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Post by zuyuri on Feb 7, 2016 1:23:47 GMT -5
"And what drew you to Paris? The city of lights and lovers? The music," she nodded to his guitar. There was some kind of awkwardness that was passing, "no doubt. Guitars are more common in Spain. Or in Italy where I came from."
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Post by neverlandlostgirl on Feb 7, 2016 2:12:34 GMT -5
"Nothing."
Manolo's eyes suddenly dropped to the ground as he recalled that time only two years ago when he had so desperately fled from Mexico. Back then he hadn't cared where he went as long as it took him far away from his home, away from the truth his father had concealed for so long, away from the fact that he had killed the woman he loved.
Back then he had gone where he could, trying again and again to forget what he had done and what he was, but always the memories came back and forced him onward. Paris had just been one of many stops and most likely he would have continued on his endless travel if not for Lucille. Meeting her had finally allowed him to push aside his past, but he could never forget.
Talking to a perfect stranger about it only seemed to awaken those feelings in him again. Loss. Guilt. And fear.
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Post by zuyuri on Feb 8, 2016 2:29:43 GMT -5
Odette just nodded. She did not care that he told her what had brought him here if he didn't want to share it. Some secrets were better left closed in the box. Her own bloodlust was under lock and key, mainly, to prevent innocent children of the cirque to avoid becoming a meal. Even the smell of the quarter dragon Alexander was starting to become tempting.
"You came here with a companion? Or am I interpretting your eagerness to search for something for a nervous disorder?"
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Post by neverlandlostgirl on Feb 11, 2016 21:15:30 GMT -5
Manolo frowned for a moment, the look on his face distant and it was unclear if he would respond to Odette's question at all. However, he finally lifted his gaze back to look at her own eyes as he spoke.
"Si, it was my companion's idea to come here at all."
He glanced back towards the tents only a short distance away and wondered where Lucille was in that sea of fabric and poles.
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Post by zuyuri on Feb 14, 2016 1:27:21 GMT -5
"Ah." The waving flags of multiple colors became a blur every time Odette looked out in the direction. That blur would be broken by people coming through or the colorful bouncing of a balloon held by a child, but other than that, the circus was color against different urban backdrops.
"Your companion came here, yet she seems to have abandoned you."
Her voice became curt. The circus should be a place of union, not a place of abandonment. Yes, she had disowned Meleana, but the girl had brought it upon herself.
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Post by neverlandlostgirl on Feb 14, 2016 22:03:52 GMT -5
"What?"
Manolo blinked a moment as he took in Odette's statement. Suddenly, his expression turned much harsher and somewhat angry, his shoulders stiffening at this strange woman's words. How dare this woman much such a claim about Lucille, that she had abandoned him so that she could go and explore on her own. This couldn't be farther from the truth!
"Lucille did not abandon me."
Manolo's voice was level but extremely blunt as he spoke, trying to keep his temper in check.
"I chose to come out here by myself, to have some time to think things over. Lucille chose to stay in the circus to get to know it better. You have no right to make such assumptions about her without even knowing her."
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Post by zuyuri on Feb 15, 2016 2:14:56 GMT -5
"Then I suggest you find her while you can. I don't mean to become the doom and gloom, good sir, but there are things, dark things, that haunt this circus. I wish no harm to come to either one of you. If you came as a duo, staying close is the best option. For a time at least."
She could handle indignance. Accusations made at her were none of her concerns whatsoever; she was just stating the facts as it were. How they reacted to the news was up to them, not to her at all. The musician could act all wibble-wibble and say Odette didn't know this 'Lucille' character, which was true and explained why she didn't say any more.
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Post by neverlandlostgirl on Feb 19, 2016 22:42:51 GMT -5
"I know enough about 'dark things' and unforeseen dangers already, thank you."
Manolo's gaze turned into a slight glare at Odette, unhappy with how she was speaking to him, as if he were a child that needed leading about. Not only that but her comments had reminded him that, while only Facilier and Lucille knew of it so far, he too belonged partly to these 'dark things' now and others would learn of it soon enough.
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Post by zuyuri on Feb 21, 2016 2:55:10 GMT -5
Odette's face was unmoved. No twitch of the lip to show amusement, no ached eyebrow to show confusion, no furrowing to show frustration. She didn't even flinch at the glare. She continued to stand erect, trying to find a wise way to word her next statement without sounding like the cruel stepmother.
"Yes, you may know them," she responded, "but remember that not everyone here can be trusted. We have had too many betrayals in the past. It would be a shame to have you or Lucille hurt the way others have been."
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Post by neverlandlostgirl on Feb 21, 2016 3:01:41 GMT -5
"For someone who is the wife of the ringmaster and owner of this circus, you don't seem to have a very high opinion of it."
Manolo still wasn't about to overlook this woman's assumptions but had to admit that her words surprised him somewhat. After all, she was casting a rather bad light over the Cirque Mystique and it wasn't the kind of thing you'd expect to hear from someone working at said circus. It was something he would definitely want to discuss with Lucille when he saw her again.
However, he didn't leave just then and instead looked at Odette once more, trying to remain polite even though his first impression of her was hardly gleaming.
"Well if you don't mind, I still need to practice my guitar."
With that, he unslung the instrument and began to strum it once more as something to distract and calm him.
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Post by zuyuri on Feb 21, 2016 3:06:54 GMT -5
"I'd suggest speaking with a clown named Miguel some time."
Just because the meeting was turning sour didn't mean Odette wanted it to end sour. Her stoic face was beginning to crack. Only a trace of an apologetic smile would appear. If they met again, hopefully it wouldn't be under the circumstances of fighting bloodlust on her part and on his part, separation anxiety. Friendly referrence was the mosyt she could muster.
"Blonde haired, green eyed. Perhaps you two may find some lovely music to play. Good day."
And with the metallic strumming being her only reply, Odette nodded and walked back through the tents, hoping a good cup of tea would ease the animal within her until nightfall. ((end thread))
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