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Post by Gustave de Chagny on May 24, 2012 5:19:31 GMT -5
Gustave had been playing in his mother's room with a music box he had found previously. He liked the song that it played and enjoyed listening to it over and over, humming along, sometimes making up his own words and lyrics to go with it.
His mother had left him alone in the room for the moment and he was playing with the toy while waiting for her to return. It may have been a simple thing, but he found endless joy and pleasure in the music which the box made.
Ad he was listening to the tune for what was probably the twenty-third time in a row, he heard footsteps coming from the hallway. Thinking that it was probably his mother coming back, Gustave set down his music box and tripped lightly over to the door to see who was in the hallway. He opened the door and peered outside and was immediately stricken by who he saw.
There, in the hallway, was a beautiful blonde woman who was walking down the hallway. His heart leaped and he could feel butterflies fluttering around in his stomach. We peered at her timidly from behind the partially open door, wondering who she could be
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Post by Marguerite Jules Giry on May 24, 2012 14:33:03 GMT -5
Meg was outside most of the day getting some sunshine. She had been inside half of the time trying to find her way a back to her mother. However she knew she'd end up here sooner or later just like everyone else. Meg prayed every night for her mother's safety here. The blonde walked back into the manor and turned her back to close the double doors. It was a beautiful day and she was kind of tired. Perhaps a good rest would do her some good. Then maybe go and take another adventure somewhere.
Rubbing her eyes lightly meg headed towards the kitchen and grabbed something quick to snack on in her room. The blonde looked around and washed off an apple and headed out of the kitchen and out of the dining room. It was nice to have no servants around. It was your pleasure to go and get what she wanted.
Her eyes were slowly adjusting towards the darkness again when she was once back inside. The sun could do things to her eyes and she wasn't usually out much. Meg ascended the staircase towards her room which was on the third level of the manor. It was very large yes, but she didn't mind exploring a bit.
Almost turning up to go onto her floor she saw someone staring at her. With wide eyes it would seem. He seemed to be a bit eight or nine years of age. Could this be Christine's son? Meg gave a small smile an drew a bit closer to him. "Hello there" she said smiling softly moving towards a pillar and placed her hand upon it.
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Post by Gustave de Chagny on May 28, 2012 16:30:47 GMT -5
The boy stared at her with a dreamy-eyes curiosity. “Hello,” he said shyly, captivated be the way her deep brown eyes seemed to sparkle in the light of the hall, making her seem all the more beautiful.
Gustave remained partially hidden behind the door to his mother's room, wondering who this pretty woman could be. And then it struck him. This was a castle, and he had been wondering...
“Are you a princess?” he asked shyly, risking asking aloud the question which had been burning in his thoughts. She certainly is beautiful enough to be a princess, he thought to himself as he watched her resting against the pillar in the hallway.
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Post by Marguerite Jules Giry on May 28, 2012 17:58:21 GMT -5
The blonde came closer to the boy till she was able to see him and she kneeled down and she studied him a bit. A small smile was upon her face when she saw him hide behind the door. "Don't be frightened young one. I won't hurt you" she said in a soft voice. Meg was always kind and gentle with children. She loved them in fact.
Her hair draped over her shoulders and most of her back. Meg looked at him for a moment and she smiled softly at his statement upon her being a princess. "Me? A princess?" she questioned back. "No, young man. I'm a dancer" she said smiling softly. "Where are your parents?" she asked curiously looking around then back at him.
He seemed so frightened and she didn't want him to be. She would never dare hurt him. Meg looked at him lightly and she said nothing more. The blonde studied him lightly as she held her apple in her hand and she managed to stay with him as long as she needed.
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Post by Gustave de Chagny on Jun 4, 2012 16:05:44 GMT -5
Gustave felt his cheeks turn bright red when the beautiful lady smiled at him. She had long flowing golden hair and wore it down but partially pulled back like he often saw his mother wear hers. He would most certainly have liked to know the lady's name. No doubt it was just as beautiful as she was.
“You're not a princess?” the boy asked, a bit crestfallen. He had thought for sure that she must be the princess of this castle... A dancer, she said. “Mother told me that she was once a dancer,” the boy said. “You're very beautiful though, like a princess. But Mother is beautiful too... Are all dancers beautiful?”
“Mother left me to play by myself for a little while. I don't know where she or father are right now...” He looked at her, his little brown eyes all aglow. “M-my name is G-Gustave” he managed to stutter. “What is your name, Miss?”
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Post by Marguerite Jules Giry on Jun 4, 2012 23:29:43 GMT -5
The smile never left Meg's face and she knelt down at eye level of the boy. He was a sweet boy and she studied him a bit. He looked like Christine, for he had her eyes and everything about her. "No, but I can be if you wish me to" she said smiling softly at him. Meg smiled slightly as she listened to him speak to her.
