Post by Cinderella on Nov 19, 2014 14:55:21 GMT -5
It's only been a month since she lost her father, she thinks about him all the time but doesn't have much time to grieve the loss. the sun is shining bright through the one window in her room, making her lose train of thought. Looking out the window she sees her bird friends are there to cheer her up. Opening the window she happily greets them as they sing the morning tune. Interrupted by a ear piercing scream CINDERELLA, she quickly closes the window, as her smile turns into a frown knowing that scream from anywhere she rushed down the stairs.
Last Edit: Nov 19, 2014 14:56:41 GMT -5 by Cinderella
It was early morning, and sunlight fell through the windows of the noble Tremaine Manor. In the Master bedroom a tall, slender figure stirred in the bed sheets. Slowly, but steadily the sunlight inched closer to the shape, until they landed on an elderly woman wearing a nightgown, a night cap with laces and a sleeping mask. A black, rather demonic looking feline was standing in the bed, rubbing his fur against the woman's hand in an attempt to wake her up. It was unsure if it was the sunrise or a helping claw from the demonic feline that woke her up - but she finally sat up in bed, removing her sleeping mask and rubbed her eyes. The sun turned away in disgust, wishing the woman had kept her sleeping mask on, because without it she looked absolutely horrible
Sitting up, the woman leaned back against her pillows, smiling as she saw the black feline. "Ah, Lucifer, you are already awake?" she said in a sickly sweet tone. "Did you sleep well, my dear?" The feline purred and rubbed his head lovingly against her hands, knowing perfectly well that making his mistress happy was essential for him to sleep in a warm comfortable bed instead of in the cold stables with the horse and worse... the dog. Lady Tremaine petted the cat as she looked around the room. She was not yet out of bed - after all, the lady of the house had to have her breakfast first, didn't she? And like all English noblewomen she preferred to have hers served in bed. A cold smirk crossed her face for a moment. She knew just the right person to call....
Her first attempt went unnoticed. Propably the insolent child was dreaming again. Lady Tremaine snorted - what took her so long? She tried calling a second time - a little louder this time.
Still no answer. Lady Tremaine reached out her hand and fetched her parasol from beside the bed, and stomped in in the floor while calling out as loud as a lady of her standing could allow herself.
Enjoying the sun rays on her face Cinderella walks to the barn to tend to the animals, it's the one thing she cherishes. As she opens the barn doors the animals are ready to greet her by licking her face. Cinderella tends to each animal talking to them as she works. It's all short lived when she looks out and sees the windows rattling, that can only mean one thing Lady Tremaine has awoken from her slumber. Cinderella running as fast as she can across the yard, the dew on the grass still wet making it hard for Cinderella not to slip and fall. As she approaches the house that she once loved, she knows that Lady Tremaine must be hungry.
As Cinderella prepares a quick breakfast for her evil mother she thinks to herself if she should add a little cat food to her breakfast. No, no no she brushes the idea off knowing that Lady Tremaine would be able to spot anything out of the ordinary. Cinderella still snickers to herself realizing that the cat of hers Lucifer eats as well as she does.
Getting the thought out of her head she finishes preparing breakfast and takes it upstairs unaware of how long Lady Tremaine has actually waited she cautiously approaches the door and knocks.
(Cat food in the breakfast XDDD I love you *Hugs* )
Lady Tremaine waited impatiently for Cinderella to show up. She was probably out tending to the animals again - leaving the lady of the house to starve! How thoughtless! Crossing her arms over her chest, she drummed her fingers impatiently against the skin on her forearms as she waited. "What would we say to this, Lucifer?" she asked the dark feline curling up on her lap. The feline looked up at his Mistress, looking just as devilish as she did. "Meeeeeeeeeeeeeow," he replied, sharpening his claws against Lady Tremaine's bedsheet. "I totally agree," Lady Tremaine said, petting the cat's fur gently.
Finally she heard running footsteps in the stairs, the light scrambling of a tea set being carried on a tray. "I hope for her sake that she does not break anything," Lady Tremaine said to the impish feline on her lap. "If she does, I will find a way to punish her that hopefully will hurt..." The cat looked up at Lady Tremaine's green, ice cold stare and shuddered. Even he wouldn't be in his Mistress's path when she grew angry. "Rowr!" he meowed to show he agreed with his owner.
