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Author Topic: Sight Lines  (Read 69 times)

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Offline Dubhghall Moriarty

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Sight Lines
« on: Jan 01, 18, 02:01:14 PM »
Auditions had been held, and if Dubhghall was being honest, far more people turned up than he ever expected.  At first, he bristled a little bit, as though everyone had come to stomp through his territory, but he soon relaxed.  It took a village to put on a good play, and there was no better village to join than the one he was with.  It was not entirely up to him, of course, it was more up to Epona, and others.  They whittled down the herd of wannabes, into a flock pretty-goods, and further down into a sewing circle of maybes.  It was not until the circle of maybes that Dug had any input at all.  They were casting for their play, and since he had the lead, testing with Dug, in character, would help sift the gold from the silt.

The gold had turned out to be a lovely red head named Merale Reid, she even had solid theater experience, which was more than could have been said about Dug at first.  They had tested well on the stage, though he regretted the fact that Epona would eventually return to running the show rather than treading the boards with him..  She had enough to do, he supposed, but she belonged on the stage, front and center, and not always working behind the scenes.  Dug had taken to the new leading lady, even though she seemed nearly as dramatic as he was.  He was always on, playing a role, and enjoying himself, and it seemed his stage partner was not too terribly different.

Merale would be playing a woman of the Blood, and he thought perhaps she might have some questions about that.  Also, he had found a few things that he needed to return to her.  One bottle of half-spent perfume, it was certainly hers, he recognized the scent.  One whalebone comb, one pewter brush—he was not sure about these two, but certainly she deserved them, she had lovely hair.  Dug found her dressing room, where he assumed she was either going over lines or napping, and knocked politely on the door.  ”It’s Dug, Merale, I’ve found some things of yours, and I wanted to return them, and see if you would like to have lunch or something.”

Offline Merale Reid

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Re: Sight Lines
« Reply #1 on: Jan 01, 18, 02:47:53 PM »
“Hold on, one second.” She called out, a hand pressing to her brow as she surveyed the disarray of her room. One would think the damn stage monkey had gotten in here and wreaked havoc, only it had not, this was all her doing. All over missing objects. No one had been in here, no one but her for the last few days. The rap at the door taking her by surprise she quickly pulled off her robe, crimson hair settling wildly across her shoulders as she considered her reflection with a frown.

Maybe she could even blame this on the monkey.  With a sigh she raked her fingers through her hair quickly enough, feathering bangs away from her brow and licking her lips. “One moment getting dressed!” She called out again, even though he hadn't pressed his impatience or knocked again. Gathering a dress from behind her screen, she pulled it on, a deep royal blue number, simple but complementary to her slim figure but most importantly, warm. Another flash through the mirror to check herself and she take a calming breath before opening the door to her small dressing room and opened the door a crack to peer out at him.  Even outside of the stage he was a handsome specimen, a little strange but otherwise cheerful. Merale smiled and slipped out, trying to obstruct his view into the deplorable state of her dressing area. “Dug, so nice to see you!”  She smiled, her voice though sultry maintained a graininess that came naturally. Hers was not Epona’s strong singing voice, but she knew how to command a stage and work the crowd. Dug had the same characteristics and the scenes performed alongside him had gone over exquisitely.

“Things o' mine?”  She asked, glancing down. A bottle of her perfume, and the missing comb and her brush. “Oh Dug, we must start labeling things for ye.” She sighed, gathering them all up. “I was tearing up my room looking for this.” Her hand grasped the comb, waving it in his face. It had been a gift from her mother long ago. The thought of losing it nearly sent her into a temper. The first week she had been greatly bothered by what she considered were thefts. It was only after Epona explained some of the situation, while still maintaining Dug’s privacy that she began to accept it. As long as the items were returned, and they often were, there was no harm. Still, it didn't mean she was accustomed to finding things missing especially since she had a habit of making to give everything its place.

“Lunch sounds wonderful. Let me put this away.”  A quick spritz of sweet jasmine perfume and the items tucked back away in her room. Smiling, she tugged at her dress, feeling a little less frazzled than before and settling back into her confident state. ”Would you mind if I picked your brain a bit? I have played Blood before, but I really want to get a feel for what its like, maybe even see you use a bit of Craft.” Smiling she drew closer to him, chin lifting. "Ill ask over lunch, no use in bogging you down now. How has your day been?"



