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 Oct 15, 2012 14:36:03 GMT -5
Adina shook her head. "Non. He is not a nice man…" Her voice trailed off as she held onto her wrist and listened to Christine. "I do hope I can leave as well. I just want to move on, but I haven't the faintest idea how to do that. Everything is so different in the manor than when I was here last. When I was alive, I mean."
Her eyes brightened when Christine confirmed that she had worked in a garden. She giggled when she commented on the size of the garden compared to her old house. "Luckily, there are mostly vegetables and other plants that only need some watering and seed. Here…" She disappeared then reappearing behind Christine, pointing to a planter box just sprouting new leaves. "I am not sure what these are but they seem relatively healthy and new. Perhaps they were recently planted? But by whom?"
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Christine Svenna Daaé
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Post by Christine Svenna Daaé on Nov 13, 2012 15:56:58 GMT -5
“How do you mean?” the young woman asked, tilting her head a bit in curiosity when Adina said that the manor was quite different than it was from when she was alive. “It can't be too different... can it be?” Of course, the time would have been different, but at least the place for her was still the same. And Christine actually sort of liked this place. There was a certain sort of charm and adventure to it. And the difference in time hadn't bothered her much after everything had been explained. At times, she felt she almost fit better here than in her own time.
Christine looked around when the ghostly woman disappeared and then turned to see her behind her and pointing to a planter box full of sprouts. “Perhaps some of the other residents have been working in the garden as well?” she suggested with a shrug. And then she giggled. “Or maybe the squirrels planted them... Either way, I suppose the best way to find out what they are is to water them and watch them grow and then see what they become.”
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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 Nov 17, 2012 21:26:42 GMT -5
"I come from the time of the plague," Adina stated softly, her eyes lowered as she exhaled. It pained her to recall her time in France before she was sent off to the manor. She had seen the horrors of the plague and it disturbed her terribly to see such suffering. She looked up at the manor and smiled. "It is rather beautiful still. But there are so many things that are very strange and unfamiliar to me. It's all rather peculiar…"
Her voice trailed off as she kept her eyes on the building before finally snapping out of it. She shook her head and smiled at Christine again. Then she moved to the planter box and lightly touched it, watching as the sprouts began to grow and produce buds which turned from green to red: strawberries! Oh, how she longed to eat a strawberry again! She grinned happily and looked back at Christine, her young eyes sparkling with pride.
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Christine Svenna Daaé
Twisted every way, what answer can I give?
Screw being ladylike; Imma Pageboy!
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Post by Christine Svenna Daaé on Dec 12, 2012 7:34:49 GMT -5
“Oh...” Christine said simply when Adina explained that she had come from the time of the plague. “Which plague?,” sh asked in curiosity, not that it really made much difference. She wasn't the most well-versed person in history, so she probably wouldn't recognize it is she told her anyway...
Her eyes lit up in glee and in amazement as the plants grew rather rapidly before their very eyes. “Oh! Oh! That was incredible!” She exclaimed. “How did you do that? Can you do it again?”
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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.
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Post by Adina Gillespie on Dec 13, 2012 16:39:03 GMT -5
"Which?" Adina repeated. There had been more than one plague? She had not read many history books, no. She was more interested in the fiction and romance novels about the library. "I do not understand. There have been others? And are they not the same?" Now the maid was terribly confused.
The girl's eyes widened when she saw the plants growing at an incredible pace. She looked around and saw a withered, sad-looking blueberry bush. With a gentle hand, Adina reached out and touched the leaves; they instantly straightened out and stood proud with a bright green hue to them! The berries- once dark and wrinkled- became plump and fresh, ready to eat! She beamed up at Svenna and wondered how this was possible.
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Christine Svenna Daaé
Twisted every way, what answer can I give?
Screw being ladylike; Imma Pageboy!
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Post by Christine Svenna Daaé on Dec 20, 2012 21:20:46 GMT -5
Christine could see that she was confusing the other woman, and to be quite honest, she was confusing herself a bit as well. She just shrugged and gave a nervous chuckle, attempting to dismiss it. “Never mind,” she laughed, trying to lighten the situation. “Forget that I said anything. Sorry. I'm confusing myself too...” Sometimes she spoke too much and her questions just flowed out without any thought to them beforehand.
Adina went to a withered bush and did the same thing that she had with the strawberries, only this time, bright blueberries grew on the bush. “Incredible!” Christine exclaimed. “How do you do that?”
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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 Jan 13, 2013 22:39:59 GMT -5
The young woman looked up at Christine and smiled. "It is alright…." She fell silent for a while, looking down at her feet before the woman spoke to her again. "I do that all the time."
She looked down at the plants and the shrub before looking back up at Christine. "I don't know," She responded, shaking her head in he town stunned amazement. "It's very strange and yet somehow it just feels normal. I wonder if I have other abilities like this. I wonder if… If I can heal people." She paused and sighed. "If only I could heal myself."
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Christine Svenna Daaé
Twisted every way, what answer can I give?
Screw being ladylike; Imma Pageboy!