There was a soft knock on the door, and Lady Tremaine turned her head towards the doorway. "Come in!" she bid, in the ice cold tone that was the way for a lady of high society to address common servants. At least that's how she was raised from her early childhood.
Post by Cinderella on Nov 20, 2014 11:11:12 GMT -5
As Cinderella reaches the top of the stairs she is out of breath and almost loses control of the tea set, she regains her composure and knocks at the door. In the tone that Cinderella knows to well she hears come in. In fear of loosing the tea set she nudges the door with her foot. Cinderella gently sets the tea set down on Lady Tremaine's lap quickly stepping back in fear she might slap her for how long it has taken. Cinderella watches annoyed as Lucifer and her evil Step Mother slowly enjoy each bite, her stomach growls and she hides the pain.
Cinderella leaves slowly trying to remain unnoticed there is so much to get done but if she could just find a single slice of bread to make the pains go away she would feel much better. Before she makes it half way down the stairs Cinderella hears arguing and the sound of door slamming.
Post by Anastasia & Drizella on Nov 20, 2014 13:07:50 GMT -5
Anastasia rolls out of bed and hits the floor waking her sister Druzilla. What's all the ruckus Druzilla mumbles as she throws the covers over head, not wanting to wake up yet. Come on sleepy head I bet Cinderella has nothing to do, knowing all to well that they left a mess for her to clean when they eent to bed. Giving up Druzilla gets out of bed. Druzilla gives one look at her clumsy sister and snickers. " you forgot to change your clothes last night". Anastasia looks down only shrugging it off. Chatting back and forth they talk about what they have planned for Cinderella today. Noticing that it's getting late Druzilla goes to her closet to find her hair bow. WHERE is my hair bow I set it here last night before I went to bed. I don't know Anastasia states, did you look under your dresser. I'ts not there She yells. Relizing that Anastasia used it in her hair last night she scambles to find it before her sister. Finding it under her bed she quickly tries to throw it on her sisters bed, before she can her sister sees her out of the corner of her eye and screams what were you doing with my bow. Stuttering trying to find her words Anastasia says I was using it to see if it made me prettier then Cinderella. Why are you concerned looking better then her she wears those rags, now give it here. Raising it above her head out of Druzilla's reach she stumbles and falls through the door.
Lady Tremaine sat calmly as Cinderella placed the tea set on her lap. With the elegant manners of an aristocrat she calmly enjoyed her breakfast, totally ignoring the girl watching her eat and the grumble from her empty belly. She left a crust of bread on her plate as she was done eating, before placing the tray with the empty plate on her nightstand so Cinderella could carry it away. When she finally looked up from her meal, she noticed Cinderella slowly moving towards the door.
"Have I told you to leave the room, Cinderella?" she asked in her ice cold tone. "You have not received the orders of the day yet. Have I not told you to stay put until you receive your chores for the day?"
Hearing the shrieking voices of her own two daughters, Drizella and Anastasia, made her close her eyes and cover her face with one palm. Her own demeanour was aristocratic in every way. She never yelled, her attitude was calm and collected, her table manners impeccable - so why, oh why - could she end up with two daughters like this?
I swear they have it from their father, she thought as she sighed heavily.
Lifting her head again she called out to Cinderella. "You can start your day by making breakfast for your sisters and for Lucifer while I get dressed. I will be with you shortly to give you more tasks. You may leave."
Waiting until Cinderella had left the room, Lady Tremaine moved her blankets to the side and rose from the bed. After a quick morning bath, she dried quickly and got dressed. Then she sat down by the table with the mirror and made her hairstyle and some discrete makeup. She had lots of work to do today - Druzilla and Anastasia needed lessons to learn how to behave like aristocratic young women. Even if she knew Lucifer would hate it they were going to have singing lessons today.
Lucifer, not bothering to watch his Mistress putting on her "morning face", jumped out of bed. He followed after Cinderella out of the room and had plans to curl around her legs to make her trip over him near the stairs when something caught his attention. Near the mouse hole on the East wall a little chubby mouse was pressing himself through the hole and plopped out on the hallway floor. The cat smiled devilish as the chubby mouse sniffed around, knowing that his Mistress had placed a nice smelly CHEESE in the mouse trap yesterday. The cat lurked nearby, watching the chubby mouse as his tummy took the lead, guiding it towards the trap. The cat snickered evilly and inched closer, blocking the escape route of the chubby mouse. Hoovering over the mouse, he raised his mighty paw and unsheathed his razor-sharp claws to get a tasty snack before breakfast...
