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[2012-10-16 21:22:06 +0000 UTC]
"Is this an interrogation?"
(France)
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# About me
Gypsy Girl, Gypsy, Witch, Street Rat, Enchantress, Demon, Temptress, Siren, Seductress... if it means witch, you're probably referring to Esmeralda.
About 22 years old.
Esmeralda is good. She's the type of woman to stand up in what she believes in.
Esmeralda is a little rough around the edges. Though beautiful, her eyes show her past, and it wasn't easy. Esmeralda is fierce, fiery and flirty, with a temper that fits. Though tough when need be, she's a true friend and loyal to those she's close to. She's intelligent and has a wry sense of humor. She will fight for her friends and defend them and will expect the same in return. Esmeralda is compassionate and an advocate for justice to those in need.
A stealthy fighter, her getaways are quick and if you're not fast enough, she will leave you in the dust. Esmeralda is skilled in hand to hand combat thanks to Clopin. Growing up in the streets, she has a good sense of direction and knows all the different escape routes of Paris. To find a means of income, Esmeralda has become a graceful and sensual dancer. Most of her crowds consist of men showering her with coins... which "keeps bread on the table" as she would say even though she absolutely loves it. As well as dancing, Esmeralda is a good swimmer and a wizard at parkour. She has mastered occult practices such as palm reading, astrological readings and Tarot cards if anyone is uncertain about their future.
As far as habits go, she has the tendency to play with her skirt coins or hair if she's bored out of her mind. Esmeralda tends to give away her emotions due to her expressive eyebrows, which can work to her disadvantage. Batting her eyelashes and pouting are her biggest habits to get what she wants, if she knows there's a possibility it may work.
Esmeralda tends to scowl a lot when she's upset. She also has the tendency to dehumanize people once she deems them "bad", often not knowing the torment or troubled souls inside.
A little goat named Djali. He packs a hell of a punch like his mistress.
Esmeralda is afraid of losing Clopin, he's far too reckless for her liking at times. Esmeralda also has merinthophobia, as she is deathly afraid of being bound and tied up. As a natural escape artist, the idea of being trapped is terrifying.
One of Esmeralda's most unique traits is her green eyes. Most Gypsy's depicted have darker features, for her to have such bright green eyes suggests she may be mixed.
# Comments
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Arthur paced up the seine in his peasant clothes until he spotted a gypsy caravan.
Heβs drawn to the music and decides to investigate.
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In front of the gyspsy caravan were several gyspies sitting on wooden chairs, eating and singing. It was late afternoon and time to celebrate the birthday of a member of the group.
Esmeralda saw a young man coming nearer, he seemed to be curious.
She waved into his direction in order to show him that he was invited to come nearer.
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They didnβt look dangerous but he didnβt step too close unless they were otherwise. But when he spotted the green eyed woman beconning he approached her.
βHelloβ
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"Hello," Esmeralda answered with her warm voice. "May I ask what your name is? I think that this is the first time I see you around this place.
Oh.... and of course I will tell you my name as well - I'm Esmeralda," she smiled.
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[Want to RP? I can't think of a good starter. Any ideas?]
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((Oh yes, wonderful! 
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[I can work with that. I'll get one started.]
Adyson was in Paris during a visit to see the French Fireside Girls. Her directions though to reach their meeting spot were very confusing to follow though and soon the girl found herself lost. "Ok..." She looked around and nothing looked familiar anymore, "and I'm lost."
She leaned against a tree and tried to read the directions again until a strong wind gust whipped them out of her hands and blew them high over the buildings. "Well that's not good."
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*Esmeralda was taking a walk when she saw a girl who seemed to be kind of confused. She was holding a piece of paper in her hands, but suddenly a blow of wind came and took the paper out of her hands.
She saw flying it through the air and into the direction of a house which was near to her.
The gypsy girl hurried after the paper and finally managed to take in from the ground before another blow of air came*
"Here is your paper back", she laughed to the girl and went into her direction.
((Good idea.))
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The girl smiled a bit and went over to her. "Thanks! I'm new here and that paper has my directions on it." She paused a bit, "Do you know the French Fireside Girls?"
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"Hmmm.. no, I haven't heard of them." Esmeralda answered. "I was on my way to the huge market place. I'm dancing there every day."
