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Post by Tristan "Vivi" Gravois on Sept 14, 2009 17:43:23 GMT -5
The brunette standing outside the tailor played with a strand of hair that loosened from its bun before tucking it behind one ear. Despite the feminine aura and the figure accented by corsets and stuffing, the 178 centimeters in height was hard to disguise, but being on the streets of the dominantly English town was another risk with all the social and political problems...everywhere, it seemed.
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Post by Amalia Sabien Verhoeven on Sept 14, 2009 19:03:25 GMT -5
"You know, you have a wonderful aura about you," came a soft and musical voice. A lovely blonde approached, a glowing smile on her face. "I can just imagine you as a song. Perhaps I'll write one, then? Would you like that?"
She paused, then chuckled at her forgetfulness. "Oh, forgive me. I am Amalia Verhoeven. Pleased to meet you...?"
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Post by Tristan "Vivi" Gravois on Sept 14, 2009 19:13:21 GMT -5
"Ah...a chanson?" The brunette pondered this and then shrugged oddly broad shoulders before a tiny smile appeared. "It would be nice, that. Apologies...my Anglais...it is not the greatest. Oh, oui...introducing myself." A moment of hesitance followed before continuing the sentence, the voice more of an alto-tenor than a woman's usual high voice. "You are to call me Vivi Gravois."
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Post by Amalia Sabien Verhoeven on Sept 14, 2009 19:26:01 GMT -5
"Enchanté," the blonde replied, sinking into a half-curtsy. Her French wasn't perfect, but it was fairly good. She could understand her new friend just fine. "I am glad you like the idea."
She smiled. "I am a musician, you see. I love finding people who inspire me as you have."
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Post by Tristan "Vivi" Gravois on Sept 14, 2009 19:38:01 GMT -5
"Musicien? Tu as de la chance," Vivi mused a little, large but slender hands clasped together and held in front of the long black dress. "I am not the artistic one...I do the work at the boulangerie...the bakery. The only close to artistry I do is the...euh, how you say...couture?" The hands lifted up and mimed a needle and thread going through an invisible piece of cloth.
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Post by Amalia Sabien Verhoeven on Sept 14, 2009 19:43:19 GMT -5
"No, no," Amalia said, shaking her head. "I am not any more lucky than you." She smiled. "Je ne peux pas coudre, it is not my talent." She shrugged. "We are all special, in different ways, non?"
Studying Vivi with an artist's eye, Amalia noticed the intriguingly broad shoulders. She had amuch more solid build than the average woman. "I must say, tu es belle," she admitted, slightly embarrassed by the fact that she had to explain her staring.
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Post by Tristan "Vivi" Gravois on Sept 14, 2009 19:59:28 GMT -5
"Ah...merci. The dress is just good at improving the form," Vivi explained, playing a little with that same damned strand of hair that always seemed to loosen.
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Post by Amalia Sabien Verhoeven on Sept 14, 2009 20:31:20 GMT -5
Amalia smiled to be as courteous as she would to anyone and said, "Oh, I doubt your form needs improvement! It is a shame so many women believe they need fashion to become attractive." Not that Amalia herself avoided fashion- on the contrary, she was as stylish as anyone else, but she didn't depend on fashion to make her who she was.
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Post by Tristan "Vivi" Gravois on Sept 14, 2009 21:35:12 GMT -5
"Il est...quite the shame. Many cannot welcome themselves...and not many exceptions are out there." Vivi played with a strand of hair before tucking it back and leaning against the wall of the tailor's shop.
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Post by Degaré Hurst on Sept 14, 2009 22:44:42 GMT -5
A man who looked to be in his young twenties entered as he pulled his black leather gloves off and put them in his pocket. Of course, this wasn't his true face, but no one here would know that. Nor did anyone know his real name. The name he chose to give out was Degaré Hurst, a simple Frenchmen with simple tastes. No one knew that he was in fact a highly wanted international criminal. It was the beauty of this disguise; he could walk amongst others and enjoy his simple pleasures. As he walked, he noticed the two girls and smiled.
"Bonjour, Dames," Degaré said politely as he bowed to them. "It is, how you say, nice to see some new faces. My name is Degaré Hurst, and it is a please to meet you." He had a fairly thick French accent though they would still be able to understand him. After he bowed, he stood back up straight, smiling kindly to them.
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Post by Tristan "Vivi" Gravois on Sept 15, 2009 14:41:14 GMT -5
"Bonjour, Monsieur Hurst," Vivi replied, finding this lucky that there were two people who understood French, especially one with English that wasn't the greatest. "You are to call me Vivi. I would be liking to not use...euh, comment tu dis...the family's name." Oh, great. It was bad enough being tall...did botching up two languages so badly have to be on the list?
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Post by Amalia Sabien Verhoeven on Sept 15, 2009 15:58:24 GMT -5
Amalia smiled, and curtsied to the newcomer. "Bonjour, monsieur," she said, noticing his lack of confidence in English. "Je m'appelle Amalia Verhoeven. It is very nice to meet you." She tucked her long golden hair behind her ear, her expression glowing. She loved meeting new people.
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