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Post by paintbrush on Jan 18, 2007 17:35:34 GMT -5
"No ma'am. I don't need money. Long's I can do something to help, I don't care about getting money." She glanced down at her hands...lately, the whole artist thing hadn't been working. No one needed her paintings. She refused to tell Aria the truth, that she survived only on the generosity of her father's family.
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Post by arianette on Jan 18, 2007 17:48:32 GMT -5
Aria smiled softly. "Well I'm glad your so wiling to help Eleanor...it's really appreciated...do you have somewhere to stay besides a lodging house?" If she didn't she'd make sure the girl got a better place.
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Post by paintbrush on Jan 18, 2007 17:54:22 GMT -5
"Got an apartment in Brooklyn. I'm no newsie, or I'd be sick like the rest of them. I'm a lot older than I might look...Twenty-one years old, and no skills besides nursing and painting." She waved a hand dismissively, as though her limited skills didn't bother her.
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Post by arianette on Jan 18, 2007 17:57:01 GMT -5
Aria smiled. "...Ahh..you doo look a bit young. Sorry." She laughed. "Only nursing and painting? Both those skills are quite special, I'd say...I only have nursing and performing." She rubbed her stomach a bit after the baby kicked. "..perhaps you should bring some of your art..brighten this place up.."
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Post by paintbrush on Jan 18, 2007 18:04:55 GMT -5
"I haven't painted a thing in a while. Haven't been inspired, I guess, 'cause my greatest inspiration died about a month ago. My cat..." She replied, her voice sounding far-off and dreamy, and then added, "I guess I could bring some older stuff, but it's mostly flowers and...well, there was that one time I dropped a plate and decided it made for an interesting sketch..." She didn't know why she mentioned the plate, only that it meant she was babbling needlessly. After a moment she began to hum an Irish song she'd heard once.
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Post by arianette on Jan 18, 2007 18:09:43 GMT -5
Aria raised an eyebrow. "Maybe you should get a another cat." She smiled. "...artists find inspiration in the strangest places...maybe you'll find a muse here.."
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Post by paintbrush on Jan 18, 2007 18:11:55 GMT -5
She stopped humming long enough to reply, "I'd get another if I knew where to look..." Then she began singing "Danny Boy" softly. Eleanor had never considered herself to be a good singer, but her voice was actually very pretty.
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Post by arianette on Jan 18, 2007 18:16:45 GMT -5
Aria chuckled. "Stray cats are everywhere..." She paused, listening to the girl sing. She said of handedly. "You actually have a nice, if a bit raw, voice..." She just meant that it wasn't trained..but it was pretty.
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Post by paintbrush on Jan 18, 2007 18:22:02 GMT -5
"Thank you ma'am. I'm sure you've heard better, though." She was just that kind of person, never taking pride in her talents. It had always been a source of irritation for her Virginia-born mother, who insisted that pride was the only thing the South had left.
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Post by arianette on Jan 18, 2007 18:26:56 GMT -5
Aria nodded. "Aye, I have." She wasn't one to lie. "...but your voice has a good quaility to it. I like it. If you ever want a job as a chorus girl..."
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Post by criol on Jan 19, 2007 20:01:52 GMT -5
Lanna was half, dragging, half carrying her leader into the Ballroom. He was coughing something fierce and she just, let out a sigh. He'd snagged her on the way, said. Hi I'm Dodger, nice to meet you.. then he fell on her. She didn't know what to do but she couldn't leave him like that. She looked around.
"Mon Dieu, you're so heavy.. Is anyone here?!"
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Post by arianette on Jan 21, 2007 13:12:39 GMT -5
Aria heard some girl calling for someone, seeming to drag a young man in. Wheeling over in her chair, she sighed. "...Seems the boy came just in time." Hopefully Eleanor would come over and help.
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Post by criol on Jan 21, 2007 13:29:26 GMT -5
Lanna looked at the pretty very pregnant woman in the wheel chair and sighed, "He was on his way and then he just... fell on me.. I couldn't leave him there.." Her eyes flickered back at Dodger as her knees started to buckle. She rattled off a soft expletive in French before she lowered Dodger to the floor.
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Post by paintbrush on Jan 21, 2007 14:24:46 GMT -5
Eleanor hurried over in time to hear the girl's explanation, and glanced over at Aria briefly. Oh, certainly, she could handle this alone, but had never been good at taking the initiative to to do anything.
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Post by arianette on Jan 21, 2007 15:19:10 GMT -5
Aria looked over at Eleanor. "Can you help this young woman get this man into bed?" She gestured at Dodger on the floor. She raised an eyebrow at Alanna's french explicative, but said nothing. Right now they needed to get this young man into a bed.
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