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Post by Administrator on Apr 15, 2010 0:26:10 GMT -5
Arianette can usually be found back here...
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Post by scaper on Jan 20, 2011 16:37:07 GMT -5
(New Day)
It had been nearly two years to the day since he had been back at Caprice Hall. He had left here in a hurry in what seemed like a lifetime ago. Clarence looked around the backstage area, where much hadn't really changed since he and his family had lived here. He didn't mean to be here long, he was just looking for some packed belongings he had left behind. When Ariannette ran the theatre, she could always be found backstage. Clarence was hoping to find the current owner back here as well.
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Post by Naomi Talbot on Jan 20, 2011 16:43:07 GMT -5
Naomi was arguing loudly with one of the stage hands, her hand on her hip before she just gave him the eye and he moved off to do as she'd instructed. Naomi had almost cat like reflexes as she turned and raised a brow at the man behind her stage that she'd never seen before. Eyes narrowing she took a few steps forward, resisting the urge to put her hands on her hip yet again. Instead she folded her arms and took in his form, tilting her head to the side.
"Can I help you with something?" she asked, brow raising as she gave him another once over. She defiantly hadn't seen him around before that was for damn sure.
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Post by scaper on Jan 20, 2011 16:51:40 GMT -5
Clarence, slightly nervous as always, suddenly realized that maybe being backstage in a theatre he no longer lived in wasn't exactly the best idea.
He stuck his hand out to shake, "Sorry Miss, My name is Clarence Carter. I used to live here. Long time ago..." he said, almost as if remembering the good days. Well the tuberculosis outbreak wasn't really a good day, but...
He caught his mind wandering off.
"Before my wife and I moved, we packed up a few boxes for storage. We left them somewhere back here. Can't remember exactly. I was just hoping to retrieve them." He gave his famous half smile, hoping he hadn't offended her by just showing up backstage.
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Post by Naomi Talbot on Jan 20, 2011 16:56:13 GMT -5
She kept her arms folded and resisted the urge to lean forward, you could always tell an honest man her father had told her, by the scuff of their boots and the way their lips curved. There was always something in a dishonest one that screamed loudly when you weren't careful. But she blew her bangs out of her face with a huff, watching him carefully, she didn't trust him something didn't really feel right at the moment and she wasn't sure what it was.
"Used to live here?" she asked with a raise brow as she turned to circle him giving him a once over that way. she wasn't sure if she wanted him back here or to just kick him out. If all else failed she'd just go and find Sara. Naomi had been amazing on stage when she started out at Caprice but she had hired Sara so she could run the place. Seemed to be a great partnership that way.
"You were Arianette's husband then?" oh she knew Aria. It had just been a long time.
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Post by scaper on Jan 20, 2011 17:09:25 GMT -5
The girl circled him like a hawk circled its prey. The way she looked at him reminded him of how Ariannette used to watch people in her Hall. She would have been proud.
However, the way she said "used to live here" made it seem as if he were lying. He didn't much care for that.
"I am Ariannette's husband, yes. She was actually the one who sent me to collect our things. She wasn't sure if the same owner she had sold to was still around. Is that you?" he asked. If ownership had changed hands a few time, their boxes could be lost forever.
He was trying to remain friendly, but this girl, with her crossed arms, and sharp eyes wasn't making it easy. He just wanted to get his things and be back home with his daughter.
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Post by Naomi Talbot on Jan 20, 2011 17:43:17 GMT -5
She didn't know that, but being the life she came from it wasn't at all easy to trust anyone no matter if she wanted to or not. And she nodded her head and offered him a smile the moment after, turning towards the back room giving him a slight wave. "Yes that would be me, I'm Naomi Talbot. Come on back this way, Carter. I think I know the room your boxes are in I didn't touch much when I started clearing things away, just stored them until someone came for them."
It was the truth, she had also wanted to make the place her own by throwing in a bar and she had. There was enough business to keep the place going for a long, long time and everyone loved seeing Sarah sing. "I though Aria's husband was a cop?"
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Post by scaper on Jan 20, 2011 18:03:01 GMT -5
Clarence followed Naomi and as he did, he was glad she had actually managed to smile. For a few moments, he didn't think she was capable.
Walking through the back of Caprice Hall felt like walking through old memories. He couldn't shake the nostalgia. It did seem a little busier than it used to be, which he chalked up to not having visited it in a while.
Following the lady, he responded to her question,
"Yeah, I was a cop. But Aria wanted to go back to France for...personal reasons. So I went with her. I'm hoping to get back into policing. We'll see how that goes." He wanted to change the subject.
"So, how's the theatre been?" he asked, hoping to turn the subject to something more positive.
