Be it The Theatre Royal, The Ceryneian Theatre, or any of the smaller establishments serving to entertain the good people of Bath, here lies the feeling of sanctuary - of focus - and a tremble in the ether as the curtains rise, the music begins. Women touch themselves up - cosmetically - and their features glow and gleam: mouths like scimitars in claret, plum, sienna, smokily shadowed eyes with diamond hints and sapphire glints. Candle flames paint flickering reflections across the crystal chandeliers. Inside a Theatre is something pure, something beyond the Beast, immortalised in story and dance, the hard-won result of all the satirically polite personas, the rehearsals, the strict agents, the money and fame, the spotlights, the sweat, the pain and the blisters, the heartache and a final real catch-of-breath victory. Here is the playground of the performers.
by Mrs K. Saunders » Tue Dec 12, 2017 8:40 pm
Katherine internally rolls her eyes, really can’t a boy take a hint?
(Jack? You know I am not sure he deserves to eat. No .... no I am giving the bracelet back.)
Looking down on Thomas she says shakily, continuing to act the victim.
“No.. i was fooling myself that someone of the theatre, a mere boy, could possibly be an appropriate suitor. I am sorry but you and I are of different worlds. Upstairs and downstairs should never mix.”
She drops the bracelet on the floor in front of him and walks to door of the parlour. She pretends to sob throughout.
Neonate Katherine Saunders (Jackdaw) Clan Malkavian.
Childe and Wife of the Malkavian Whip, Elder Jackdaw. Favoured of Elder Lady Valeria Fortisque (Primogen of Clan Malkavian)
OOC: Tam Lewis (
tamasine.lewis@gmail.com)
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by Christine Daye » Tue Dec 12, 2017 8:43 pm
Thomas gets to his feet quickly.
"Please, Mrs Saunders, please wait! Tell me what I can do to earn your forgiveness! Please! Give me a second chance! I will do anything for you! Anything!! For without you my life is unbearable!"
He chokes back a sob, reaching out for her in anguish.
Christine Daye - Malkavian neonate, harper and mezzo-soprano
Courteous, Acclaimed
Favoured by Antigone, Ashwin Major
Last night she came to me, my dead love came in((OOC - Sarah Callaghan,
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by Mrs K. Saunders » Tue Dec 12, 2017 8:59 pm
Katherine stops with her back still turned to Thomas. She shakes her head. Her voice becoming harsher.
“There is nothing you can do. You and I are simply not meant to be. Tonight has shown me that. Please be kind as to ensure that whenever I come to visit Miss Daye, you keep from my sight.”
She opens the door and pauses.
“Goodbye Mr... whomever you are.”
Then she slams it behind her.
Neonate Katherine Saunders (Jackdaw) Clan Malkavian.
Childe and Wife of the Malkavian Whip, Elder Jackdaw. Favoured of Elder Lady Valeria Fortisque (Primogen of Clan Malkavian)
OOC: Tam Lewis (
tamasine.lewis@gmail.com)
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