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"Dancing? What kind of dancing do you do?" She asked curiously.
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"A dance with my tambourine," Esmeralda answered with a smile. "I can show you how I dance, if you ike."
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She nodded. "I'll take you up on that offer."
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*Esmeralda lifted her hand with the tambourine in the air and began to dance*
She performed one of her daily dances in order to show it to the young girl.
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Adyson watched her and smiled a bit. I really need to earn my belly-dancer patch at some point. She thought to herself and pictured herself dancing like that.
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"Normally, I'm dancing at this part of the street -", Esmeralda said and pointed to a place which some meters away. "It's a lot of fun indeed, I couldn't imagine my life without dancing."
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"It looks like fun." She said and watched her continue to dance. An idea then came to Adyson's mind. "Would it be possible for you to teach me how to dance like that?"
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"This is a very good idea," Esmeralda smiled at Adyson. "Please come over here, where we have enough space for a first dancing lesson. And..." Esmeralda turned around and reached for a bag which she had brought with her -
"I have some colorful scarves here... would you like to wear them for this moment? We - I mean myself and my huge "family" - love to wear clothing like that it would suit you."
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The brunette nodded and went over to her. She then looked at the bag and smiled a bit hearing she was being offered to wear some colorful scarves for this dance. "Sure! I've never worn scarves before so it should be a neat experience."
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Esmeralda opened the bag and hold it into the direction of Adyson, so that the girl was able to choose what she liked. There scarves in all colors, from red to yellow, with beautiful patterns like stars or small animals.
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She reached in and began to look around in the bag. The yellow scarves looked pretty neat to her, but Adyson ended up grabbing the red ones instead. "I'll go with this one." She said as she removed it from the bag.
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"Wonderful choice," Esmeralda nodded, "it's a color which suits you."
"I will show you some steps at first..."
*Esmeralda moved her feet and performed some dancing steps - this time without arms and hands, for making it more easy for Adyson to concentrate on the steps.*
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Adyson watched her for a bit and noted her dancing steps. "Seems pretty easy." She commented. She continued to watch her dance and soon had the basic idea.
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"Maybe it's not so easy at the beginning," Esmeralda laughed, "but I couldn't live without dancing. I'm doing this since many years. Now, would you like to try it yourself?"
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Adyson nodded. "Yeah I'll give it a shot." She went over and slowly began to dance around though her dance moves could use some work.
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"For your first try, this is very good indeed.... You have talent! You only need some practice."
*Esmeralda smiled and clapped her hands* *She took her tambourine and used to add some music to Adyson's dance*
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She continued to move around, trying to follow the beat of the music. She assumed that was the object anyway. "Is there a trick to it?" She asked as she danced around.
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"Yes, there is. Maybe it's rather how I can affect the audience - or that's what I have noticed," Esmeralda nodded.
"Of course you must know which steps you are performing - but more important, you should try feel the music and the rhythm. And I mean really feeling it..... just try it," she smiled.
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She danced around a bit more and ended up tripping over her feet. "Ooof!" She sat got up and chuckled a bit, "I think more practice is needed."
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((I'm fine, thank you!
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((I'm happy to hear that.
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Hope we talk again soon
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( Stalking Esme for lulz! XD )
*The city of Paris welcomed the light of a new day; it was a peaceful spring morning, the beauty of gardens abloom with flowers. However, on this radiant day, there was a shadow. This shadow wandered on the corners as if hidding from the light; it moved fast, stealthy and unnoticed, as it made it's way around, searching........*
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((
Esmeralda was in a good mood today, she took her small brown bag and headed to the big market which was especially visited when merchants from other cities sold their items as well. "I will be back soon, Djali!" she said and patted her goat before leaving her home. Soon she walked on the path which led to the busy streets, she could hear the voices of merchants and townspeople.
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He is all like "Esmeralda senpai, notice me! I am going to burn down all of Paris, then Esmeralda senpai will notice me" XD Β
But not this time, today he is hiding. ]
*Despite it was so early in the morning, the marketplace was already bursting with life. Several merchant caravans had crowded the surrounding streets, and the loud clamour from vendors offering their products could be heard. Either fruits, clothes, jewellery or books, it was at this organized disarray where almost anything could be found. In the meantime, the mysterious figure clad in monk's habits, walked at quick pace in alert, hoping to find---... Oh, yes indeed, there she was, la Zingara! The young woman was going towards the market, it seemed. Very well. A second shadow followed each of her steps, all without a sound.*
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((LOL Oh, this would be funny as well!