Post by Cinderella on Nov 21, 2014 12:56:03 GMT -5
As Cinderella is walking down the stairs she hears Lady Tremaine say " "You can start your day by making breakfast for your sisters and for Lucifer". Is lady Tremaine crazy my day started hours ago, Cinderella is not the one who is just now waking up from her slumber. As she is preparing breakfast for the two ungrateful sisters and the cat Lucifer, all she can picture is her evil step mother as she gets dressed for the day in the pretty clothes that she gets to wear, knowing she will never be able to look pretty or wear anything expensive again.Losing focus to block out the sound she starts thinking to herself about the times she spent with her father, looking down at the tattered clothes and remembering the life she once lived no longer exists.
Startled by a sound in the hallway Cinderella goes to investigate. As Cinderella turns the corner she is not surprised at what she sees, Lucifer has a poor mouse trapped in the corner. Lucifer raises his paw his sharp claws ready to strike,Cinderella yells shoo Lucifer shoo. The cat frowns and scurries away, disappointed that he did not get his morning snack before breakfast. Cinderella goes to check the damage that the cat may have left behind. Shaking in fear Cinderella spots a chubby but cute little mouse. What's your name little fella? the smallest squeak comes out as he responds, well the name is Gus pretty lady? Cinderella chuckles what a fine little gentleman you are. You can call me Cinderella. Thanks from saving me from that cat I thought I was doomed. Glad I could help but, I must go now though I'll come find you later my friend.
Cinderella hurries back to the kitchen only to realize Lucifer has knocked over the breakfast plates Cinderella set out. She spots the cat in the corner licking his paws. Cinderella is tempted to throw the darn cat out the door, but knows Lady Tremaine would not be happy because she feels Lucifer deserves to have a luxurious life like she does. As Cinderella Prepares to clean the mess she hears CINDERELLA!!
Last Edit: Nov 21, 2014 18:46:19 GMT -5 by Cinderella
Post by Anastasia & Drizella on Nov 22, 2014 11:35:32 GMT -5
CINDERELLA both the sisters scream at the top of their lungs.What's taking Cinderella so long with our breakfast both sisters impatiently wait as they finally here footsteps coming up the stairs. By the time Cinderella brings them their breakfast, they have had enough and just smash the dishes everywhere they were not hungry anyway. Tapping their foot and snickering to each other as they watch Cinderella clean it up. They dismiss Cinderella but not before they tug at her clothes saying how ugly she is and that she will never find a prince charming.
How long as mother been getting ready? It seems like ages. We don't have all day we have to practice for the big night at the ball. Both the sisters get dressed and start clearing their throats for practice.
stomping to mothers door but not before Anastasia trips and almost falls, they both bang on the door asking for mother. MOTHER it's been hours we are ready we don't have all day
Post by Judge Claude Frollo on Nov 22, 2014 11:54:31 GMT -5
Down the road from the Tremaine Manor sat a carriage of iron and steel. It was cold and box-like, no warmth to be see in any part of it's make. At the moment, the passenger was sitting in the carriage seat, grousing and tapping his long fingers together slowly. His driver was working at a frantic pace, the broken pieces of the wheel shaking in his hands. He knew the importance of this visitor and knew what would happen if he was displeased.
The aged man finally had enough, charging out of the carriage, causing it to rock with his movements. The poor driver cringed as the door opened, counting down the seconds until those cold eyes were upon him.
"What is taking so long?" growled the judge. "I could have walked to the palace at this rate. Do you not understand the important business I have with the King?!"
"A thousand apologies, you judgeship," stammered the driver, nearly bowing to the man in his fright. "I cannot repair the wheel without more supplies. I fear we cannot move until then."
Frollo scoffed and strode down the road a piece, scouting out a possible solution to this imbecile's problem. He could see the road curve away to the right nearby, vanishing into a grove of trees. "Where does that road lead to?" he demanded.
"That is the Tremaine Manor, sir," answered the driver, glad to have the judge at least some distance from him. "The lady of the house is not one for visitors, I fear."
Frollo raised an eyebrow, glancing back to the path. "I am sure she will change her tune for me," he answered softly. Raising his voice, he pointed a finger at the man. "Collect my things and take them to the manor. I will travel on foot as I fear you are too frail to do more than whimper."
