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Post by Prince on Oct 11, 2006 0:53:07 GMT -5
Arianette can usualy be found back here...
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Post by Isabela on Oct 27, 2006 12:40:40 GMT -5
Isabela walked up to the door and knocked loudly. She was looking for Ariannette. She'd heard about the Halloween party, and would like to offer her services. She now understood what newsies were like, and how they lived, and she wanted to help them in anyway she could. She figured this would be a good place to start.
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Post by arianette on Oct 27, 2006 13:06:37 GMT -5
Arianette had been talking to her stage manager Lawrence about various things when she heard the knock. "Probably some newsie.." She excused herself and walked over, a hand on her stomach when she opened the door--and surprised to see a girl who was, more than likely, not a newsie.
Smiling softly she looked at the woman. "Can I help you, chere?"
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Post by Isabela on Oct 27, 2006 19:04:52 GMT -5
"I hope so. My name is Isabela Maria," she said in as much as a business like tone she could have with her thick accent. I'm looking for a miss... Ariannette LeFleur. Is she here?" However, since Isabela was Spanish and not French the name sounded like "Ah-ree-ahn-ay-tay Lay Flay-oor." Which wasn't quite right.
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Post by arianette on Oct 27, 2006 19:10:46 GMT -5
Aria laughed a bit. "I'm her...and call my Aria. That will be easier for you." She opened the door wider. "Come in...what can I do for you?" The girl was quite pretty, and if she was looking for work, Aria knew that would definitely help her some.
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Post by Isabela on Oct 28, 2006 0:44:26 GMT -5
"I heard you were hosing a party for the newsies, and I would like to offer my services, anyway I could. I'll help with food, super vision, I'll even teach the girls to dance if you like." She wasn't looking for a job, but then again... this seemed like a nice place. Maybe she'd ask about it a little later, dancing was always helpful when money was tight, and she was sure this place was reliable, she just had a good feeling about it.
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Post by arianette on Oct 28, 2006 10:33:42 GMT -5
Ariannette nodded. "Any help is definitely appreciated...how old are you...20 perhaps?" She paused. "And we have food and supervision down...but I bet the girls would love someone to teach them how to dance!" She smiled brightly and kindly.
"A very nice thing you are doing, offering your services..."
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Post by Isabela on Oct 28, 2006 17:30:42 GMT -5
"19 acctually... nearly twenty," she said with a nod and her always present smile. "I'd love to teach the girls to dance. I'll bring some scarves and they can try if they'd like."
"I've been seeing a lot of these children recently. They come to my tent. Have their future's read. Most of them very nice children. I want to help them anyway I can," she explained. Maybe she'd see some old friends, maybe make some new ones. She was hoping for a little of both.
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Post by arianette on Oct 28, 2006 20:32:24 GMT -5
Aria nodded. "Yes they are good children...glad someone else sees that they need some help." She smiled. "You are very welcome to teach them all you want."
She put out her hand. "Let us shake on it, chere..."
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Post by Isabela on Oct 28, 2006 20:46:34 GMT -5
Isabela accepted Aria's hand and shook it gracefully. Before she left she asked, "so, do you own and run this place?" she said looking around the clean back stage area with curiousity. It looked beautiful, and this was only the back stage.
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Post by arianette on Oct 28, 2006 22:09:36 GMT -5
Aria nodded. "Yes, this is my own place. Lawrence, my manager also has a half share in it, and we run it together really...but it is my labour of love." She smiled gracefully.
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Post by Isabela on Oct 28, 2006 22:37:17 GMT -5
"So you like it then, you enjoy what you do?" She looked around a little more. "Do you perform here, or do you just run it with your stage manager?" she asked as she became a little more adventurous and started to explore. She didn't open any doors, but simply wanted to look around a little. She hoped she wasn't intruding, she was just a little curoius.
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Post by arianette on Oct 29, 2006 10:13:07 GMT -5
"I love it..." Aria put a hand on her stomach rubbing a bit, soothing the kicking child within.
"I perform...or at least I did when I wasn't pregnant. I will again, of course..." She smiled good naturedly. "This has been my life since I was your age, actually, and I could never imagine doing anything else."
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Post by Isabela on Oct 29, 2006 12:46:25 GMT -5
"I'm glad you love it so much, it's important, loving what you do." Isabela suddenly stopped at the mention of her being pregnant and turned back towasrds her with a broad smile. "Of course, I was wondering," she said looking at the Aria's stomach. She'd noticed the rather apparent bulge, but she'd learned not to coment on such things. Some people were worried a gypsie would curse a child, or even steal it away, when they normally meant no harm. Isabela however, was never fond of that practice. She hurried back over, seeing that she was obviously happy about the chlid as well. "It truely is a wonderful thing you know, having a child. A blessing most certainly," she said gazing at the woman and her unborn child.
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Post by arianette on Oct 29, 2006 13:35:40 GMT -5
Aria smiled softly, blushing. "I wasn't that happy about it in the beginning--its a new life for me." She petted her stomach, looking down at it. "But we got over that and are happy now, aren't we love."
She laughed and shook her head. "Thank you, Isabela. I know this is not why you came...but if you ever wish to work here, you would be more than welcome."
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