instead of "if" which was a good sign... But she still didn't seem all that convinced. She smiled though with what she asked her. "Of course I'll help you, hon! And you don't have to charge me, it's not like the makeup business is my real job! I'd do it free any day!" She stood, taking Christine's hands. "You're my friend!"
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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!
Posts: 1,592
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Post by Christine Daaé on Jan 10, 2013 2:47:55 GMT -5
((I apologize for this post being crap )) There it was again. The Populaire... It still confused her. She'd lived in Paris for some time now and did not recall any house called the Opéra Populaire. In fact, she'd never heard of such a place at all until she'd been brought here... She clapped as the other young woman did a pirouette. “ Yes, I'd have to agree as well... about the makeup, that is.” Christine was happy to finally be able to distract herself a bit, even if it was only temporarily. But then the other woman did something which made Christine stop and wonder for a while. She took her hands and told her something she did not expect to hear at all. You're my friend!For a few brief seconds, the girl was slightly confused. It had been some time since she'd really been able to call anyone friend at all, and she certainly did not expect to be able to do so at all here... But here she was, this Meg woman whom she'd only met maybe an hour or so before, calling her a friend and... well... it felt nice. “ You are a very kind woman, Meg... Thank you... or everything. I.... I think I needed a friend to talk to...”
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Meg "Oh! La La" Giry
Diamonds never sparkle bright, if they aren't set just right
Just Keep Smiling...
Posts: 130
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Post by Meg "Oh! La La" Giry on Jan 22, 2013 18:50:16 GMT -5
Christine seemed a little confused by what Meg had said. She tilted her head with a small frown, her eyes downcast as Christine explained. Meg recalled her most recent experiences at Coney, and in this Manor, and wished she could correct Miss Daaé’s statement. ”I’m not really, honey… I’m just friendly, that’s all.” She took her hands back and folded some hair behind her ear. Before Christine could even blink Meg’s award winning smile was back. ”But I do think everyone needs a friend.”
The woman looked at the small ornate clock on the vanity. Her eyes widened in feigned surprise. ”Good golly, is that the time!” she laughed. “I should get going, I’m meeting someone!” Meg lied. She was already starting to feel small, her instinct to crawl into her whole of dishonesty and hang her head. So Christine couldn’t see her face, Meg gave her a hug.
”I’ll see you around, alright?” she said against her shoulder, her blue, watery eyes looking to the ceiling with a furrowed brow. She pulled back and looked into her eyes. She felt connected to her somehow… Perhaps it was the fact that her name was Christine… Christine Daaé to be exact…
((OOC: Figured we could stop it around here or so? Seems like not much else will go on, unless you have an idea.))
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