As Lady Tremaine started giving Cinderella her orders for the day, she thought for a moment she saw something in the girl’s eyes – did she plan to disobey her orders? The lady’s eyes narrowed. If the girl was starting to cause problems she would definitely learn to know her place. Lady Tremaine had dealt with difficult servants before, and she had always won. A few nights sleeping in the cold and dark cellar with the rats and spiders normally used to soften them. If that didn’t work, she would have to cut in on the girl’s food rations.
As her step daughter turned to walk away, Lady Tremaine called out to her, in the soft tone she always used when she planned something extra evil. “Oh, Cinderella? Tomorrow there will be a memorial service to honor your dear father…” She paused, waiting for the girl’s reaction, hoping to build up her hopes to for once take part in something social. Then with a cruel smile she crushed eventual hopes the girl might have felt. “You do not have decent robes, so you will not participate. I want you to wash and iron your sister’s dresses so they can attend to the memorial service with me…”
As she sat to prepare herself for the day she thought she heard Cinderella talking to someone outside the door. Nonsense, she thought to herself. Who would even speak to a plain-looking girl like her?
Calmly she continued brushing her hair and placing it in her regular aristocratic-looking hairstyle. She had just made the last finishing touch on her appearance when she heard screaming voices outside the door. Closing her eyes, she sighed heavily. Clearly my daughters need singing lessons. I might as well start immediately…
As she stood up, she threw a glance out of the window and narrowed her eyes for a moment. Was there a wagon near the fences of her manor – on the main street? It was quite an elegant wagon, she had to admit, but she did not recognize it. Whoever the owner was, it was a stranger, but a rich stranger. In Lady Tremaine’s world, that was an important way to make a good first impression. She was interrupted in her thoughts when she heard her daughters scream for MOTHER again, and she moved calmly and collected towards the door and opened it, raising her hand in a cool elegant way to calm down the shouting.
“Girls, girls,” she said in a correcting tone, her cool, icy stare meeting their gazes with motherly pride. corrected their appearances with a firm, yet motherly hand. One curl here, one ribbon there… “Well, that will have to do, I’m afraid,” she sighed. “Meet me in the music room in five minutes. Drizella, bring your flute. Anastasia, you will practice your singing today. After the first hour, you will swap tasks. Anastasia will play the flute and Druzilla will sing.”
Pleased with the orders, she was just about to head for the music room when she heard a knock on the door. The sound sent a frown to her face, as she thought of her plans now would be delayed. But it only took a few moments to gather her cool and calm demeanor, and she opened the door.
Post by Judge Claude Frollo on Nov 22, 2014 15:09:10 GMT -5
Standing on the step of the manor, Frollo waited for the door to be opened. He could hear screaming from the interior of the house, the shrill voice of young women. He curled his lip in disgust, knowing the trouble that could follow those creatures about. He only hoped that his journey would not be waylaid for too long and that he could find another, more competent driver within the hour.
The man's calculating eyes glanced up as the door was opened. A tall woman stepped into the sunlight, her appearance giving Frollo a momentary pause. This woman was not the lowly servant he had expected to greet him, but rather the lady of the manor. Donning a smile, he bowed his head, his fingers folded in the billow of his sleeves.
"Pardon the intrusion, mistress," he said in a silky smooth voice. "I am Judge Claude Frollo of Paris. My carriage has broken down not far from your home and I am in need of a replacement. I was on my way to see the King about some trade agreements between our lands and I would hate to disappoint him. Might I stay here until arrangements can be made?"
Post by Cinderella on Nov 22, 2014 21:35:51 GMT -5
While Cinderella is doing the daily task that Lady Tremaine has assigned for the day, only because she does not want the worst punishment possible of being put in the cellar with the spiders and little bit of food should would be given. Lady Tremaine acts like she gets plenty of food now as she listens to her stomach rumble for the second time today. Cinderella is holding back the tears as she hears Lady Tremaine voice play over and over again in her head. Me and your sisters will be attending your fathers memorial but you can't because you don't have the proper clothing. There must be something that Cinderella can do so she can give the proper good bye to her father that she was never granted.
No longer able to hold back the tears Cinderella runs off into the barn. Letting her tears flow freely down her cheeks, and the uncontrollable sobs echo through the barn, she hears the all to familiar squeak she heard days before. What's wrong Cinderella the chubby little mouse Gus says concerned. Cinderella pats his little head and says, my evil step mother won't let me attend my fathers memorial service and say my final good byes. As Gus listens carefully a small tear rolls down his cheek and hits the floor. there must be something we can do.