*When Esmeralda had reached the market, the headed to a market stand where a friendly and chubby man sold different clothes for sewing. She could need a new purple fabric for her beloved skirt. "Good morning!" She smiled at the seller.
*There were several clothes hanging down in front of the stand for being seen from far away,Β but the gypsy girl began to comb through the colorful fabrics at the market stand itself*
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*Esmeralda halted before a stand that offered clothes and colourful fabrics for sale. As the gypsy woman began to search through the different textiles and the friendly merchant was concentrated in assisting Esmeralda, a man entirely concealed in black monk habits stood right behind the girl.*
*The man's eyes sparkled under the shade cast by the hood of his robes. He inhaled and delighted his senses on the delicate fragrance from the girl's tresses of ebony. Merciful Lord in Heaven! La zingara possessed a scent of exotic flowers and spices, it was alluring and exhilarating, and it was like Paradise! However, this blissful instant was indeed brief; on the following minute, the man had noiselessly stepped aside, quickly like the wind, hiding behind a pile of crates before the young woman could turn around and notice his presence.*Β
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*The goods of the seller were very beautiful, Esmeralda enjoyed the sight of the fabrics and the exotic patterns. She finally bough a soft purple cloth which was new and not time-worn. For a moment, she had the strange feeling of a presence and that she was not alone, but when she turned around, nothing special could be seen* "Thank you very much!" *She smiled at the seller*
*Now she didn't have a special aim anymore and wandered around. The the gypsy girl stopped in front of a market stand with jewelry and semiprecious stones, but was aware to keep a distance because she had not enough money with her to buy something and furthermore, some people became suspicious when seeing a gypsy* Then she walked further to some citizens which were playing a game on the street in order to see what they were doing*
((Whee, the scene was so familiar and therefore great. XD))
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*Esmeralda had purchased fabrics on a beautiful shade of purple, what a wonderful choice! The monk observed from a balcony, and from this position he continued studying the girl's movements. She appeared interested in jewellery, that was a nice detail to know. A few steps forward and she arrived to the entrance of an inn which had set tables on its pavement so that people could gather to play a game of chess.*
*The mysterious figure was someone who disapproved these games, being a motive for gambling, a dreadful sin chastised by the church. At least, chess was a game that required intelligence from the players as it was an strategy similar of that of a war battle. The monk was so distracted by the scene unfolding, that when he saw an angered woman standing at his side, it was too late.*
"Snooping around my house, eh?!" *Yelled the enraged lady, and she, wielding a broomstick, delivered a blow towards the man in monk's habits. However the man was of great agility, promptly eluding the blow, he jumped to the rooftop of the nearby building. Rushing to escape from unwanted attention, he ran to the other side of the roof but he tripped and fell to the ground, on the contiguous street, landing over a bunch of hay. People who witnessed such antics, laughed in amusement but fortunately enough, no one called for the royal guards and soon resumed their activities, paying no heed if the man was hurt or not. Certainly, said man was partially hidden amongst the dried grass, piled at a corner of a lonely alleyway, unscathed but his pride was severely damaged.*
( Esme can be the one to go and try to help him, still not knowing his identity, or if you have other ideas please feel free to tell and I will edit my post. )
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*Esmeralda observed a chess game between two boys who were maybe 15 years old* Though they were quite young and not adult, she noticed that the strategy of both was very good indeed and that they seemed to be talented. The gypsy girl was surely not a master of chess, but Clopin had showed her the basic rules during one of those long and rainy afternoons when it had been autumn.
She stood still behind one of the boys, not saying a word and pondering about the next move of the player, when she heard a loud yelling behind her*
*Esmeralda starled because she thought to be meant herself at first... but then she noticed that the loud lady was yelling angrily at a poor beggar. She heard the crowd laughing loudly when the man was chased by blows of a broomstick, fled and finally fell down... but caring as Esmeralda's nature was, she could feel with the man (yes, she had thought to be in his position before a few moments) and approached*
"Hello! Oh, I'm sorry that this happened to you... are you alright, are you injured?"