Offline Dubhghall Moriarty

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Re: Sight Lines
« Reply #2 on: Jan 01, 18, 05:29:15 PM »
Dug waited patiently beside the door, leaning against the wall.  His head tilted slightly ashe listened to the sounds of movement from within the room.  She called out that she had to get dressed, and he chuckled.  ”I am sure it’ll be worth the wait, lass.  I’m not in a hurry.”  He waited a wee bit more, humming a tune to himself, something being considered for their production, in fact.  His patience was rewarded by the appearance of Merale in a rather pleasant bit of casual attire, elegant without being stuffy, and utterly complimentary to her farm.  She didn’t have to hide the state of her room, his eyes rested on her solely and easily.  ”It is good to be seen, and to see you, of course.”

He nodded at her question, and offered her the items he had somehow gathered into his possession.  Dug smiled when she offered to label things, and took them all, the comb in particular being a cherished item, clearly.  He was glad to have found it.  ”Then it is my pleasure to return that comb to you, if it brings you ay happiness.”  Dug frowned slightly, ”I am sorry I did not find it sooner, if its absence brought you any distress.”  He waited for her to put her things back in her room, and smiled when she agreed with him to lunch. It was only a brief moment more, before she joined him again.  ”You may do whatever you like.  I was hoping we would get to know each other a bit.  The audience must see our chemistry, and I think that will pop a bit more if we become more familiar.”

Dug chuckled and met her eyes as she drew near, ”You would not bog me down.”  He offered her is arm, after a florid stage bow, ”I secured us seats at a local eatery.”  he smirked, ”Nothing fancy, but they have the best Shepherd’s Pie in the territory, if you ask me.  We can talk all you like then, over food and drink.”

Offline Merale Reid

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Re: Sight Lines
« Reply #3 on: Jan 10, 18, 06:30:03 PM »
Dug could be so charming. His smile was infectious creeping up on the lips of others, even the grumpiest of faces. The man had a natural allure that went well beyond his Blood or any Craft he could employ. Nope, Dug’s appeal was in the easy way he went about most things. For example, some would be mortified to return items they had taken unwittingly or not and further admit to it. No, not Dubhghall Moriarty, he didn't even truly accede that he had taken a thing, only that it was found.  It had taken Merale some time to come to terms with this mostly through Epona’s encouragement, but overtime she learned that it was simply a compulsion that the handsome leading man had and it was never done in malice.

That alone was enough to earn him a quick forgiveness, even if it left a touch of lingering frustration. Sometimes it may get ahead of her but he would hopefully tolerate, if not ignore any future outbursts.  Her room could be put to rights when she returned and though she hadn't expected the gentleman caller to invite her to lunch, Merale was always prepared to accept unexpected. “Don't ye worry about it,  though next time I'll be slogging ye over the head with it. Fair warning Dubhghall.”  Though her words offered viable threat, her lips curled into a playful smirk. She did not doubt he was genuinely remorseful for causing her distress but she was never one to let anyone get away with things easily.

Once her dressing room was secured, and locked, she flicked her fingers through her hair and smirked. Tugging down the skirt of her dress she relaxed, taking his offered arm with a darling tilt of her head.  Spending time with him outside of the theatre was not a bad idea. They certainly proved they had the ability to play well off of one another and the audience loved the pairing. Enough so that the play was extended a few extra nights.  The story of ‘Cael and Siobhan’ could be a much greater hit. A challenge she was sure they could both rise to. “I completely agree and better yet we can discuss the play after we have a chance of becoming better acquainted.” Merale liked how he said the word “pop” by adding his own flare and vision behind the word.

Their world was so hectic, even for a small theatre troupe so a pleasant lunch with even better company was welcome, especially if it meant getting away for a little while.  It was only healthy, plus expounding for the ego as their faces were well known. “I know yeve been with Hammer & Anvil for a short time now, but what did ye do before this? Surely with ye learned to glamour the audience somewhere else.”  she asked as they made their way to the restaurant.  Merale  offered a soft, smile to the hostess who motioned them toward their seats.  Once settled, she reviewed the paper menu before deciding to settle on his previous recommendation of shepherds pie.

Offline Dubhghall Moriarty

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Re: Sight Lines
« Reply #4 on: Jan 12, 18, 10:51:43 PM »
Sincere apologies were always best.  Dubhghall knew that he had a problem, and that he was often inflicting it on others that may or may not have the patience for it.  He certainly did not want anyone to be distressed about it, unless he was stealing from a swindling shopkeeper, which was less of an accident.  He just never realized what his hands were doing, and then suddenly his pockets were full of something lost and found.  At least Merale accepted his apology, even if it came with a bit of a threat.  ”I understand, Lass.”  He looked properly chagrined for all of a heartbeat, and the Dug’s bright smile fell back into place.  ”I am glad we took this opportunity to discuss it.  I would not want any of this to reach the stage.”  Which was true, he did not want her to be annoyed with him, which would make other things more difficult.

