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Post by Ophelia on Feb 26, 2010 21:26:23 GMT -5
The sickness had been worse lately. It came on suddenly. Not only in the morning, but anytime. Sharp smells, a revolting scene, anytime she felt uncomfortable (which was often). She was forced to work in Mercutio's shop. She hated it. It was dirty and smelly and people God knows what diseases came in all the time, begging to be allowed to extend their credit. She was amazed that Mercutio hadn't gone under yet.
But the shop work was nothign compared to Scarlett. She could rival Grandmama on her views on marriage out of wedlock... And she insisted on leaving not only Eliot, but the new twins Rome and Eli (which she thought was a bit insulting, hadn't it been an accident?) in her care at every available moment. Eliot was as wild as his red hair, and Rome was never quit, and she could've sworn that Eli glared at her!
Not even the handsome French man had been able to drag her out of her personal hell. He all but ran away when Scarlett said (not too subtly) that she was in a 'delicate condition'. And she did not need the fairy and the Indian coming in every other day to tell her that she was causing problems for Rosalind! Well it was Rosalind's fault that she was to blinded to see that Tybalt was cruel and that Killer had killed Eli, not her! She'd run, yes, but that was because she'd seen an opening and taken it! What was she supposed to do, distract the psychopath so a little Negro boy could get away and do what? Grow up to be an adult shoeshine?
Please. Great. Another customer. She hoped it was not anyone she knew, or she might become sick again. Especially not him. That bastard that abandoned her that night, that walked away. To her sister. To think that people didn't think she'd hear about what he was doing with her sister, wasn't Rosalind sleeping with the rude Indian?
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Post by Natasha on Feb 27, 2010 14:34:55 GMT -5
Natasha walked into the little store. She was told it was family owned and you could find just about anything in here. There was a blonde girl sweeping. Natasha walked up to her. "Hello. You must be Ophelia, no? I'm Natasha." SHe told her, smiling. She looked around the shop. It was quite nice. She laughed at the small red haired boy that ran around the corner. She smiled at him and he ran away. Natasha had always liked children. The little boy reminded her of her own brother, though he had sandy blonde hair.
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Post by Ophelia on Feb 27, 2010 16:05:37 GMT -5
Ophelia glared at the girl, not really caring. She grabbed Eliot as he ran by and pushed him threw the door that lead to the home side of the building. "Go tell your mother that Eli and Rome need changed. I have told her that I will not do it." She snapped. "Can I help you?" She asked the girl. There it was, the sickness was coming on again. It would have been alright if she knew who the father was, but she did not. He could have been the Russian errand boy or the Swedish waiter or the Scottish noble man or even the fiery Italian musician. It could have been them or any of the others that had excited her and charmed her. "I will help you find whatever you want..." She told the girl.
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Post by Natasha on Feb 27, 2010 17:04:16 GMT -5
Natasha looked Ophelia up and down. She was very pretty. Yes, she thought, she could probably help me. Natasha bit her lower lip. "Well." She strung out the word. "I need something that can help me.. impress someone and something i can perform in." Her eyes sparkled in anticipation. She was hoping to put on a performance with Asher and she was hoping she could impress him in the process. The disgust in Ophelia's voice, how she acted like she didn't care what she needed, completely surpassed Natasha.
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Post by Ophelia on Feb 27, 2010 17:21:24 GMT -5
Ophelia raised her eyebrows. "You are one of those artist types. Like the fairy. Hmm... Could you not make something?" She asked, mockingly. The girl annoyed her. She was bubbly and smilely, naive, and obviously not pregnant. Ophelia had had to let out most of her dresses, she was starting to show. "There are pattern books on those shelves. Pick out a design you like and a material from the wall behind the counter. I will get one of the order forms and then Scarlett will make it. It should be done in one week, maybe two if she feels poorly." Ophelia pulled a few books from the shelves she had pointed out and flipped through them. "This is a Paris design from 1897. It is older, but it is classic. What type of performance? If you prefer Opera, you will want something with more body. If you are a... dancing... girl you will wish for something shorter and more revealing. If you are just singing to sing, you will want something simple that will draw its beauty from yourself and will not blend into the background. It will also help you know what your show partner will be wearing... Or something general like that." Ophelia waved a dismissive hand.
"Here are a few lovely materials. This is silk from France, the Nice region. Do you see the brocade pattern? Comes in gold, navy blue, and a lovely maroon. Better for accents rather then a full dress. We also have several types of lace. Handmade and massed-produced. We also have a tapestry weave. The older customers prefer that for its durability and the fact that it can be worn for most occasions, formal and non. Anything that catches your eye?" She asked, turning to the girl. She put the broom in a corner, brushed her hands on her apron and took it off, revealing a charming yellow morning dress with her hair curled tightly and pulled up. Only the slight bulge of her stomach revealed her condition. "Eliot! Do not dare touch that! Have I not told you millions of times?! That is not to play with."
"I hate you! Go away!" Eliot spat at her, laughing wickedly and running into the back room.
"I apologize. He is... well, for lack of better term, the devil incarnate." Ophelia sighed. She was tired, she had a headache, her back and feet hurt, and she felt like she was going to be sick at any moment.
