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Post by littlesongbird on Oct 16, 2011 15:09:43 GMT -8
Lise quietly pulled her winter shawl closer to her and managed to get a few of the free floating locks of hair tucked back into her now falling apart bun. If she never saw another male kitten, particularly /that/ one, it would be too damn /soon/. Why couldn't the parents control those unruly hellions was beyond her. One of the little terrors had her running ragged because he thought it was his right since she was a mere maid and apparently that's what went on in his house. Heaven forbid he be reminded that he was a guest in someone else's "home". Her left ankle throbbed from where she had tripped over one of his toys as she tried to head to the next room to tied up - he thought it was funny, she didn't. Nor did she think it was funny when he threw his juice at her, staining her apron crimson.
She didn't have the heart to complain to Mssr Hollister about today's nightmarish shift of trying to keep the place neat, her ears flicking back as she recalled the headache, but there were days when she was down right ready to - that is if, she didn't /need/ this job, but she did. Rent wasn't cheap where she was staying at the moment and she wasn't sure if there were any auditions to be had at that opera house she had glanced at during a brief walk through town the other day. She took a cleansing breath and started to head for the door (and freedom, blessed freedom). Of course, she'd have to get her uniform cleaned before her next shift...
Some softly hissed curses in French escaped her lips as she walked (or rather stalked as best she could) towards the door, trying to ignore the smug look of Mssr Martin at her rather dishelved appearence when she sensed a different male approaching her. She stiffened instantly and turned slowly to see who it was. "Mssr?" she ventured slowly.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 17, 2011 21:50:42 GMT -8
Macavity entered the hotel from outside, having just returned from a long walk to one of the parks and back. His head had needed to be cleared and pacing his office or even the ballroom had just not done it. Finally the cool air had helped, but he paused at being addressed in French. "Yeah? What?"
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Post by littlesongbird on Oct 18, 2011 3:56:55 GMT -8
She offered him a small smile. "Have a good day," she murmured, wishing at that moment she had remembered to remove her stained apron before she left for the day. Not a good sign to show the employer. Maybe he wouldn't notice?
Pfft. Mssr Hollister not notice that stain? Who was she trying to fool? she thought to herself. She was almost tempted to assure him that her uniform would be spotless for the next shift, but really, at that point, she was too tired to actually do so.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 18, 2011 15:44:37 GMT -8
He blinked in confusion. "What about my day?"
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Post by littlesongbird on Oct 18, 2011 18:34:01 GMT -8
She blinked in response. "I was merely wishing you to have a good one," she said slowly, wondering if her English really had been that terrible that he couldn't understand her. Why couldn't English be as easy as French? "You must forgive me, English is not an easy language for me," she admitted, her accent getting slightly heavier in her distress.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 18, 2011 23:32:21 GMT -8
"Oh, well, alright," he managed. "Just seemed a little random was all."
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Post by littlesongbird on Oct 19, 2011 4:02:12 GMT -8
"My upbringing," she said, a minor wry smile on her lips. "My elder brothers raised me to be polite to my betters," she said. Of course, unlike the eldest, Phillipe, she usually meant what she said, where he was merely the society polite. "And as you are my superior, it was only right to wish you to have a good day." At least he hadn't commented on the ruined apron yet - thank heaven for minor miracles.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 19, 2011 22:14:32 GMT -8
"I suppose I can 'et behind that," he said with a shrug. "Hey, you were the maid here with 'Straps that one day, right?"
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Post by littlesongbird on Oct 20, 2011 4:10:36 GMT -8
"Oui, Mssr," she murmured, nodding once to confirm it, "I was. I do apologize if I heard something I should not have that day." More then likely, she probably should not have heard his outburst to his brother about marriage and babies. She would, however, not apologize for observing proper courtesy by curtsying to him.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 20, 2011 18:54:10 GMT -8
He rolled a shoulder. "I was the one blabberin' it out ta the whole room."
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Post by littlesongbird on Oct 20, 2011 19:04:44 GMT -8
She gave the smallest of nods in agreement. Her voice was soft when she spoke next, not knowing if she was truly overstepping some bound, but as she had heard it, it still would be polite. "I offer my most sincere congratulations on both events, Mssr Hollister," she said, dipping into a deep proper curtsy to the tom before her.
((I've tried to tell her she doesn't have to curtsy, but she will not listen to me at all))
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 20, 2011 23:42:49 GMT -8
He arched a brow but bowed his head. "Thankee," he murmured. "For both events."
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Post by littlesongbird on Oct 21, 2011 4:00:23 GMT -8
She rose slowly from the curtsy, just as gracefully as she entered it. Too many lessons on how to behave still lingered in her - even if she did not truly practice half of what she learned as a child. Americans were far too informal and she was /trying/ to blend in, but it just was so hard to break away from her upbringing like that.
She did have the sense to blush when he had arched his brow at her curtsying. And she had already used the "upbringing" excuse once already - and she did not like to truly repeat it. Well, as long as he didn't ask why she did it, she was all right.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Oct 21, 2011 9:59:09 GMT -8
He blinked again. "If that's all then...?"
((It really helps me to reply to a post if the other character actually says something...))
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Post by littlesongbird on Oct 21, 2011 10:03:58 GMT -8
((I was going to have her say something but my mind blanked as to what she should say. That and I've been editting the hell out of that last post of mine ::chuckles::)
She gave a light laugh. "Forgive me, too many lessons as a child on how to be a proper lady. Hated almost all of them," she admitted quietly. She did enjoy learning how to ride a horse, and possibly the voice and dance lessons, but that was about it.
"With your premission, my lord, I will take my leave so I can get my uniform cleaned. Or," she glanced down at her apron, not fully paying attention to the fact that she called her employer a "lord". "I probably should just buy a new one. I think this apron is beyond saving."
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