He waited patiently for her, and offered his arm when she was ready to join him.  Dug nodded at her as she agreed with him.  ”Oh, I hoped that would be your wish as well.  It is good that we both agree.”  He walked along with her smiling, and producing flyers from thin air, placing them advantageously as they went along.  Dug made a lot of the flyers, and his handiwork was so well liked, it had led to drumming up some alternate business for him and Epona.  He was always happy to help, even if it was with calligraphy, not that he considered that before he became a professional maker of cards?  Advertisements?  Whatever it was, it made money.  Dug was always surprised by what people were willing to play for.

The slipped into the eatery, and he took a seat across from her.  The table was small, so it was an intimate setting for a luncheon.  Dug did not look at the menu; he ordered the shepherd’s pie straight off, and good dark stout to go with it.  His eyebrows rose at the question, ”Before?”  He considered how he should answer that question, and then charged ahead like he was describing a year abroad, and not being part of a criminal enterprise.  ”I belonged to a traveling troupe.  Not nearly as well produced, we had little in the way of a budget.”  Dug reached out to touch her hand, and lowered his voice.  Can I trust you to keep this between us?  Epona already knows, of course.”

Offline Merale Reid

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Re: Sight Lines
« Reply #5 on: Jan 16, 18, 10:42:06 PM »
“Please Dug we are professionals. Anyways, I've found that that a little tension off stage isn't necessarily bad for on stage chemistry.”  Merale was naturally flirtatious but it was so easy with Dug whose grin could tie a few knickers up in knots.  She didn't really mean much by it, though it lessen the discomfort in the aftermath of the well deserved threat. For the life of her she couldn't understand Dug’s compulsion with simply taking things, only to forget that he held them in the first place. Usually people who absconded with expensive items tended to hide the fact a lot better than he did.  The comb he took for example was a rather expensive antique and he could have sold it and made some marks at her expense, but he didn't. It made it easier to forgive him.

Blood were not so common, so to see one, even Jewel Less as Dug was conjure slips of paper from thin air filled her with a sense of awe. Just because Mother Night didn't see fit to match him with Jewels didn't make him weak, in fact he was a shark in a pool of fish. Luckily, this was a friendly carnivore, a danger only to shiny objects and shepherd's pie. Merale always thought the Blood had things relatively easy compared to landen. They had gifts just handed to them while landen had to struggle every day just to survive.  For the short time she had known Dubhghall Moriarty he did not give her the impression that he took anything for granted.

“May I see one?” She asked as he stopped from time to time to pin up a flyer for the Hammer & Anvil on another street post. Once a copy was handed to her she reviewed the elegant calligraphy and the drawing just above advertising their next play. The advertisement could have been printed by press, that was how good it was. “Darling, ye have the most artful handwriting. Do ye use a press? If not, we will have to get funds to get ye one. I can imagine playbills in the audience’s hands, advertisements in the back for local businesses. It would be brilliant.” She smiled, knowing he probably thought of that already. “Do we have cards? Business cards?” She asked curious. If she had a stack it would be a good way to network. Though her face and charm were enough to leave her well remembered, it didn't hurt to leave a physical representation behind.

Unfurling her napkin she folded it neatly over her lap. The restaurant wasn't finely furnished, but comfortable and welcoming as with most other pubs in the area. Quaint some called it, but the table was intimate and her company curious, so it worked out. The waitresses and serving staff were unassuming and clean. She smiled as they ordered and quickly had the young lass tending to them grinning from ear to ear. “Red wine, whatever ye have.”  Merale wasn't too picky and while a good ale sounded absolutely delightful she wanted to keep an air of mystique that wouldn't quite correlate with a foam mustache. Questioning his past as broadly as she did was just another way to make conversation, but she instantly knew she had touched upon something he wasn't quick to divulge. There was a noticeable shift in him, something far more guarded than she was used to from the sweet man. His hand brushed her fingertips, leaning forward against the small table. Instinctively she found herself drawing close, fingers warmed by his. “Of course ye can tell me. I won't say a word. I abhor gossip.”  Which was true, Merale could not think of much more distasteful than airing other’s laundry for the world to see. If anyone was going to see her bloomers it was because she pinned them up on the line, not someone who was so bored with their lives that they had to make a mess of someone elses.

Her lips tugged into a soft smile that quickly wilted into a more thoughtful expression. This would be her partner on stage, and he was entrusting her with something important.”Go on.”

 

 

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