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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2012 11:48:22 GMT -6
ooc: Rachel and Christoffer. BIC: Rachel Day"You best come back to see me, little miss thang!"Andi Foster called out after Rachel, who was heading out the backdoor to the Moulin Rouge. She barked out a laugh, tossing her purse over her shoulder and waving a hand back to her new friend. "You bet!" Myron had told Rachel about Andi Foster when he had hired her. She was a New York City girl, and so Rachel Day knew she must meet her, and had taken her lunch break from the agency to do so. The Rouge was surrounded by press, so Rachel made sure to enter and exit through the stage door. Being, 'undercover' so to speak, was beginning to get real irritating. Chatting with Andi, had made her realize how much she envied her and missed the theater life. Working as Santiago's assistant didn't do anything for her dignity. Stepping out into the Rouge alleyway, Rachel plucked her large sunglasses from her bag and slid them on. Then with a little smile to herself, having been a little inspired from Andi, she did a little twirl and a kick into the air! Ugh, she had missed it!
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2012 17:28:45 GMT -6
OOC: My apologies for how long it to me to get to this. BIC:
Christoffer Gottfrid
Christoffer was on a hunt. His backpack on his back, hat on his head, some spare change in his pockets and the smell of alcohol apparent on his breath. He was here to find Valter, well, really he was in Paris to find a place to stay, someone's food to eat and money to spend. Valter was just the easiest way to get to those things. He would have an obligation as Christoffer's brother to provide these things for him. No Gottfrid ever left another out in the cold...unless their names are Edvard and Frida....
Chris had absolutely no idea where he was. He had no map, no idea of how to get around Paris, no idea of how to get anywhere even if he had directions as he didn't speak a lick of french. It was quite a predicament to be in but, he was sure that it wouldn't take him long. How big could a city like Paris really be?
He was walking down a sort of alley looking place when he heard signs of other life.
"You bet!"
A woman! Now this was Christoffer's kind of game! Have a little fun with a pretty girl, mooch what he could, make his way back to Valter's place with the help of a knowledgeable Parisian girl, it was a fool proof plan! Chris watched as the woman did some little twisty kick thing. And in a good mood? All the better!
"Excuse me? Very enthusiastic lady? Might you know where Saint Germain Odeon is?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2012 18:38:18 GMT -6
00C: Forgiven if you'll forgive me!
Rachel Day
"Excuse me?"
Rachel gasped audibly in surprise that she wasn't alone, spinning around after already having done a dance spin, but this one was to look at who the voice belonged to. It was man with a hat that made his eyes have dark shadows underneath them.
"Very enthusiastic lady? Might you know where Saint Germain Odeon is?"
She couldn't quite place what he smelled like, but she smelled it faintly as she wasn't too close to him. Rachel Day smiled wearily, something about being in an alleyway not entirely helping this situation. Though, it was near the stage door of the Rouge and innocently enough all he wanted were some directions. Much worse could be said. She always just seemed to tense up lately, her current happenings having her much of more defensive than usual. It wasn't his fault.
"Sure." She said, and then brushed past him. Rachel's nose crinkled in disgust. It was alcohol that he smelled of. Ignoring it for now, she walked a couple steps out of the alleyway, since that seemed like a much better place to be, and pointed over to the right. " It's by the Odeon Theatre and Luxembourg Palace, if you have any idea where those two places are."
Rachel looked over at him and shrugged with a weary smile, "Sorry, I'm not great with streets."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2012 17:39:41 GMT -6
OOC:Shall we trade forgiveness again?BIC:
Christoffer Gottfrid
"Sure." She said, brushing past him, walking a few steps out of the alleyway, and pointing over to the right. " It's by the Odeon Theatre and Luxembourg Palace, if you have any idea where those two places are."
Christoffer thought for a moment, wrapping his left arm around himself and biting the end of his right thumb. Did he know what any of those places even were? Nope! Oh the fun of being in a new place for the first time! Not even just a new place, a new city, a new country, a new hemisphere of Europe one could say. He was entirely lost, the directions of a local would be of no help unless he was shown exactly where something was. I'm hopeless!
The woman looked over at him and shrugged with a weary smile, "Sorry, I'm not great with streets."
Chris nodded stepping a bit closer to her, why had she walked so far away in the first place? He looked out of the alley, falsely trying to gain some sort of idea of where he was or what she had just told him. Paris was a pretty enough place, not quite Sweden but, it would do.
"You aren't great with streets and I'm not great with Paris. Unfortunately for me, I'm very new to the city."
He stepped a bit closer, his hands stuffed into his pants pockets and looking down. He looked up with a sort of puppy dog-eyed grin, simultaneously flirting and pleading with the woman.
"I'm from Sweden, you see. There's been some horrible tragedies in my family recently and I've come to tell my brother the bad news. He'll be horribly broken hearted but I think he'll appreciate being made aware...," he explained, taking a half step back, letting a few tears form in his eyes, "I just...I just really need to find my brother."
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