Post by phantasmagoria on Jul 18, 2005 19:28:50 GMT
"No."
"Yes."
"Fine." Jim stated resolutely, handing over the precious paper to the pale woman through the window. As Jim followed the great corridors, meant for audiences to travel in en masse, he could hear the opera already beginning in the auditorium close by. It was a soft, distant, but clear and beautiful sound, as if it would come from a trapped angel in an approaching dungeon the knight was earnestly trying to get to.
When finally inside the auditorium, awkwardly perching on its outer rim like the most terrible of intruders, Jim found that his face automatically took on an overdramatic smile, that hoped with all its might it would be presentable to any nosy audience members who just might look back and frown upon his late entrance. With head slightly bowed, and his steps as slow and light as the darkened carpet could allow, he slipped into the seat fortunately placed next to the aisle, on the right of his new girlfriend, Magdeline.
Yes, he knew it was a strange name. But he felt there was an unecessary shortage of strange, ugly names, and that he would have to carry out his duties of uplifting the few and going against the masses. Besides, Magdeline was a queen in her own right, with amber hair that twirled like thick brush strokes gone curly, and fantastically blue eyes (to match his own) fashioned, with precision, on her Italian-crafted face.
Jim instantly recognized the song "Queen of the Night Aria" by Mozart. It was a good one - one that Jim could proudly say he knew of. So Jim Doyle began responding to the concerned side glances of Magdeline by gracefully endowing her with a long, soft kiss. But Magdeline's response was a minute but haughty flip of the hand, and then a slight gesture of, "Oh well. No hard feelings. Let's just enjoy the show." And the gesture said precisely that - all three statements, in that order - and Jim was more than glad to hear it, instead of that haughty gesture and then nothing more.
"Yes."
"Fine." Jim stated resolutely, handing over the precious paper to the pale woman through the window. As Jim followed the great corridors, meant for audiences to travel in en masse, he could hear the opera already beginning in the auditorium close by. It was a soft, distant, but clear and beautiful sound, as if it would come from a trapped angel in an approaching dungeon the knight was earnestly trying to get to.
When finally inside the auditorium, awkwardly perching on its outer rim like the most terrible of intruders, Jim found that his face automatically took on an overdramatic smile, that hoped with all its might it would be presentable to any nosy audience members who just might look back and frown upon his late entrance. With head slightly bowed, and his steps as slow and light as the darkened carpet could allow, he slipped into the seat fortunately placed next to the aisle, on the right of his new girlfriend, Magdeline.
Yes, he knew it was a strange name. But he felt there was an unecessary shortage of strange, ugly names, and that he would have to carry out his duties of uplifting the few and going against the masses. Besides, Magdeline was a queen in her own right, with amber hair that twirled like thick brush strokes gone curly, and fantastically blue eyes (to match his own) fashioned, with precision, on her Italian-crafted face.
Jim instantly recognized the song "Queen of the Night Aria" by Mozart. It was a good one - one that Jim could proudly say he knew of. So Jim Doyle began responding to the concerned side glances of Magdeline by gracefully endowing her with a long, soft kiss. But Magdeline's response was a minute but haughty flip of the hand, and then a slight gesture of, "Oh well. No hard feelings. Let's just enjoy the show." And the gesture said precisely that - all three statements, in that order - and Jim was more than glad to hear it, instead of that haughty gesture and then nothing more.
