Rene, standing nearby with folded arms, suddenly smirked. "Oh, we can't? Why can't we?"

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Annalett ran through the wood, tripping once and falling and getting her dress even more dirty. Another time a branch ripped her sleeve, and cut her arm. Up ahead, now, she saw a light, maybe from a fire, but she was still too far to here the music...

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(}--{)Imagination Inspires Ideas -Zandain(}--{)
Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

"Because I said so!" She pouted then began to laugh, shaking her head causing golden curls to fall about her sunkissed skin.

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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

"Well..if you put it that way.." Rene said, smirking still. "I still think I'll just watch."

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"You're loss..." Evelyn bowed her head to Rene before eyes shut and her body was lost in a graceful dance, her dress, hair, and the sound of bells matching the rhythm in an almost preternatural way

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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

(thanks meldawen!)

Therese sat in a bright red covered wagon that had settled on the edge of the woods. Her long curls were pulled out of her face with a dark purple scarf and she was clad in green, blue, and violet. As she shuffled her bare feet underneath a small wooden table, the bells on her anklet lightly tinkled. Her emerald eyes stared down at the tarot cards placed in front of her. They leered at her and she glared at them. The flimsy cards seemed to mock her with the way they would not arrange properly. With a huff, she picked them up and reshuffled them.

Dashiell sat in the tree above the wagon. He quietly played a little tune on his cherrywood flute. The band of gypsies he traveled with was small. When they had first adopted the twins, they had flourished. But now many of them had either died or been imprisoned. He watched them sadly wondering how they were going to survive with some many of their cast gone. Therese and him made most of the income now but some coins a day hardly could fed ten starving gypsies.

(they are not part of the Rene's group yet)

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Belle was not so graceful as Evelyn but her movements were decisive and quick and she moved like one of the flickering flames behind her, faster and faster until she was almost a blur. Bells tinkled around her ankles and her brightly colored skirts whirled, made vibrant and bold by the firelight.

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[well i am off to bed, i am loving this rp so far xD night all]

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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

(Lol, I'm enjoying it just as much. Night!)

Mirielle, in contrast, moved both gracefully and swift, her vibrant skirts just a whirl of color as she moved around the fire, whilst still playing the tambourine in her hand.

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Dashiell put his flute down and stared into the darkness. However his pensive state was disturbed by the faint melody in the distance. His frow burrowed and he turned, deciding the music was coming from behind him. He began to climb up into the tree until he could see the tops of the trees. A few ways off, there was a small light and you could see distinct smoke.

"Therese!" he called. After a few moments he called again. "Therese!"

She ignored her brother's first call. But the second time, she threw down her cards in irratation and stood. She strode out of the wagon and looked up into the tree. "What?" she called in an annoyed tone.

"Come," he said, beckoning her with his hands.

With a huff of irratation, she grabbed the lowest tree branch and swung into the tree. She began to scale up to him, her skirts creating a bit of difficulty. Finally, she reached him.

"Look," he said, pointing towards the fire. "They might be travellers. It's an easy raid."
"I didn't know we've been demoted to stealing."
"C'mon Therese. We're starving and we've stolen before."
"Fine," she said. "But only us. The others will be to loud and what if it's not simply travellers?" She began to climb down. "It's stealing that gives us a bad name," she muttered. He rolled his eyes but smirked and started down after her.

Therese started making her way toward the general direction of whatever it was they were going towards. She let the music be her guide. It gradually became louder. The fire was now visible but the twins were a good 100 feet away. "Stop," said Therese halting her brother. She listened to the music for a moment and from the small whoops and talking she could hear. "Those aren't travellers."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. Those are definetely Roma."

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Belle stopped her whirling and fell inot a sitting position, her pale cheeks flushed and rosy and her new bells tinkling merrily. "Oh, thank you, Car!" she said rapturously, throwing her arms around his neck. "I love them!"

He grinned. "I thought you might."

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Mirielle spun round and round and round until she could spin no more, then collapsed, laughing breathlessly, near the fire, dropping her tambourine to the ground with a clatter.

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(thought you guys might want to see the pic I drew of Therese's dress. Her face isn't good so ignore it but I like the dress.
http://i14.tinypic.com/4hrfoch.jpg)

"We can't steal from them," said Therese. "But we can pay them a visit." She began to walk up the hill toward the fire, Dashiell quietly following behind. "Holla ho friends," she called from the shadows of the trees. She didn't not reveal her position however. Not all gypsies were friendly.

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(Very nice!)

All activity in the camp lessened at this call, and Mirielle, Rene, Andre, and Blaise all four looked in the direction of the voice.

"Hail, friend or foe?" Rene called, friendly enough, but was gripping a dagger beneath the cloth of his garish coat.

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"Friend of course. Only a fool would approach a foe," said Therese. In the background, Dashiell gave one of the many bird calls familliar to gypsies.
She stepped out of the shadows. "Or at least I hope I am a friend but that may change for I know not what I am to you."

(thanks)

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Releasing the hilt of the dagger beneath his coat, Rene spread his arms in the welcoming gesture of a leader of such a troupe as this. "You are a friend, unless and until you give us reason to think otherwise. And until then, be welcome to our fireside."

That completed the common 'ceremony', and the music was struck up again.

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