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Post by Aria Marcello on Jun 12, 2017 22:34:28 GMT -6
Aria walked into the dance studio that was located in the east corridors of the Marcello Mansion. It was placed in the mansion when Charlotte and her both started to dance their best. Korso didn't place it in until he knew the girls like dancing. Of course Charlotte ended up liking dance more than her, but it didn't mean Aria didn't like to dance every now and then. She was wearing a pink dress that had roses on it's belt. It was a simple and flowly dress which was perfect for dancing. And on her feet were a nude type of ballet shoes. Cause unlike Charlotte, Aria never went for the practice in pointe. She didn't like the idea of pointe, it freaked her out a bit too much. Aria stretched before she turned some music on and started to sway to some songs. Trying to get herself into the mood. She was a bit stressed out today. Her father had sent another guard to watch over her, which caused her to throw her heel at him. It gave the man a nice cut on his cheek. But it didn't make her feel any better. Why did her father have to do such things? Why did he send men to watch over her still? She was twenty, not sixteen.. Aria let out a little groan of frustration before she finally shook the anger away. And once it was out, a beautiful song started to play. A song she was fond of. She took a deep breath before she let the music sweep her away. And next thing she knew she dancing beautiful, her hair and dress flowing in the wind she created with her moves. If anyone could see her, they would surely see a beautiful dove. A dove letting all of her feelings out.. A dove that felt free for a moment. (Link to the dress here)
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"Darling, I've seen talent and I have seen rubbish, and that was complete and utter rubbish."
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Post by Cruella de Vil on Jun 12, 2017 22:45:15 GMT -6
Cruella de Vil was no stanger to the Marcello Mannor, having worked there for quite a while. Don Korso had specifically hired her to take care of Charlotte and to accompany her evolution, ever since the eldet heiress to the criminal emire was but a five year old. Charlotte had evolved and matured just right, in a tyle similar to her own, which led Cruella into approving of her slightly more than the rest. She had been training for almost fifteen years as an apprentice, so she really had no choice but to show complete and utmost perfection.
Walking inside the large studio, Cruella hoped she would get prepared earlier this time. She often liked to enjoy a good smoke and some time for herself before beginning lecturing her pupils. all it a 'ritual', if you will. It often kept her head in the game.
This time, however, her sight was distracted and surprise by the vision of a young girl occupying the stage. It did not take Cruella long to see her upil's younger sister, Aria, waltzing around the stage in her own set of moves. Granted, it seemed like it was in their blood.
Her arms folded over her chest, the aging star frowned while eyeing the younger heiress do her best, boredom stamped on her expression until she began clapping her hands firmly. Her scowl indicated she was not trully applauding but merely...sizing a dove up.
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Post by Charlotte Marcello on Jun 12, 2017 23:10:53 GMT -6
Charlotte was changing into her training outfit. Usually she went to Cruella's studio but today they would be in the small studio room that her father put in for her and Aria when they were young.
As she headed to the room she heard some music coming from the studio and heard some clapping. She saw the back of Cruella's well known fur coat. Her eyebrows scrunched up in confusion as she watched and listened. The only other person to use that studio other then herself was Aria and Cruella never held her tongue no matter how good the person was or if the person wanted her opinion. She walked slowly toward to door so she could hear what was going on better.
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Post by Aria Marcello on Jun 12, 2017 23:20:50 GMT -6
Aria immediately got up off the floor when Cruella started clapping. Her green eyes going wide. What was with people lately scaring her lately? She was starting to get annoyed that people weren't making their presences known. She saw the look on Cruella's face and how she clapped. She did not look amused at all.. But that didn't really phase her.
Aria finally relaxed as she stretched her arms before she turned the music off. "Sorry Miss De Vil, I hadn't noticed that you had entered the room." She said before she drank some water from her cup. She was a bit out of breath from the dance. Aria was a bit out of breath due to how much dancing she had just did. She normally wouldn't go all out, but she needed to vent and the dancing helped. "I'll be out of this room soon so you and Charlotte can have your lesson." Aria stated as she smiled at the woman. Clearly unphased by the womans posture and demure.
Unlike other people in this city, Aria didn't really care that Cruella was a big star. Of course she held her manners, but she didn't care if Cruella liked her dancing or not. If she had to be honest, she thought she was too hard on Charlotte at times. But she kept her mouth closed. Cause as long as it wasn't pointed at her, she was fine. Plus Charlotte could handle herself, she always did.
Aria started to clean up after herself. And once she was done she looked at Cruella and smiled. "All ready for the lesson!" She said as she put her hands behind her back.
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"Darling, I've seen talent and I have seen rubbish, and that was complete and utter rubbish."
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Post by Cruella de Vil on Jun 13, 2017 7:48:50 GMT -6
The aging woman narrowed her eyes, unamusement stamped in her expression while she slowly motioned herself down to the center of the studio, tilting her head to the side ever so slightly when she came near enough to the girl to properly examine her. Yes, this one had a thinner buiild. Much less outspoken than Charlotte for sure. Were she to work on this little bird, she would probably not need to be taught how to develop her own style, which would be much less arduous for Cruella herself.
She raised her finger when she was speaking, indicating he was not needing much more exposition from the girl, having understood exactly how things work. How could she not? She had worked in that studio for years now, after all. She also did not particularly enjoy people speaking so non-challantly to her, no mater who they were. One could call it a syndrome of extreme ego, but Cruella herself would never really let go of that.
Taking a puff out of her elongated cigarette, blew out a perfect ring of smoke right above Aria's head, the image creating an aureola like illusion that made the mob princess look like a little angel. Her free hand tucking her fur coat closer, she sized Aria up and down. "Passionate. Agile. Impulsive, too. Incredibly sloppy. I would not be surprised if I had found ranch hands hopping around a barn with the same enthusiasm, but..." she suddenly interrupted her evaluation, her gaze now fixated directly on the girl "I sense there is something if you scrape the rock. A diamond, maybe not. But something. Who knows, maybe dancing runs in the family? With some talent you could definitely be...adequate."