In the stillness of the night they hear an unfamiliar sound, peaking through the crack of the barn door they notice a tall slender man in the shadows. Who could that possibly be we have not had visitors in years. Could this be a dream and Cinderella would wake up any minute.
As Cinderella notices no one has yet answered the door just yet, she slowly approaches the man who she notices is wearing a robe of sorts. Knowing that Lady Tremaine forbids her to have any outside contact with anyone, she quickly taps his shoulder. Afraid that he would quickly vanish she blurts out are you my fairy god father here to save me?
Post by Anastasia & Drizella on Nov 22, 2014 23:04:51 GMT -5
Mother tell us again why we have to go to the memorial service for the married? We did not love him and he did not love us. besides if we are not mistaken its' your fault he is dead in the first place.
Getting ready for their lessons the girls fought over who would sing and play the flute first, even though mother instructed who got to play the flute and sing first. The girls felt like the could make this choice on their own.
As they were growing more and more impatient with there mother who seemed to be taking forever they were fighting over the flute and pulling it out of each others hands making one another trip and fall causing a whole bunch of noise.
Hearing a knock at the door both the sisters get quiet and look at each other as if they saw a ghost.Realizing their mother has yet to return they go to the top of the stairs to investigate. When they see who is at the door both their jaws dropped.
A cruel smile curled Lady Tremaine’s think lips as she watched Cinderella running off. She could have sworn she had seen tears in the girl’s eyes. With a little more training, the girl would soon learn to know her place. She stood with her two daughters and watched as Cinderella left, sighing heavily before calmly listening to her daughter’s questions about why they had to go to the memorial service. “Girls, girls,” she said, lifting her hand a bit to calm down her daughters. “You surprise me, ladies… Did you not see how much it upsets Cinderella that you are going and not her? Now be patient and behave like the ladies I raised you to be. You are aristocrats, my dears, the crème de la crème of society. Repeat after me: Noblesse oblige. Obligation of Nobility. Never forget that, my daughters.”
Her ice cold gaze caught Druzilla’s eyes when the girl implied she had something to do with her husband’s death. Even if this was true, it wasn’t something Lady Tremaine would ever admit to anyone – much less her own daughters. “What a horrid thing to say to your own mother,” she said to her daughters in a calm and ice cold voice. “You better watch your language and your manners, young ladies, or you will help Cinderella scrub the floors instead of going to the ball!”
Elegantly sitting down by the piano she started playing, sighing as she saw her daughters fighting over the flute. “Attention ladies,” she said sternly, finding the key note on the piano and playing it with one finger. “The pear-shaped toe!” Hearing her daughters shrill singing voices, she was secretly relieved when she heard a knock on the door. “We seem to have a visitor,” she said as she stood up from the piano. “If you will excuse me, girls, we will have to continue this lesson later on.”
With elegant strides she left the room, moving towards the doorway and opened up the door. Even if it didn’t take her long, she found that Cinderella already standing by the unknown visitor, crying and begging him for help. The Lady’s eyes widened when the impossible girl seemed to believe that the stranger was a fairy godmother. True he had strange clothes compared to English gentlemen, but still! Could the insolent girl not see that this was a part of the man’s work habit?
“If you do not have enough work to keep you from disturbing our guests, Cinderella,” she said in her ice cold tone. “I will be more than happy to give you more duties to perform. Now go to the kitchen and start preparing the dinner. I will talk more with you later!”
Turning to the stranger, she noticed he was a tall and elegant man, about the same age as herself. He had noble features, and his entire being witnessed of power and wealth. Finding he was worthy of her time, she listened as he explained the misfortunate incident with his wagon and requested to stay on the manor until arrangements could be made.
“But of course, Monsieur,” she replied, stepping aside to allow him to enter the manor. “Please come inside. The hotels around here are not recommendable for a person of your noble status, so feel free to stay as my guest for as long as your errands may take. I am Lady Tremaine, widow of the count Tremaine. My daughters Druzilla and Anastasia will be with us in a moment. Do you want a cup of tea and something to eat? There are still a couple of hours before dinner is ready.”