"Why thank you, You're mother's very wise then" she said smiling softly looking upon the boy. "Wanna know something? I used to be a dancer as well" she said proudly. "I still am" she said a moment later. Then she giggled softly. "Most can be young one... most not so much" she said giving him a small smile.
The boy seemed to be frightened of her. And that concerned Meg for a moment. After hearing his name she smiled a little. "Ah, Well it is an honor to meet you Gustave..." she said smiling. So this was Christine's boy. "I've heard about you.. you're mother and I are great friends" she told him a moment later. "My name young one, is Meg Giry. But you can call me Meg if you like or Miss Giry" she said smiling a bit looking upon him gently. "Perhaps we can go venture around the manor for your mother?" she asked curiously looking upon him as she awaited his answer.
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Post by Gustave de Chagny on Jun 18, 2012 22:55:57 GMT -5
Oh, she had such beautiful eyes! They were dark brown and reminded him of warm chocolate or brown puppies. He couldn't help the most ridiculous grin coming to his face. “O-okay,” he said nervously, blushing like an idiot when she told him that he could call her a princess.
“Really?” Gustave said in amazement when she told him that she was a dancer, just like his mother used to be. And then, shyly he added: “May I watch you dance sometime, please?”
“It's a pleasure to meet you too, Miss Giry. You have a very beautiful name. Mother has a friend called Miss Giry... M-Miss?... M-may I c-call you Princess Meg?”
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Post by Marguerite Jules Giry on Jun 19, 2012 10:19:24 GMT -5
The boy was certainly cute and she couldn't help but giggle at his stammering. "How about we go find your mother, or do you want to explore a little?" she questioned looking upon the boy. Meg was tired but she could stay with the boy if needed be. Meg didn't mind anything about children for she loved them very much. And this child happened to be her best friends son. Meg remained on one knee with her hand dangling over it and looking upon him as he spoke to her.
Meg nodded her head lightly at his remark of her being a dancer. "Of course you can but I don't talk much while I rehearse. So you'll have to be quiet. Could you do that for me Gustave?" she questioned him as she looked at him. Her heart melted as he spoke to her. He was just too adorable for Meg to handle. She just wanted to him to come home with him. But then Christine would be upset and not know where her son was.
"Merci petite Monsieur" she said smiling upon her as he complimented on her name. Then she thought about it and knowing it would break his fragile heart if he couldn't call her that. Meg gave a small smile and she looked at him. "Of course you can Gustave" she said smiling still upon the young lad. He was just so adorable for words and Meg couldn't get enough of him.
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Post by Gustave de Chagny on Jun 30, 2012 2:48:26 GMT -5
“Could we maybe explore a little?” the boy asked, thinking that his mother would surely forgive him for leaving her room while he was in the capable company of the most beautiful princess-dancer on the face of the Earth! “Mother had to go speak with father for a while.”
Gustave nodded when the pretty Princess Meg said that he would have to be very quiet if he watched her practicing. “Oh! I can to that for you, Princess Meg. I'm good at being quiet. Mother says so whenever I listen to her practicing her music. What do you do when you practice dancing. I know that mother always starts her practices by warming up a little bit, and when I practice piano, I always do scales to stretch my fingers first. Do dancers have to stretch also?”
The boy was quite curious about Princess Meg's dancing. He blushed bashfully, shuffling a little when she called him 'petit Monsieur'. It made him feel like he was even bigger than ten! A man, like mother always said he would grow up to be one bay. He quietly slipped out of his mother's room so that he was standing in the hallway with the young blonde woman, ready to follow her wherever she chose to lead.
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Post by Marguerite Jules Giry on Jul 6, 2012 0:03:16 GMT -5
Perhaps the nap that Meg wanted to take would be out of the question. Turning to look upon the young lad who was beside her she smiled down upon him. "Of course we can Gustave" she said in a soft angelic voice. "If we find your mother, I'll talk to her. I don't want her to be mad at you if she finds you out of the room." she said giving him a little wink and took his hand. Holding it snug and tight.
