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Post by Amalia Sabien Verhoeven on Sept 14, 2009 18:56:37 GMT -5
The tall, shapely blonde hovered outside a cafe, sipping at a mug of coffee, eyes searching nervously. She was such a recognizable figure, it was only a matter of time before someone noticed her and demanded an autograph. Sometimes being famous was more difficult than people believed.
As the most talented pianist and singer in the Netherlands, Amalia found it difficult to even be in public alone. Usually she had friends. Today she had none. She was at the mercy of the world.
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Post by Degaré Hurst on Sept 16, 2009 12:50:04 GMT -5
Degaré had been passing by the cafe when his eyes caught the sight of the beautiful blonde who had been sitting ouside. He could tell by the looking at her face that she was nervous about something but he couldn't place the reason. Then, it would click in his head that this was none other than famous Amalia Sabien Verhoeven whom he had previously met. The thought occured that she was as famous as he was, though he was known for...less savory things.
Degaré was actually quite fond of her music, having listened to it from time to time. He imagined that she was approached by almost every person who passed her, asking for an autograph or some nonsense. He never cared about them; how valuable could something be if one could walk up and request one. "Ah, excuse me," Degaré said. He remembered meeting her previously and that she spoke English fairly well. He wondered if she would remember he 'seemed' to be having difficulty speaking it before. "Are you alright, Miss Amalia?"
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Post by Amalia Sabien Verhoeven on Sept 16, 2009 15:47:18 GMT -5
"Oh!"
Amalia's hand flew to her chest. She hadn't noticed him approach. Then she smiled, realizing her folly. "Oh, hello, Monsieur Hurst," she said quietly. "I-I'm sorry, yes, I am fine. I am just unused to being out in public alone." Her face was slightly red. "When you saw me before, I had...a friend...with me, but now..." She trailed off, and shrugged. "Forgive me, you just...you caught me off my guard."
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Post by Tristan "Vivi" Gravois on Sept 16, 2009 16:05:46 GMT -5
"Ah...you two are ici. Quite the coincidence...the chanteur blonde and l'homme de mystère." Holding a basket full of treats to deliver to the café under one arm, Vivi approached them, but kept a reasonable distance just in case interfering in the conversation was taboo for some reason. A quick smile came to carefully painted lips, brown eyes closing from the smile becoming wide.
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Post by Degaré Hurst on Sept 16, 2009 17:13:23 GMT -5
Degaré just smiled kindly to the slightly shaken woman. "It is quite alright, Mademoiselle Verhoeven. I would imagine one of your popularity would find it difficult to enjoy even a simple cup of coffee by yourself." He actually share similar experiences back when he was younger and far less efficient in his craft. He then took a seat down at her table. "However, now you have nothing to worry about, for you are not alone."
Degaré then looked up as her heard a familiar voice. He looked up to see that Vivi was stand before them. "So it seems, Mademoiselle. It is nice to see you, as well."
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Post by Tristan "Vivi" Gravois on Sept 16, 2009 17:33:22 GMT -5
"Perhaps restrict du café a small moment, Mademoiselle. Tu es...très tendu...and perhaps you reste." Vivi moved a little closer and glanced toward the woman who seemed on edge, adjusting the basket to make sure not one baked good fell out.
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Post by Amalia Sabien Verhoeven on Sept 16, 2009 20:19:07 GMT -5
Amalia's face reddened even more. "Oh no, really, I'm fine," she said, embarrassed. Nevertheless, thinking that Vivi had a point, she did not sip again from her coffee for several minutes.
Realizing what Monsieur Hurst had said, Amalia turned to him and smiled brighter than before. "I did not realize you were a follower of my music," she said, made cheerful by the fact.
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Post by Degaré Hurst on Sept 16, 2009 20:37:54 GMT -5
"Well, you are famous across the globe, Mademoiselle. Your music puts my aching heart at ease, considering the revolution that is plaguing France currently." This was, of course, a lie. Not about how good the music was; he actually enjoyed that. Degaré couldn't have cared less for the strife in France. The only thing that mattered was that the revolution gave him the distraction he needed to make off with some valuable relics. For that, and that only, he was thankful.
"I must admit, meeting you is somewhat of a honor." This was also actually true. It's not everyday international criminals have time to meet international singers. He looked to Vivi, though made no further comments before turning his attention back to Amalia. He didn't particularly care about initiating conversation, he already made his attempt, and she didn't respond.
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Post by Tristan "Vivi" Gravois on Sept 17, 2009 7:06:36 GMT -5
"A révolution in France?" Vivi's attention went right to the man, eyes wide with interest and surprise. "Ma mère et père are there...Je pense." But a shrug soon followed and Vivi calmed a little more. "But they are likely secure...it matters little à moi. They can abandon home and their child...they can abandon France facilement." The smile then returned, Vivi's broad shoulders easing their tension slowly.
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Post by Amalia Sabien Verhoeven on Sept 17, 2009 19:52:59 GMT -5
Amalia nodded. "Yes, I had heard of difficult times in France," she admitted. "My colleagues tell me that it is not safe, and that I should no longer take holiday there, but remain in Rotterdam." She sighed. "I can only say I hope it ends quickly. I do love Paris in the winter."
She digressed to disguise her pity for Vivi's sad tale. What parent would abandon their child like that? From Amalia's experience, people with sad stories didn't usually respond well to obvious pity, so she kept her thoughts to herself.
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Post by Tristan "Vivi" Gravois on Sept 17, 2009 20:45:50 GMT -5
"Oh...I am not a being of hiver. I desire always l'été." As if it were already cold, Vivi gave a light shiver and rubbed both forearms, setting the basket carefully down before picking it up. "But if l'hivers are belle, perhaps my thoughts become different. Un jour...possibly us all will see Paris."
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Post by Degaré Hurst on Sept 17, 2009 21:02:39 GMT -5
"There are only a few places where it is safe to stay in this world, it seems," Degaré said as he put on a sad smile. masking his own delight. Strife was where he worked the most efficiently. It was always the perfect cover to make off with valuable art and the like. "Paris is quite a sight during the winter. I was lucky to be able to find a suitable place to purchase before the revolution. Sad to say that I will likely be unable to return until the strife has settled down. Perhaps you can come visit if you wish." Degaré then turned his head to look at Vivi. "And you as well, Mademoiselle."
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Post by Amalia Sabien Verhoeven on Sept 19, 2009 15:39:25 GMT -5
Amalia ducked her head shyly. "I might very well do that, Monsieur Hurst, thank you," she murmured, privately thinking that she would have to much closer to him before she would do something like that. However, if Vivi was there, it might be interesting enough....
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Post by Tristan "Vivi" Gravois on Sept 19, 2009 15:47:40 GMT -5
"Together on the vacances...would that not be saisissant, Monsieur." Vivi spoke in amusement, brown eyes glittering slightly toward the man as the smile matched the amused tone.
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Post by Degaré Hurst on Sept 19, 2009 22:14:24 GMT -5
Degaré looked to Vivi for a moment, who seemed against the idea. "Please, what do you take me for? I am above the scum who crawl the streets looking to sastify their feral needs. I prefer to enjoy a cup of tea with acquaintances over conversation." Degaré then turned his attention back to Amalia and smiled slightly. "Such as what we are doing now."
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