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Post by Natasha on Feb 27, 2010 17:30:34 GMT -5
Natasha looked through the book with Ophelia. "I'm dancing. I think. I don't have a partner yet so i don't know what he is wearing. Do you have one of these dresses in red?" She asked pointing to one of the first that Ophelia pointed out. It was a shorter one and it had spagetti straps. It's breast sparkled with sequins. The bottom of it was flowy, but it showed her curves. She looked over at the little boy, the one that reminded her of Justin when they were little. She smiled at him, then looked back at Ophelia. "Oh no. He's fine, really. It doesn't bother me. He reminds me of my brother actually. Elliot, right? He's going to be a fine young man." Natasha bit back the tears that were threatening with the memories.
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Post by Ophelia on Feb 27, 2010 17:37:33 GMT -5
Ophelia looked at the dress she pointed out. "It reminds of the dress we sold to the prostitute..." She shrugged. "But yes, we have it in red. Now, what type of red cloth. Here is a sample board." She pulled out a board of different swatches of red material. "This is a lovely gathered cotton, breathes wonderfully. This is a nice gingham, but it can get a little itchy..."
Ophelia looked over at Eliot and frowned. "Eh. He is named after my father. Eliot Lexeme... Well, Lord Lexeme, but he got disowned and all that when he married mother. Grandmama was kind to me, sent me to the best boarding school in America." Ophelia shrugged. "Yes... I suppose he might grow to be fine, like his father, if he lives that long. I may kill him soon. Always jumping up and down at five in the morning, making the twins cry." She shook her head. "Excuse me a minute, I need to tell Scarlett something. I will return shortly."
And she did, after only five minutes.
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Post by Natasha on Feb 27, 2010 20:47:52 GMT -5
Natasha smlied as Ophelia walked back into the room. "I would like this color." SHe said pointing to the ruby red color. "Is everything alright?" She asked politely. She saw Eliot peek his little red head around the corner again. She smiled at him and waved her hand, guesturing for him to go away while Ophelia was looking at the color. ((srry its short...  )) |
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Post by Ophelia on Feb 27, 2010 21:34:50 GMT -5
Ophelia nodded. She wrote the color's name on the order form, along with the style, in her beautiful script. "Now we only need your sizes. Do you have them, or do you need fitted? Because I can measure you right now, I have time." Ophelia suggested. She looked at her. "Yes, everything is fine, thank you." She practically snapped. Then she softened. "Thank you for asking... I have not seen you around before. I use to be good friends with some of the newsies, and met nearly everyone, but I have never seen you before."
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Post by Natasha on Feb 27, 2010 22:07:52 GMT -5
Natasha shook her head. "I don't have them. If you could fit me then yes that would be great." She recoiled a bit when Ophelia snapped at her, but when she softened Natasha was fine. "I'm new here actually. Just moved a few days ago. I'm looking for my brother and parents, though it's been a few years." Her voice trailed off. She knew somehow her brother was still alive, but part of her said her parents were not.
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Post by Ophelia on Feb 27, 2010 22:15:39 GMT -5
Ophelia looked at her. "I am saying that you are small up top." She said, waving a hand dismissively, but she smiled to show she was joking. "Come on, behind the screen. Just take off your dress, leave the underclothes, and I will measure you." Ophelia reached for her apron, she pulled out a measuring tape, notepad and pencil. She licked the tip of the pencil and stuck it behind her ear. "A few days ago, really? You would not happen to be that Natasha Larson girl, would you? I have been hearing you name on every boy's lips. They are always talking about you... I wonder why. You do not seem to be anything out of the ordinary. Most likely, you are fresh meat. I guess I am useless now..." She sniffed. She didn't mean to be cruel, but she was jealous. "I am sure you will find your brother. I found mine after... what was it? Eight years, I think."
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Post by Chase on Feb 27, 2010 22:39:29 GMT -5
Natasha smiled, seeing that Ophelia was joking. SHe rolled her eyes. "Gee thanks." SHe laughed. She got behind the curtain and got ready to be measured. She nodded. "Yep that's me, but i havn't met anyone really yet. Except for Asher, Sean, and Henri is it? And you of course." She eyed Ophelia again. "I do not think so. You're very pretty." She detected the jelousy in her tone, but dismissed it. "It's been three years for us, but i do hope i find him again." She said, swallowing tears again.
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Post by Ophelia on Feb 27, 2010 22:43:28 GMT -5
Ophelia snorted. "Oh yes, I am pretty. I know that, but..." She bit her lip. "No one likes me because of Eli and because I am pregnant..." She started to cry. She hadn't meant to tell the girl, but she did, and now she was crying. She dropped what she was holding and held her face in her hands. "I am sorry... I-I do not mean t-to cry..." She sobbed.
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Post by Natasha on Feb 27, 2010 23:02:57 GMT -5
Natasha gasped. "Oh no don't cry. It's ok..." She didn't know what to do. This had never happened to her before. No one's actually cried in front of her. Natasha went to pat Ophelia on the shoulder, but stopped. She wasn't sure what to do.
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Post by Ophelia on Feb 27, 2010 23:11:29 GMT -5
Ophelia shook her head and wiped her eyes violently. "No. It is alright. My own stupid fault because I am a slut. At least, that is what everyone says behind my back! And I did not kill Eli, Killer did!" She nearly shouted, she dropped to her knees, the tears coming harder. "First, no one liked me because I was a rich girl, now they don't like me because I saved myself!"
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