Remaining silent for sometime she listened to him speak and she smiled still. The smile never left the blonde's face and she continued on listening to his little voice speak to her. "Yes. All sorts of dancers have to stretch in order to be perfect. Many other people stretch so they don't get cramps or tired to quickly" she said responding to him. Meg looked at him and she smiled. "You play piano? I know a little piano. It was the first thing I tried out before dancing" she said looking at him. "I would venture through the Opera House and go to the piano and try it out. But to no avail and I would start dancing when mother came in." she said smiling. "I am more better at dancing than piano playing. Perhaps I could hear you play sometime?" she questioned nudging him lightly as they walked. r
Meg wondered through the hallways with him as they walked through the manor. Taking him to small hideaways that they would find and fool around together. Meg liked Gustave as a young friend and she looked at him still. "You hungry?" she questioned softly. "Perhaps I could take you to the kitchen. Monsieur Lenoir has told me that there's lots of food that magically stalks up by itself if we ever run out of it" she said suddenly as she paused in the hallway after exploring the place a little more.
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Post by Gustave de Chagny on Aug 1, 2012 23:35:43 GMT -5
The little boy's heart skipped a beat when Meg took his hand and squeezed it tight and his stomach fluttered, eyes lighting up when she asked if he would play the piano for her sometime. "y-yes, miss princess Meg" he stammered Nervously, bashfully shuffling his feet on the hardwood floor. He so very much hoped that she would like his playing, and contemplated what he should play for her. Perhaps he could play for her one of his original compositions? No, no, then she would be judging his music too... Perhaps some Mozart? Or Chopin?
She asked him if he was hungry at all. He was a little hungry, but he'd never eaten with a princess before, even if she wasn't a real princess. After some hesitation, he nodded nervously. He would just have to be extra careful not to make a big mess. It would be terribly embarrassing to do so in front of teh beautiful princess Meg...
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Post by Marguerite Jules Giry on Aug 11, 2012 19:27:30 GMT -5
While holding Gustave's hand she kept a close eye upon Christine's boy. He looked like her in so many ways she didn't know how to explain. Entering the kitchen she let go of him and she and she sat him down at the counter before moving across from him. Folding her arms a bit looking at him.
"Well Gustave, here we are. In the kitchen that never ends with food" she said chuckling. Opening her arms up a little. "I can search things for you to eat if you like.." she said smiling. "What are you in the mood for?" she asked in a friendly voice. Meg wanted to protect this boy and made sure he was well fed before returning him towards his mother and father.
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Post by Gustave de Chagny on Sept 11, 2012 22:53:20 GMT -5
Gustave sat on the counter, swinging his feet back and forth like the little child he was, at stared at the beautiful princess before him whose name was Meg. Princess Meg.... His little chocolate eyes were all aglow as he looked at her. She was so very beautiful...
Princess Meg asked him what he wanted to eat. The boy faltered for a moment. He hadn't thought that far. He was too distracted by the fact that she had been holding his hand. “I..... c-can we have ch-chocolate ice cream, Princess Meg?”
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Post by Marguerite Jules Giry on Sept 12, 2012 22:13:34 GMT -5
Leaning against the nearest counter of the manor she smiled softly at the boy as she studied him. He was adorable and she knew she would have fun with him exploring the manor and talking and telling him stories. Sooner or later, of course, she is going to have to return him to his parents. Meg looked at him in silence and then coming out of her day dreaming she heard her name. "Yes Gustave?" she said suddenly looking upon him.
Meg looked at him still as he spoke and stammered. "There is no need to be nervous around me Gustave, I will not hurt you. Your mother would have my head if I did.." she said giving a little giggle. "If I find some, I believe we can" she said smiling. "Monsieur Lenoir tells me this is a magical kitchen that keeps buidling up and up with food" shes said. "So, I'm sure that there is Chocolate Ice Cream here somewhere" she said to him turning her back a bit to go find it.
After minutes of looking through the cabinets for bowls she went to the freezer and found it. "Aha!" she said grinning a little. "Look what I found. I found the ice cream" she said looking at the boy. "You sure you're allowed to have ice cream this late?" she asked curiously. Meg looked at him curiously and raised an eye brow before opening the carton and scooping them in to bowls and then placed it back in the freezer. "I don't want to get you into trouble.." she said looking at him. "Here you go Gustave.." she said giving him a bowl of his own.
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Post by Gustave de Chagny on Sept 14, 2012 1:01:14 GMT -5
“I-I kn-know, Princess Meg,” the boy said, his cheeks blushing when she said that she wouldn't hurt him. “I know that father gave me some ice cream from the ice box once. Maybe there is some in there?” His eyes were practically aglow when she told him that it was a 'magical' kitchen. “Oh! Like with fairies and elves?” But then he tilted his head in curiosity. “Who is Monsieur Lenoir?”
He grinned excitedly when she announced that she had found ice cream. He asked her if he was allowed to have ice cream this late at night. The poor boy had no idea what time it could be. “Mother always tells me that my bedtime is at nine o'clock,” he said, taking the bowl from her. And then, “Thank you, Princess.”
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