((No, everything is fine, that was so funny how the poor mysterious man got blows from a broomstick. ^^))
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*The fallen monk moved to a seated position and examined the situation. It would be wise to retrear for now; there would be another time to observe Esmeralda, but for now it was enough. He felt so humiliated, at least it was fortunate that the mockery was brief and currently he found himself in solitude. At this point, the situation could not get any worse. The mysterious man was about to rose from the ground, when to his dismay, he heard a silvery voice, a voice thatΒ being these events different, would have brought happiness to him. La zingara had arrived to the scene.*
*Certainly, this was to be expected, Esmeralda was very kind, perhaps too much for her own well being. The figure sank under the hay and from there, he recoiled until his back pressed against the wall. Goodness, was he trembling in fear? Oh how the tables had been turned! The monk prayed in silence for the girl to just walk away, maybe she had not seen him. Alas, he had to accept that this time he was cornered. Could it be that should he tell everything to be fine so she would go without noticing anything amiss? Indeed, this delicate situation must be faced with stoicism.*
*Before long, the man clad on Franciscan habits, stood tall, emerging from under the pile of dried grass. He adjusted the hood over his head so his features would remain entirely concealed, and with that, he slowly shook his head, indicating that no, he had not sustained injuries. The hands of the man were not adorned in jewellery or anything distinctive, other than some calluses on the palms a keen eye would have noticed, but in all, the identity of this unfortunate man was unknown. The beggar made a small reverence for the young woman, and then he began to walk past the gypsy girl, his gait poised and dignified.... despite his robes being tattered and coated in hay.*
( Awww, thanks!
Of course, feel free to have Esme go with him, she may guess who the monk is despite his silence XD )
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The gypsy girl's first view was a huge haycock with a piece of black clothing which was popping through. But she knew that the poor man had to be there and made a small circle in order to be able to see him completely. She was glad to hear the man's answer - only a nod - that he was alright.
But her first thought that he was a beggar didn't seem to be right... this was the coat of a Franciscan.
Nonetheless, Esmeralda was sure that he was a poor man indeed, having fallen from a roof, being laughed at by the crowd and now he seemed so ashamed that he didn't want to show his face and was only walking away in silence. But his feeling of shame was not necessary... she couldn't permit this. Esmeralda hurried to walk at the side of the monk and was exerted for some loosening of the tense atmosphere.
"Don't worry," she said in her soft and slightly rough-edged voice. "Sometimes they are not very caring, but there's no reason to be ashamed. If you allow, I will accompany you to the monastery! I like the view of this building anyway."
((She has no idea, but maybe she will recognize his voice.
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*The mysterious monk was marching away, composed and calm. Believing to have left the beautiful gypsy behind, he took a moment to start dusting the fabrics of his robes, removing some of the hay from it. After the disastrous turn of events, the plan was seeking sanctuary at Notre Dame, and from there, proceeding with utmostΒ discretion, back to the Palace of Justice as a final destination for this morning. Unfortunately, the ordeal was not over yet, it seemed. Esmeralda, audacious as ever, dared to follow and walk at his side. Oh blessed Virgin and all the Saints of Heaven, have mercy! This was the end, there were no means to escape this fate, nor he was one to run.*
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β............................................. Indeed... yes, I know... Parisians are not very caring, in addition, they could be highly... ungrateful, I am afraid....β *replied a familiar baritone in a toneless muttering, as the old man halted and stood still, close to the girl.* β.............. ............... ............. Esmeralda.... why must you torment me so?β *the voice of Claude Frollo sounded not like denouncement or condemn. Instead, his tone was more of a quiet lament, filled with shame and defeat.* β..... I can explain this--- ..... ............β
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[ Β Well, is over for him now! XDΒ ]
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"(.......................!) Claude Frollo! Of all persons in the world..." Esmeralda said stunned and toop a step backward.
"I never expected you here, under the cloth of a monk," she continued and had to laugh a little bit since the judge was dressed so elegant and rich normally, and was now completely different.
"But--- wait. Then it's strange what you have searched on the top of a roof," she pondered and stood with the hands on her hips.
((Okay, this can also be seen as a ending for this scene, she has revealed his identity.))
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((Hello!
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About the Disney princesses?Β
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((I would love to answer some questions.
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