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Post by Christine Svenna Daaé on Jan 17, 2013 3:38:44 GMT -5
Christine Svenna found it quite amazing, the way that Adina could bring seemingly dead plants to life, and could cause little sprouts to grow rapidly. She'd never seen anything like it before! It was almost as if by magic...
Adina explained that she wasn't sure how she could do it, and that it just felt normal. “Hmmmm..... Oh! Oh! Maybe we should test it and see, you know? Like... Oh! I know!” The young woman flew over to one of the stone benches and sat down, pulling her skirt up a bit to reveal a scabbed over knee. “I was dancing the other day and fell and ended up skinning up my knee... maybe we could test?” She chuckled a bit. “It would be neat to see...”
But then Svenna's smile faded and she let her dress down again. There was a look of confusion on her face for a few seconds that soon melted into an expression of sad understanding. “I... I'm sorry... is there anything I could do to... to help a little? Maybe?”
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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 Jan 18, 2013 20:30:28 GMT -5
Adina quickly pulled her hands back when she saw the berry shrub rustle a bit. Suddenly, a bluebird swooped up and out of the tree, flying over the ghost girl's head. She squeaked in shock and covered her head when the bird chirped loudly and flew off to find another place to roust.
She looked back to Svenna when she sat down and pulled her skirt up a bit. Adina gasped and looked down, a bit shocked that she was showing her her leg. "M-Mademoiselle!" She exclaimed softly, flushing a little. To her, it seemed immodest, even outdoors. But when the woman asked if she could test her powers to see if she could heal her knee, Adina looked up at her leg. She slowly reached up to touch the scab and, just like magic, it was healed!
"Oh, no, mademoiselle," She shook her head and smiled. "I'm sorry, I suppose I was just thinking my thoughts out loud was all. I don't believe anyone can really help me. I just have to move forward and never look back. Ever again. Now, is there anything that I can do for you?"
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Christine Svenna Daaé
Twisted every way, what answer can I give?
Screw being ladylike; Imma Pageboy!
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Post by Christine Svenna Daaé on Jan 20, 2013 22:14:17 GMT -5
Christine Svenna couldn't help but to giggle a little when Adina shrieked at the little bluebird that seemed to have surprised her. “It's all right. It's just a little bird.” She pointed, gesturing to the little bird who had flown off to perch itself in a nearby tree branch. “See? Nothing to be afraid of.”
Adina seemed shocked when Christine had pulled her skirt up a bit to show her knee. She couldn't understand why though. She was quite used to showing her knees and more in the various dance outfits she'd had to wear at the opera. She knew that there was this absurd thing about 'propriety in public,' but they were all girls here, and it really wasn't in public, and it wasn't as if it were any formal event or relation between the two... Besides, it was just a knee...
She watched in awe though when the ghost touched her knee and the scab healed almost instantly. She let out a little gasp, her eyes wide in fascination. It was astounding! Like magic in the stories her father had told her when she was a little girl. “That's incredible...” She breathed, she bent her knee a bit, kicking back and forth and testing it. It was just like new!...
She put her skirt back down and then stood slowly, reaching a hand out to Adina, as if to touch her shoulder. She wasn't sure though how well that would work out with Adina being a ghost and all... “No one can help you if you don't let them... but me...” she chuckled a little, shaking her head. “You've already done so much to help me. And you really do have a wonderful talent.”
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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 Jan 21, 2013 23:33:26 GMT -5
The shocked maid looked up to see the bird chirping happily in a nearby tree. She blinked a moment and then giggled as the little bird looked at her and tilted its head a bit. "I'm sorry, I should not have been so scared." She visibly dimmed a little, as if she were blushing in shame… Could a ghost blush?
"Th-This is hardly appropriate," She murmured, keeping her eyes down. From the time that Adina was from, the women wore very long skirts and dared not to ever show their knees in public. She slowly lifted her eyes and looked at the scab on Christine's knee… It did look rather painful; she grimaced and looked back up at the woman. "I am not sure if it will hurt when I heal the wound."
Adina pulled her hands back when she saw the scab heal immediately. Her eyes widened and she looked up at Christine. She moved back a little and watched as Svenna tested the knee. It seemed that her healing powered had actually worked! She smiled and felt as if she were glowing. In fact, she was!
She saw Christine reach out to touch her shoulder, flinching back a little. Would it hurt to have a mortal touch a ghost? Sadly, she saw the hand go through her shoulder as if it were made of fog; the outline of her arm became disturbed as mist before forming back again… It hurt her heart more than her ghostly form. She could not touch- at least, not skin to skin- or be touched. She tried to smile when Christine said that she had a wonderful talent.
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Christine Svenna Daaé
Twisted every way, what answer can I give?
Screw being ladylike; Imma Pageboy!
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Post by Christine Svenna Daaé on Jan 30, 2013 14:25:36 GMT -5
Christine couldn’t help but to chuckle when Adina apologized. It was a cute little apology, but there was really no reason for it. “Oh, it’s all right! Nothing to worry about – we all get startled from time to time.” The young woman really didn’t really notice that she was making the other a bit uncomfortable with her behavior. After all, between her day-to-day work and the fact that they were living in the twenty-first century now, why should she have been aware?
