"Would - would you play, when you are finished eating?" came a very small, timid voice. Belle looked longingly at the viol, twisting the fabric of her dress as she stood, having come from her place on the other side of the fire. "I would so like to hear it."

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Evelyn smiled at Belle who had comed to join them and decided to introduce a fellow gypsy with a new friend.

"Belle this is Eponine, she is cold and hungry so let her rest first. Maybe then she would play for us... Eponine this is Belle; a dancer like me"

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The waves that C R A S H E D upon
The R O C K S that you were trying to step along

And in my head I heard them play a S O N G

"Ah, new blood in the troupe, how interesting." said a voice across the fire.

"Muchly-needed new blood." said another voice, this one sounding clearly amused. The source of the voices was the twins Andre and Blaise.

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Belle nodded and sat down, curling her bare feet under her. She gave Eponine the ghost of a smile. "I do dance, but Mirielle is much better than me." This was delivered with a small shrug. The fire gleamed on Belle's black hair, which curled over her shoulders and emphasized her very pale skin. "I hope to be as good as she is, someday."

Hearing the twins' remarks, she gave a shy laugh, and looked curiously at Andre and Blaise, saying nothing. She didn't know them well enough.

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Evelyn shook her head and went about introducing the twin's as well. Evelyn pointed out each twin by their names and introduced Eponine to them.

"Be nice, she is new!" Evelyn was one of the older ones there, at the age of 23 she had been a dancer for most of her life and traveled just as long with the bands of gypsies

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The waves that C R A S H E D upon
The R O C K S that you were trying to step along

And in my head I heard them play a S O N G

"We are nice!" Blaise said indignantly.

"Yes, when we feel like it!" echoed Andre, smirking.

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(I'll join)

Name: Therese
Nicknames: Essa, Ther
Age: 17
Gender: female
Appearance: long, curly dark blonde hair with bright green eyes. Tall, slender, and beautiful but she does not think so.

Personality: Therese is very cunning and creative. She is into the arts and it is how she earns money. She tends to be hot-tempered and is known for her sarcasm, and occasional harshness. She is also known for getting into squabbles and fist fights. On the outside, she is tough and fearless but inside she is very sensitive and worries.

History: Nothing is known about Therese's birth or parentage. She was found wandering about the streets of Paris by some gypsies with her twin brother at the age of nine. They had no memory of their parents and lived in the Paris catacombs, stealing food to live. The gypsies were a group of street performers and they took them in. This particular group would put on small plays, dance, sing, and play instruments. Therese began as a simple helper. She'd cook meals, clean, and help with performances by taking care of props and such. As she grew older, she became one of their performers and she regularily dances, sings, and acts on street corners. She also is now the apprentice to one of their fortune tellers.

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Name: Dashiell
Nicknames: Dash
Age: 17
Gender: male
Appearance: wavy dark brown hair with bright green eyes. He is also tall with a slim, muscular build.

Personality: Dashiell is a quiet, silent type. He is not shy but often he just doesn't have anything to say. He is very sensible and opinionated but usually keeps his comments to himself after seeing how much trouble Therese gets into.

History: The same as his twin but instead of being one of the main performers, Dashiell plays a wooden flute and deals horses. But his main job is navigating through the catacombs to deliver messages, steal food, or simply hide the gypsies.

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"Which isn't often" Eve laughed and shook her head before pulling her hood down exposing long golden curls which fell over one shoulder, held back by some white clothe.

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The waves that C R A S H E D upon
The R O C K S that you were trying to step along

And in my head I heard them play a S O N G

"Isn't that the truth." said Rene, coming up behind the twins and standing over them. "More like parrots than anything, actually. You'll get used to them after a while, either that or learn to ignore them." he said, directing this at Eponine.

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Belle grinned, one corner of her mouth lifting impishly. "They are rather like parrots, aren't they?" she said with a small laugh. "I never thought of it that way."

((Welcome to the RP Falathiel ))

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At this, the twins indignantly argued that they weren't parrots, before getting up from the fire and going off to do something else, in their words. As they left, Rene couldn't help but laugh.

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Annalett finnished the painting, and came out of the trance. What she had painted, now scared her.(I will not reveal what was on the painting)

Annalett's blue dress was blotched with paint, as was her hair and face. Tenderly, Annalett wiped off paint from a bruised cheek she had recieved that day from her father. With the pain from the tender bruise, Annalett stood and put on her cloak and boots. Jumping out of the window of her room, she had one thing on her mind, she was going to run away...

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

Evelyn took some soup that was offered to her before standing and moving towards the fire, her face alight with life and her dress dancing with the firelight. The small bells around her feet clinking slightly as she moved.

"Come now! Let's dance..."

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The waves that C R A S H E D upon
The R O C K S that you were trying to step along

And in my head I heard them play a S O N G

"Did someone say dance?" asked Mirielle brightly, looking up from her soup bowl. Standing, she straightened her vivid purple and red skirts, then walked towards the fire, tambourine in hand.

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Belle got hesitantly to her feet, her black eyes alight but still shy.

Carlos' hand on her back pushed her forward. "Go, dance," he whispered, eyes dancing in the firelight. "You know you want to." He pressed a set of small bells, like Evelyn's, into her hands. "Bells for Belle - go dance, Kitten!"

Belle looked down at the small silver anklets, tinkling softly, and grinned. "Just for you," she whispered, and fastened them on.

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"C'mon guys, you can't let us girls do all the dancing..." She grinned though already moving to the sound of their own music. Mirelle's tambourine and her and Belles bells tinkling softly in unison creating a soft melodic sound.

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The waves that C R A S H E D upon
The R O C K S that you were trying to step along

And in my head I heard them play a S O N G