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Post by Naomi Talbot on Jan 20, 2011 18:16:30 GMT -5
"I've got Sarah Williams as my headliner, a crowd draw from out west. She's got spirit and spunk and happens to be a close friend of mine. If anyone could give me a hand or two it's her.." she mused as she walked passing under a beam that one of the boys hadn't put to rights. It wasn't falling apart the beam was extra support for something and she just shrugged as she patted it, giving him a shrug with a half smile. Woman was tough as nails, she was. But she had a good heart.
"We put in a bar, my bartender is Jim Turner-- the bar keeps them here while the show helps them forget how much they are spending on whiskey. I'm making a fine turn of the place Carter. Ah-- so Aria's not with you then?" Her brow raised as she watched the man, turning before continuing down the hall.
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Post by scaper on Jan 20, 2011 20:02:20 GMT -5
Clarence laughed a little, "A bar. Wish we would have thought of that!"
He narrowly missed crashing into the low beam, but ducked under without causing any harm.
Walking along he was debating on whether or not to answer the question about Aria. Truth is, they were still together. But he had moved to New York and she had stayed in Paris. Their daughter split her time between the two cities.
"Well, Aria isn't with me now. She's still in Paris at the moment. She running a theatre there. She may be back in New York soon."
He hoped she was back soon. They had somehow managed to save their relationship, but things were still rocky. Rocky enough that they decided it best they be in two different countries. He tried to hide the sadness of missing his wife by giving Naomi a half smile.
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Post by Naomi Talbot on Jan 20, 2011 23:02:06 GMT -5
Naomi raised a brow, watching the man before she shrugged her shoulders. "Looks like the Commissioner awhile back got thrown into jail for human trafficking, so you might have a shot at getting the spot if it's still open. I mean I heard you were a big time cop back when y'all lived here." The sound of the west in her voice was something she didn't bother to try to hide, the woman stopped at a door and wrapped her fingers around the knob, shoving against it with her shoulder a couple times before she sighed.
"Blasted door sticks," she tried again, shoulder into the door and it didn't budge to far. "One of the boxes must have fallen against it." She glanced back at him, it was unnerving, if you loved someone shouldn't you want to actually be with them instead of splitting time in different countries with them?
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Post by scaper on Jan 20, 2011 23:19:24 GMT -5
Clarence hadn't stopped by the police station yet to try and regain his old job. He wasn't too surprised the Commissioner had been caught. He was always a corrupt fellow. Just seems he got caught in something he couldn't get out of.
"Hmm, interesting" he mumbled, thinking of his old boss, and watching her fumble with the door.
"Here let me help," Clarence placed a hand on her shoulder, "I'm not sure if it still works, but there used to be a trick to getting this door open." He smiled, and motioned for her to step back. Gripping the handle, he pushed in on the door while also lifting it up. It didn't work at first, so he tried again. The old door gently creaked open.
"There, you just have to lift it a little." He turned and smiled at her, stepping out of the doorway.
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Post by Naomi Talbot on Jan 21, 2011 13:04:55 GMT -5
She let out a breath, folding her arms as she jiggled the door and a slight smile crossed her features before she rolled her eyes good naturedly. There was something to be said about someone being around that knew the building prior, she was kind of glad to have the man around.
"Hell sakes," she replied with a slight laugh, shaking her head. "I've been fighting with this door since I bought the place it never occurred to me to lift the damn door to open it.." And her shoulder was going to thank her and was thanking him now.
Stepping into the room she reached over and smacked her hand on the switch that turned on the light, hands moving to her hips as she looked around the room lined with boxes. "This could take some time, Carter. I think whatever Arianette left I put back here, but I can't remember were. Just have to find the ones labeled. If you can read my writing..." She could read and write but her penmanship was terrible.
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Post by scaper on Jan 24, 2011 17:24:39 GMT -5
He smiled at her laugh.
"Well, there's a few things in this old hall that are a bit tricky. Not too many are worse than this door." He was being sincere. This door could be a nightmare.
When they got in the room, and she turned on the lights. he realized there were boxes everywhere the eye could see. He hoped his boxes weren't buried under some of the larger looking ones. Dust was settled everywhere. He doubted if this door had been opened in months.
"Hopefully it wont take too long if we're lucky." He smiled again over at her when she mentioned her handwriting. "Trust me, it cant be too awful. At least you can write!"
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Post by Naomi Talbot on Jan 26, 2011 16:56:08 GMT -5
She laughed, shaking her head, the curls bouncing as she shrugged her shoulders and pressed on, lifting up her skirts to crawl over a box and get towards the back of the storage room. "Something my grand daddy never would have expected I can tell you that. Ah lets see," she replied as she moved over to where the boxes stacked high in the back.
"When you travel a lot," she tested shrugging her shoulders yet again as she moved, squinting in the light to glance at the boxes. "You either travel lightly or know how to store things.."
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