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 Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2011 7:27 pm
 xxxxxxxxxx~ T h e - M a s k - a n d - M i r r o r - T h e a t e r ~ The Fey had wandered off to fall asleep on one of the couches that were scatter around the lobby. That was a plus, now he could slip back though the halls and get to work in the shop. He closed his tool box and crept silently threw the hall that led into the house. He was almost past when something caught his shins and CRASH! He hit the ground hard, his tool box tumbled loudly a couple yards and he found himself tangle up with a fey lady. He hadn't ever seen her! It was dark though and she had apparently been on the ground.
"OH! I'm so sorry Ma'am. Are you all right? Sorry."
The kid frantically scooted away from her only to have to kneel and walk on his knees back over to her side. He tried to help her up but was afraid to touch her if she was hurt or something.
"I didn't mean to, it was dark and- I'm so sorry!"
Jewel got up and straightened his sweater, pushing his glasses up his nose. His cheeks were burning reed from embarrassment. Please let her just forgive him and move on!!! It was getting late and he wanted them all to go home soon so that he could get some sleep. If one of the fairies walked in to him snoozing on their greenroom sofa who knows what they would do.
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2011 10:29 am
.:The . Mask . And . Mirror . Theatre:. Disturb not the leaves of silence... Caught in the entrancing movements of the actors upon the stage, Ophelia remained oblivious to Dria Hollowcourt's presence, although she could feel a change come over the atmosphere where she stood. She couldn't really describe it as the feeling of being watched, because she had no idea that there was another being in her vicinity... she was hopelessly lost in her own fantasies of the unachievable freedom that was the stage of the Mask and Mirror Theatre.
Everything... so wonderful and bright... I wonder what it would be like to be someone else, just for a moment, to not have to be what the Queen wants me to be, to finally be liberated from her unbearable grasp... she thought, the crystals underneath her eyes sparkling like priceless jewels against the violet powder...
Speaking of jewels.
In her absent-minded watch, Ophelia had stretched out her leg a bit too far to the left, and her foot grazed the shin of the young man as he attempted to pass her. His tools clattered to the ground and Ophelia gasped as she fell backwards, right into the young man that Nixie had been teasing a few moments earlier. In a flurry of arms and legs, the two tumbled headlong into the light.
As much as she scrambled to conceal herself, Ophelia found that she hadn't the coordination to pull up and run in the graceful manner that she would have preferred. Instead, she was forced to settle for the default action of hiding as best she could in the shadows.
Ophelia didn't answer when Jewel asked her if she was alright, but silently accepted his apology, although she shyed away from his extended hand.
"Please..." she whispered, her voice high-pitched and frightened as she stood, pressing herself against the dark wall. "The fault, 'twas mine. Think not on my presence, young man. Forget thine eyes ever set themselves upon me, for my presence is not favorable to those who are meant to know my about-goings. I beseech thee, continue on thine way and let me to watch this wondrous spectacle in nameless obscurity..."
A small sliver of light shone out from the fallen curtains, illuminating just the ends of her hair so that the white fell over her shoulders like snow. Her eyes glistened with tears of humiliation at being caught, and she hoped he would heed her advice and not breathe a word about her presence.... for in their docility, they demand a price.
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2011 8:28 pm
~The Mask and Mirror~ Dria tilted her head to the side, watching curiously as the comedic disaster took place. Fae and Human went tumbling together across the floor, the limited light reflecting off her pale hair and his now crooked glasses. While she had been studying the other, Dria had heard the human boy approach, but she hadn't expected something quite so entertaining to happen when the two collided in the shadows.
She stood silently behind the curtains edge, peeking only half of her face out to watch what would happen next. Would he alert the others of the pale Fae's presence? Or would he heed her whispered request to keep silent on the matter...even though most of the theater probably heard the racket the tool box and its contents made clattering to the floor. The girl looked...familiar...she couldn't quite place her though. Dria frowned, shoving away an unwanted inkling from her past life in the darkest circles of the Winter Court.
Never again...she thought.
She crouched low behind the safety of the curtain seperating the door to the hall and the lobby, quietly snaking out a small hand to capture a tiny, glittering screw that had rolled from the box of trinkets. It felt uncomfortable between her fingers, like an insect buzzing with displeasure at being gripped in such a way...but it was shiny....
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