She was never exactly affable when it came to giving her opinion on other's talents. Ever since she had been a child, she pushed herself to be the very best, not wanting to fail a single note or a step. Everything about her was mechanic, yet natural. As if she had been bred for it. Those were different times, but she had it hard seeing how vulgar and simple the audience's taste for talent was. Made her feel as if her legacy meant nothing. She would not have that, so she would push others as hard as she was pushed and pushed herself.
She had heard the steps of the elder sister on the entrance of the studio, knowing she was closeby, and not really minding if she heard. If anything, she expected Charlotte to push for Aria. Maybe a duet could make them bring out the best in each other. "Oh, Charlotte. Come on down. I was just...analyzing a little dove's potencial."
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Post by Charlotte Marcello on Jun 13, 2017 13:24:24 GMT -6
Charlotte narrowed her eyes as she listened to Cruella speak to her sister. She knew what Cruella was like she was harsh even in the best of times. Charlotte didn't mind so much when her coach spoke to her that way but the idea of Aria being subjected to that made Charlotte's protective system kick on. When Cruella called her over she walked in.
Her body posture was a little stiffer then normal. "Well Aria is quite good without having formal training." She said waiting to hear more.
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Post by Aria Marcello on Jun 14, 2017 8:12:35 GMT -6
At Cruella's words, Aria's smile quickly faltered as she stared at the woman. Aria knew that Cruella was a famous dancer back in the day, and she respected her words, but they were words she did not ask for. She didn't ask Cruella how her dancing was, nor did she care what the woman thought of her dancing. She took another sip of her water as she listened to the rest of Cruella's remarks. Her green eyes never leaving the woman.
Once Cruella was done, Aria finished sipping her water and placed it on the window next to her. She was about to give Cruella her own remark when she called for Charlotte to come in. This made Aria look at her sister who seemed stiff. And the moment she walked into the room, Charlotte complimented her. Which meant she was on guard. This made her quickly look back to Cruella.
"Miss De Vil, thank you for your criticism. But, forgive my offense, but I did not ask for it. I find myself to be a pretty good dancer without formal training, just like my sister said. But that does not mean I want to be perfect with it. It's only a little thing that I use to make sure I don't get stressed when I get frustrated." Aria said as she started to defend herself to the woman. Cruella would surely see the different between the two sisters now.
Aria was a nice simple dove until people gave her opinions that she did not ask for. She was stubborn, and she was defiant. The only time she would take criticism, is when she talked about her flowers. That was the only criticism she took when needed. But as for dancing, it was not one of those.
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Post by Cruella de Vil on Jun 14, 2017 15:21:25 GMT -6
Cruella eyed both of the young Marcello siblings, her usual scowl of apathetic boredom never truly leaving her face while she heard Aria adress her after Charlotte's heroic intervention. She was surely one for dramatical entrances, and this time, the one Charlotte was coming to push away from the princess would turn out to be Cruella herself. She supposed she had ended up playing the part of the dragon and not that of the damsel long ago. It was the march of time working on her, and to be honest, she had learned she quite enjoyed being the big fire breathing lizard.
Raising her eyebrow at Aria, her elongated cigarette stick between her lips, Cruella rolled her eyes slowly at the young lady's remark, not particularly excited about the reply she had been given. She never did like being rejected or devalued. After all, she always ended up being the center of attention, in one way or another. Under normal circumstances, Aria would be on the receiving end of an outburst, but the elder woman was exactly that...a wise elder, even if she still considered herself quite young at heart. She knew when and where to pick her battles, and this was clearly not a situation she was intrigued about igniting into a pyre.
Her lips parting, a green cloud of smoke circled around Aria, while Cruella shrugged off her response, disinterest stamped on her expression before she turned around in an almost theatrical manner, her large fur coat dancing alongside her before she walked closer to Charlotte, curiosity in her eyes. "Well, my dear; I read the reviews for your last spectacle. I suppose I should be here telling you I was rather proud of the good reception, but we both know it makes no sense to praise what is to be expected."
She was demanding, there was no doubt about that, and Charlotte knew what demands Cruella had for her. Cruella knew her pupil was used to it by now, and this was the closest she would get to a compliment from her. It was something, at least.
"Oh, and by the way..." she turned, looking over her shoulder to eye Aria. "My newest fur coat collection is to go on display. I do expect to count on both of you for the inauguration. I do believe with will be my greatest work yet."
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Post by Charlotte Marcello on Jun 14, 2017 22:45:35 GMT -6
Charlotte's face split into a big smile as she listened to Aria's response. It took nerve to stand up to Cruella and not flinch much less with such grace and politeness. Charlotte herself had gotten into screaming matches with the older woman when she was a child. Charlotte's body relaxed as Cruella eased up... or at least as much as she ever did. The woman must know if she tried anything that Aria really didn't want to do that there would be a major fight on her hands.
"Of course Miss De Vill." Charlotte said her mouth stretching back into a wide smile at the vailed complement about her last performance. She knew she was good but Cruella expected her to improve with every practice every performance and to never stop striving. And she never did.
When Charlotte heard about the new fur line Cruella was bringing out she felt practically giddy. She loved fur in general and Cruella, like with her dancing and singing only strived for the best and to always make things better then they were before. "I promise you Miss De Vill we will both be there. We wouldn't miss something like that." She promised as her grin stretched more reddening the apples of her checks a bit.
"But could I speak to my sister privately for a moment Ma'am?" Charlotte asked politely, she needed to check something with Aria and it needed to be discussed privately.
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