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Post by Belle on Sept 30, 2005 8:51:11 GMT -5
Belle walked to the city square and, luckily, no one had noticed her yet. She just wanted to be out of her stuffy home and into the fresh, free air. She had gone to the church, but only for a minute. Now she could do whatever she wanted for a few hours...atleast that was the plan. If she got in trouble, that time would be longer or shorter, depending on what kind of trouble she got into.
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Post by Roselle on Oct 3, 2005 19:18:56 GMT -5
"Hey! Get back here!"
But the boy refused to listen. He took off like a shot, and Roselle couldn't help but smirk proudly at her handiwork. He'd have a nice shiner to explain tomorrow morning, as well as various other bruises. "Coward! That'll teach you to try and pick my pockets!" she hollered after him.
Turning back to where her bag of books lay, she checked her hat and pins to make sure her hat remained firmly in place, hiding her long hair. That was the main feature that needed to remain hidden. Well, that and her chest, but she had a special breastband for that.
Shouldering her bag, she rose to meet the eyes of a young woman. Roselle blushed and glanced around surreptitiously. I probably attracted more attention than I needed to with that little stunt, she thought. Oh, well. It's not like anyone's recognized me.
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Post by Belle on Oct 5, 2005 7:10:01 GMT -5
OOC: So sorry...I read your post wrong
Belle watched the girl pick up her books as the boy disapeared into an alleyway. She didn't want to be noticed all that much, so she merely watched from a distance, hopefully catching no one's eye.
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Post by Roselle on Oct 5, 2005 15:51:44 GMT -5
OOC: that's alright
BIC: Roselle gathered her things and turned to leave, but ended up running headfirst into a girl. She was rather pretty-- her skin was so white she almost looked like a noble. "Sorry! Really, I am, I didn't see you there," she sputtered, deepening her voice the slightest bit to sound more like a boy.
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Post by Belle on Oct 5, 2005 16:25:13 GMT -5
"No problem, young sir," Belle said politely with a smile. "Do you need anyhelp?" She offered.
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Post by Roselle on Oct 6, 2005 20:51:14 GMT -5
Roselle couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle, relaxing. "Thank you, madamoiselle, but I believe that's my line," she said. "I'm Rosaire. Would you like an escort to-- uh, where ever you're off to?"
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Post by Belle on Oct 7, 2005 8:21:38 GMT -5
"No, no, no...I'm not really off to any where and if I do go somewhere....I think I would just rather escort myself, but thank you," Belle replied with a smile, she didn't want to draw to much attention and there was something very odd about this boy.
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Post by Roselle on Oct 8, 2005 12:51:22 GMT -5
Roselle smiled and bowed slightly, albeit clumsily. "If you say so. But may I ask your name, madamoiselle?"
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Post by Belle on Oct 10, 2005 8:01:05 GMT -5
"No you may not, young sir," Belle replied sharply. "Though, I really must be going, but it has been a nice little chat." Belle said uncomfortablly and then disappeared into a crowd of people
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Post by Geneviève D'Artois on Oct 11, 2005 1:18:41 GMT -5
"Aaah the city!"
As clueless as ever, Geneviève was walking in the crowd like a kid in a candy store. All this commotion, the sounds, the life was so intriguing to her, and so fascinating! Almost bumping in the man in front of her, she was looking around eagerly trying to find a good place to go...
"Euh...excuse me, mademoiselle, could you please be kind enough to tell me where I could find a place to relax my poor legs they are...hur...Merci quand même, mademoiselle!"
Thanks anyway... she thought as the hurry mother crossed the street. Geneviève did not want to admit it, but she was lost, truly lost... If only Arian was there... she looked around to see if anyone would look kind enough to help her...
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