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Post by Isolde Moore on Feb 22, 2008 18:43:17 GMT
"Phew," she laughed, "Yes, well hand-eye is alright but I would advise you to stay well back from me with a sword,"
she puicked up and rumaged in her bag pushing her Irish Dancing uniform to one side and finally finding a bottle of water.
"It's a bit warm in here, isn't it?"
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Post by Madeleine Baudelaire&Russ Ford on Feb 24, 2008 20:41:49 GMT
"It's the fire," Madeleine said, glancing at the crackling ochre again. "I could blow it out, but I'm not sure that the others would thank me, it's only just warmed up properly."
To be honest, she didn't find it that warm. Then again, she was too wrapped up in her mental checklist of things to panic about to even notice...
At least meeting Isolde could be checked off now.
"What part of Ireland are you from?" she asked. Isolde's accent - to her, anyway, was rather obvious. Maybe that's just because for a lot of the day, she was surrounded by it.
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Post by Isolde Moore on Feb 24, 2008 20:48:50 GMT
"I come from Termonfeckin, County Louth," she replied easily.
"It's nice...green and wet but...home," she said.
"You?"
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Post by Madeleine Baudelaire&Russ Ford on Feb 24, 2008 20:51:50 GMT
ooc: Lol, I have pictures of the sign for there!!!
Madeleine hid a smirk at the name. Termonfeckin?
You can't make this stuff up...
"Oh, around the place," she said, resorting to her usual half-truth. "All over, really, we moved a lot."
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Post by Isolde Moore on Feb 24, 2008 20:57:41 GMT
Isolde stared into her own world again to make sure everything was in order and were it was supposed to be.
"Cool, have you been to Ireland yet?" she asked quite interested and also to see if her next question was going to be a yes or a no.
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Post by Madeleine Baudelaire&Russ Ford on Feb 24, 2008 21:03:14 GMT
Madeleine shook her head. "No, it's somewhere I'd love to go to, though. My fiancé is from Ireland, though, hopefully I'll get to go soon."
She liked the sound of Ireland - and of course, it'd be brilliant to be surrounded by that accent. She'd heard many accents, and yet the Irish had always been her favourite.
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Post by Isolde Moore on Feb 24, 2008 21:10:33 GMT
Well she guessed the answer would be a no then.
"So then I take it you've never seen Irish Dancing before?" she gazed at the fire intensely.
She made a hand movement making the air around her only, become a bit cold.
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Post by Madeleine Baudelaire&Russ Ford on Feb 25, 2008 17:37:02 GMT
Em... maybe that wasn't a story to tell...
"Well, I've seen a .... drunken exhibit of Irish dancing..."
Forget Billy Elliot, watching a guy doing Irish dancing was so much better. And under the influence... well...
"But that probably wasn't the best example," she laughed. "My brother's girlfriend made me watch some of the Riverdance on Youtube... so... no, I haven't really. I'm not a huge fan of dancing. I like my way of music appreciation better."
No, not singing it - although, she enjoyed listening to people sing. It was the guitar. Madeleine could easily lose herself in playing the guitar, just letting her fingers fly over the frets, without even thinking about it. Her mind could just think about anything, or nothing at all, and her fingers would just... move. It was something that she just did, that, although he had taught her guitar, Shaun had never been able to do.
Pretty much the only thing that she could do and he couldn't.
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Post by Isolde Moore on Mar 5, 2008 16:31:57 GMT
Isolde's face kept blank but surprised was full in her eyes.
"That's unfortunate, I love it," she laughed.
"You have to see it sometime. When you go to Ireland you should try to see if a show is on," she her smile was mild now as she thought about her team.
She melted some of her bottle and fiddled about with it. Reshaping, stretching, curling, twisting it about and other.
"So what music do you listen to?"
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Post by Madeleine Baudelaire&Russ Ford on Mar 5, 2008 19:31:47 GMT
Madeleine frowned at the sudden switch in subject.
As she answered, she scribbled down a couple of ideas for training in her book.
"Anything decent," she said. "Usually not things 'enhanced' by some 'ootz ootz ootz', almost always never a pop boy band, and never the Cheeky Girls. Other than that, pretty much anything good. You?"
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Post by Isolde Moore on Mar 5, 2008 19:41:20 GMT
"I'm the same with the 'enhanced' thing but I'm game for anything else. I'm more for classical or slow flowing songs...especially Irish and I quite like the Scottish music too, though it's a little harder to dance too," she frowned at the thought.
She had tried it once before...never again.
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Post by Madeleine Baudelaire&Russ Ford on Mar 5, 2008 20:10:25 GMT
"I love to play classical pieces," Madeleine mused, "Because they don't need words to express emotion. The music says it all."
Debussy, Beethoven, Schubert, Mozart, Madeleine loved them all. Of course, very few of them wrote any songs that could be played on guitar (though Madeleine had learned to play Debussy's Clair De Lune on her Nana's piano). A favourite of hers was Andres Segovia, whose pieces she concentrated on when it came to classical playing.
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Post by Isolde Moore on Mar 5, 2008 20:24:27 GMT
Isolde picked up on what she just said.
"Oh, what instrument do you play?2 she asked interested now.
She wanted to see if she could learn how to lay her favourite instrument of someone.
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Post by Madeleine Baudelaire&Russ Ford on Mar 12, 2008 16:55:25 GMT
"The guitar," Madeleine said, setting aside her pen and paper. "Do you play an instrument?"
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Post by Isolde Moore on Mar 12, 2008 20:40:04 GMT
"Cool! No, I would love to though but playing instruments does not come to me easily. I do, on the other hand, do Irish Dancing....I'm actually in the group in the Irish Dancing League," her cheeks burned a tiny bit as she said this.
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