She closed her eyes and felt a little stinging sensation as the wound healed, almost as if someone had poured peroxide on the wound, and she winced. Did that mean that it was working? She had no way of knowing for herself until she had opened her eyes again and saw that the scab from where she had fallen had now vanished as if it were never there in the first place. It was incredible!
She looked up with a beaming smile at Adina, who seemed to be glowing quite literally with happiness and pride. When she went to touch the maid’s shoulder, however, something strange happened. Her hand went right through, as if there were no one there at all. Was this because Adina was a ghost? Christine couldn’t tell. All she knew was that the air where Adina’s shoulder should have been was unusually cold compared to the rest of the air around them by at least a few degrees.
Christine’s smile faded a little. It must have been upsetting to not be able to have any sort of physical human contact whatsoever. She pressed her lips together a little and then tried to force another smile. “Thank you,” she managed, trying to break the silence, “For helping… Do you still need any help at all with the garden?” She looked at her, hopeful that she would say yes. It would give the two something to do, and perhaps a way to get over the little situation which had just occurred. “I know I can’t make plants grow with a single touch, but that doesn’t mean that I can’t help 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 Feb 15, 2013 10:44:33 GMT -5
Adina really wasn't use to this new time; what time was she living in? This had to be further ahead of the 14th century, for what she had seen. The strange people, items, and other oddities of the manor began to seem 'normal' since she woke up in the future century. Then Christine redirected her thoughts back to the bird and how the maid had been startled by it. She smiled and flushed.
The ghost pulled her hands back when she heard the woman wince. She was shocked by her reaction and thought she had hurt the actress. "I-I am so sorry, mademoiselle. Are you alright?" She asked, looking at Christine and hoping that she was not hurt too much. She turned her attention back to the scab on the woman's knee and saw that it was gone! It had worked! She smiled with pride and began to glow.
Her eyes widened and she shivered with anxious fear as she began to glow. But then something happened. She frowned sadly, her glow fading away when she felt something strange. Christine had tried to touch her shoulder… It felt cold, painfully cold to her; like a frozen knife cutting into her.
She pulled back just a bit. When she heard the actress thank her, Adina raised her head a little to look back up at Christine when she asked if the ghost maid needed any more help. She smiled and nodded. "Oui. There are still quite a few weeds and other- what is the word?- méchant? Nas-tee [Nasty] plants?"
(She's having a hard time understand the modern language barrier, let alone the fact that French is her native tongue)
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Christine Svenna Daaé
Twisted every way, what answer can I give?
Screw being ladylike; Imma Pageboy!
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Post by Christine Svenna Daaé on Mar 8, 2013 5:08:34 GMT -5
((Misty normally speaks in French as long as she’s not at the village. In fact, all of my charries speak French by default. I don’t have a native English speaker. Usually unless I specifically state that they’re speaking another language, it’s understood they’re speaking French. There’s no point in writing it out since it’s their default and if another character began speaking with them “in French” it would end up being speaking in google translate instead since I know that the other typist probably doesn’t speak French (I actually am proficient in French, so there’s little to no translator involved when I actually type in French. Google translate doesn’t understand French grammar, and … long story short, assume (unless stated otherwise) if one of my characters speaks it’s in French… and it would actually be dégoûtante. Méchant actually means nasty as in mean, and you have to make the adjective feminine because “plant” in French in a feminine word.))
“N-no… I’m okay, see?” Christine insisted, holding her hands up in a submissive pose as if to show the other woman that she remained completely unharmed. “Nothing to worry about at all! See? In fact, I’m better than I was before, I dare say,” she added with a bit of a chuckle. “What are you so worried about?”
And then Christine furrowed her brow, pinching her lips together a little and tilting her head at the other’s change in expression. “Are you all right?,” she asked cautiously. What had happened to cause the other woman’s sudden change in aura?
The young woman forced a smile back onto her face and gave a nod, trying to ease the situation. “Yeah… that’s weeds for you… Some of them are kind of pretty though, don’t you think?” she said with a shrug. “I’ve always kind of liked dandelions… Here! Let’s get to work then, shall we?”
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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 24, 2013 13:54:16 GMT -5
Adina frowned sadly and looked at Christine's hands, her own clasped to her breastbone as if to keep from touching the brunette woman. She looked down at her legs and saw the scab was fully healed… Had she really done that? And if she could do that, what other possible things could she do as a ghost?
"How-…. Did you touch my shoulder?" She asked, eyes wide as her glow faded completely. Her eyes lowered submissively and she felt very embarrassed… No one ever really asked her if she were alright or even how she felt. Such kindness wasn't very common where she came from.
The maid forced a bit of a smile as well, but it was difficult. Not much really made her smile anymore and whatever did make her smile only happened very fleetingly. But then her attention was directed towards the weeds and she took a deep breath- as deep a breath as any ghost come actually take. She held her hands out perpendicular to her body and lifted them up. Just as she did so, a few of the dandelion plants uprooted themselves from the ground; the maid began to glow as if straining to rip out a deep root from the earth. A much larger dandelion trembled and burst from the ground before they all fell back down onto the soil. Adina lowered her arms and panted for breath.
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