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Post by Chris Strongheart on Nov 30, 2005 12:15:36 GMT -5
OOC: Where Christine works when she's not attending Red Fountain
Christine slipped inside the club and headed for her changing room. She glanced upwards and let out a small groan. Her boss was being cute - again. "Mistletoe," she muttered dryly. "Thank you for reminding me that the Christmas season is upon us. And so help me, if I have to work - I will kill something."
She was just grateful that none of her teammates knew about this place. She'd never hear the end of it - nor would she be able to work there again, mainly since the boys would flock there and there'd be a whole mess. Oi.
She froze a moment when she saw the bouquet of red roses sitting on her dresser. "Roses?" she asked herself. "Who the devil sent me roses?" She walked over and picked the bouquet up, sniffing the flowers. "Such a lovely scent."
She plucked one from the bouquet and pinned in her hair. "Things should be interesting..."
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Dec 4, 2005 10:10:40 GMT -5
Christine stepped onto the stage, her cream dress clinging to her frame. Several locks of gold, rose and lavander were scattered through her hair, all natural, and all proclaiming of her father's side of the family.
"When the night is still and the sea is calm - lonely shadow you fall upon me - lay by my side fear not tonight - lonely shadow you'll find a new light... Dream a dream and see through angels eyes - a place where we can fly away - Ride with me upon a shining star - above the moonlit sky we will find elysium... Hear the nightingale sing a lullaby - lonely shadow you'll find a new light - Dawn will be kind all will be bright - lonely shadow rise from the darkness... Dream a dream and see through angels eyes - a place where we can fly away - Ride with me upon a shining star - above the moonlit sky - Dream a dream and see through angels eyes - a place where we can fly away - Dream a dream and see through angels eyes - a place where we can fly away - Elysium - Elysium..."
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Post by Musa on Dec 12, 2005 14:15:27 GMT -5
Musa was feeling a bit alone, bored and unsure of what to do, even though she didn't showed it. At least the alone and unsure of what to do part.
The first days at Alfea were quite busy and confusing ones, but then, that was Alfea.
Her friends were full of issues too. The faery felt that she needed to go somehwere and relax, maybe even alone, if she didn't found anyone to with her, and after walking a bit in town, Musa found a club. Maybe it had good music in there, and she could have a fine time.
Maybe even one of her friends had a simillar idea, or she could get to know new people.
Musa sat on chair, and looked at the singer. She looked very, very familiar. Could it be the singer from the party?
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Dec 12, 2005 14:39:21 GMT -5
Christine gave a quick twirl in place. "This is going out to all the ladies," she called out over the microphone. She grinned and bobbed her head a bit.
"You're the one and only you, Express it any way you want, Style the way you feel inside, And rock this world, Daring to be different, 'Cause you don't wanna be the same, You're totally unique, An independent girl.... Show yourself, As you really are, You gotta.... Stand out, be proud, Time for you to shine, You're special, beautiful, You're one of a kind, You stand out from the crowd, Everybody knows, Individual, original, And it really shows, 'Cause you stand out....
Funky fashion, get reaction, You know how to be yourself, Own it, 'cause you know it, When it's feeling right, Confident inside your heart, You know exactly who you are, Go ahead and do your thing, The way you like.... Show yourself, You know you're a star, You gotta.... Stand out, be proud, Time for you to shine, You're special, beautiful, You're one of a kind, You stand out from the crowd, Everybody knows, Individual, original, And it really shows....
There could never be another you, You're like nobody else, A style that's all your very own, Be happy with yourself, Because you stand out, be proud.... Dress the part of how you feel, Be the one you know is real, 'Cause you're perfect just the way you are, Stand out, stand out, Don't you know you really gotta.... Stand out, be proud, Time for you to shine, You're special, beautiful, You're one of a kind, You stand out from the crowd, Everybody knows, Individual, original, And it really shows, There could never be another you, You're like nobody else, A style that's all your very own, Be happy with yourself....
Stand out, be proud, Stand out from the crowd, Stand out, be proud, Stand out from the crowd, Stand out, be proud, Stand out from the crowd, Stand out, be proud, Stand out from the crowd...."
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Post by doyne on Dec 21, 2005 20:37:23 GMT -5
"Christine? Do you well, take requests? And if you do, could you play a song for someone misunderstood? Anything that comes to your mind."
Doyne sat back in her chair. If she had been any less brash, she'd think herself an idiot for asking.
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Post by Musa on Dec 23, 2005 6:49:32 GMT -5
Musa sighed, and looked at the girl wearing glasses. She looked a bit familiar. Well, she looked very familiar. Musa was still on her chair, on her table, listening to the music. She was considering talking to the girl, to check if she was the person that Musa was thinking that she was.
OOC:My Muse is dead. Gone. But I felt that I needed RP a little.
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