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Post by Jack on Jun 8, 2008 13:13:50 GMT -5
Jack bowed his head in silent thanks, his lips turning up in a smile. "The details are what makes the costume interesting. And I wouldn't do it justice if I didn't have the little things," his hand came up and fingered a string of beads. It had been a nightmare to get his hair to do what he wanted it to do. "The details will make or break the outfit."
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Post by Marie on Jun 8, 2008 13:17:38 GMT -5
Marie had been walking through the gardens for only a few moments before she heard the low murmur of voices. She had left the heat of the dance floor, preferring the scent of roses to that of a large crowd. She smiled as she caught their last words. "Even peacocks turn into sparrows next to swans" she said as she swept into their presence. She curtsied deeply to them, abiding by proper decorum. "Good evening gentleman, I hope you do not mind my interrupting. I satisfied my physical desire on the dance floor for the moment, and now my mind yearns to be exercised." she said, turning between the two to look at their costumes. She smiled, she knew how good she looked, her low cut corset and tiny waist accentuated her natural curves and the long blond hair of Marie fell in soft curls around her face.
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Post by The Gilded Raven on Jun 8, 2008 13:28:43 GMT -5
The Raven's cape fluttered, face straightened into one last unreadable look at Jack before turning to the newcomer. "Do you count yourself among the swans, then?" It was a loaded question, to be sure. The Raven's eyes gleamed in anticipation of the reply.
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Post by Marie on Jun 8, 2008 13:33:33 GMT -5
Marie thought for a moment, before turning her attention fully to the man who had asked the question. "Swans were named as such by men, they could have easily been called ducks or geese. Therefore only men would recognise a swan." she said carefully, her eyes meeting his, holding laughter and frivolity. She smiled at him, showing that tonight she was in no mood to quarrel, only to enjoy herself and have an unforgettable evening.
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Post by Jack on Jun 8, 2008 13:39:25 GMT -5
Jack put on a face, falling naturally into the mask, and hid his aggravation at being interrupted. He crossed his arms again, tugging absentmindedly at a sleeve that had worked its way up before tucking his arms against his chest. He looked over at the girl, "To some swans seem regal, I've always seen them as pompous. They've been told they were beautiful for so long it's gotten to their heads." The light in his eyes could be read as either a tease or a jibe, however the person chose to read it.
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Post by The Gilded Raven on Jun 8, 2008 13:45:38 GMT -5
The Raven's eyes had caught on the subtle, almost unnoticeable motion of Jack's hand against his sleeve, and widened imperceptibly before rising to his face. The momentary shock was enough to hold his tongue from any immediate reply, though the Raven's gaze did swing back to the girl who had joined them. "A raven would not know to recognize a swan," the soft, androgenous voice said. "A raven knows only ravens, and all others must label themselves."
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Post by Marie on Jun 8, 2008 13:50:40 GMT -5
 Marie inclined her head to the pirate, it was hard to argue with that reasoning. As she looked up at him she saw the light in his eyes ands he smiled. "It had a very long way to travel then as their necks were so long." she said lightly, brushing a curl out of the way. "My name is Marie tonight, your names are all I ask for, then I shall leave you in peace if you wish it. A sparrow may feel dowdy and I wouldn't want to ruffle his feathers." Marie said softly, glancing at who she recognised as Captain Jack Sparrow from under her lashes, a smile on her lips. |
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Post by Jack on Jun 8, 2008 13:56:49 GMT -5
Jack kept a pleasant smile on his face though his eyes went cold. "It seems as though you already know mine, Marie." The first thought through his mind when she said her name was Marie Antoinette, a morbid thought, considering her death, the name famous enough for even the pureblood to know. He watched her for a minute more before looking away, silently dismissing her as he looked into a rose bush.
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Post by The Gilded Raven on Jun 8, 2008 14:03:25 GMT -5
The term ruffled feathers sent a corresponding ruffle of the Raven's cape while wathing that brief exchange. "The Gilded Raven," that soft voice said, the slight tilt of the feathered headdress sending it bobbing, undulating in the light breeze.
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Post by Jack on Jun 8, 2008 14:33:56 GMT -5
Jack looked over at the Raven, silently saying that he could follow, and turned to walk down a side path, his arms still crossed tightly over his chest. "Rude people," he murmured to himself, "Swans," he snorted. "Full of herself." He took a deep, calming breath and glanced around for the Raven.
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Post by The Gilded Raven on Jun 8, 2008 14:38:51 GMT -5
The Raven had given Marie one last look, one last incline of the head in parting, then, with a light swish of the cape, had turned down the side path. The Raven was beside Jack when he looked up from his low complaints. "Maybe she was desperate for company. A lot of people can't seem to help gravitating toward others." The Raven looked at Jack curiously, wondering if that brief moment had been nothing, wondering if it had been the product of an overactive imagination.
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Post by Jack on Jun 8, 2008 14:48:00 GMT -5
"Desperate is putting it lightly," Jack said, looking up at the Raven. "I don't generally enjoy being interrupted, especially when there are so many people inside waiting for someone to talk to or dance with." He raised an eyebrow, his eyes showing his distaste. "Or maybe I'm just easily aggravated," he said, looking in front of him again.
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Post by Marie on Jun 8, 2008 14:49:05 GMT -5
Marie curtsied as the Gilded Raven introduced himself and she just smiled to herself as they walked off as she caught the odd mutterings of a disgruntled pirate. She turned in seek of better company.
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Post by The Gilded Raven on Jun 8, 2008 14:56:51 GMT -5
"The gardens aren't the usual place for groups to gather," the Raven said, the words both an agreement with Jack and a light reaching out of curiosity. The Raven looked at Jack, wondering, but unwilling to simply announce the thoughts behind the mask. "I can see quiet meetings in the garden, private conversations..."
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Post by Jack on Jun 8, 2008 15:04:47 GMT -5
Jack nodded, "Yes, it's a good place for a secret talks, peaceful. A quiet place to sort out thoughts." Exactly what he had been doing before the mysterious Raven had showed up. He brought his eyes back to the figure beside him to look for clues, only to find that the Raven was doing the same thing. "I'm glad they chose to have the gardens, the outdoors has always been an escape for me."
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