Post by Judge Claude Frollo on Nov 24, 2014 9:46:02 GMT -5
As he waited for the door to be answered, the judge was surprised to find a girl rush up to his side from the barn area. She was dressed in work clothes, though her face was shapely enough to be considered beautiful to some. She asked him for help and the judge instantly pulled his arm out of her grasp. "What are you blathering about child?" he demanded coldly. Brushing the woman's prints off his sleeve, he gave her a scowl. "What is a fairy godfather? Fairies do not exist and the only god that you should rely on is the Almighty above. Go now and do not waste my time with your ridiculous daydreams."
Just then, the door was opened and the servant girl was further berated by the lady of the manor. The judge listened with curiosity, wanting to understand the best way to please his hostess. The girl, Cinderella, was no concern of his, yet he wanted to appease Lady Tremaine to gain as much help as he could with his journey.
He nodded his head in gratitude as the woman allowed him to enter. Removing his hat, the man's large rings flashed in the lantern light, tokens bestowed upon him by the high class of Paris. He smiled softly as she spoke of tea, not realizing until then that he was dreadfully hungry.
"That would be most generous," he told the woman. "I look forward to meeting your family. I did hear singing as I came up that path," he added, hoping to hide his cringe. "Was that their melodious voices I heard?"
Post by Cinderella on Nov 24, 2014 16:21:33 GMT -5
Cinderella realizes what a fool she is when she is pleading with the man at her door step. What was Cinderella thinking he's right fairies don't exists. The only thing that keeps Cinderella sane in the house is the barn animals and her daydreams that someone or something might save her her from from what was once a peaceful home, that has been turned into a nightmare of a home. Of course someone that she has never met before would think Cinderella is crazy.
The door swings open and Lady Tremaine stands before Cinderella and the stranger. Lady Tremaine uses the all to familiar stare and her cold tone, but not as cold as in the past, she ask Cinderella to clean the kitchen and prepare dinner for the guest. They would speak of this matter later and Cinderella knew that Lady Tremaine sticks to her words when looking for a way to punish Cinderella. Cinderella that it could be worse but that Lady Tremaine was only trying to impress who Cinderella though was her fairy god father.Wiping her tears Cinderella scurries off to the kitchen. While Lady Tremaine invites the guest in and he hangs his coat.
preparing dinner for Lady Tremaine and the step sisters is no easy task let alone adding a vistor to the equation. But it's what Cinderella does best. for dinner she prepares a three course meal of soup and salad,roast beef, and apple pie for dessert and calls everyone to the table.
Lady Tremaine watched Cinderella in silence as she went to work in the kitchen. Again she thought she saw a tear in the child’s eyes, and she wondered what the child had bothered their guest with. “Please forgive my servant her foolish questions, Your Honor,” she said with a smile as she with elegant manners led her guest into the house. “She fell out of her baby stroller and hurt her little brain as an infant. Unfortunately that was the only brain she had… You know how hard it is to find good help these days…”
A manservant came running to help the Judge with his hat and his cloak. When that was done, he discretely helped with the luggage and showed Judge Frollo’s servant the way to the room where his Master would stay during the visit. The servant would sleep with the rest of the household staff, except from Cinderella who had a small room in the attics. (I let you decide what the Judge’s room looks like since I hope it will be a room to the Judge’s liking)
Pouring a cup of tea for the guest and offering him sandwiches (not enough to ruin his appetite before dinner) Lady Tremaine listened to her guest as he spoke of her family. She shuddered a moment over her own teacup as she thought of her daughter’s singing voices – or rather the lack thereof. “Unfortunately, yes,” she admitted, rubbing her temples as if the thought of the singing voices alone was enough to give her a headache. “Like any lady of the aristocracy, I try to teach my daughters to become proper ladies, but as you could hear, there is still much work to do…”
As the Judge requested to meet her daughters, she smiled as she stood up, walking towards the living room door and opened the door to the hallway. “Druzilla, Anastasia,” she called. “We have a guest who wishes to see you. Please come and say hello to Judge Claude Frollo – and remember what I taught you about manners and grace.”
She sighed with relief when Cinderella after a few hours called out that dinner was served. Offering the Judge her arm to lead him to the dining table, she gave him a smile. “Ah, the dinner is ready,” she announced. “Please be seated. Your Honor, may I?”
Post by Judge Claude Frollo on Nov 24, 2014 19:54:02 GMT -5
Stepping inside the large hall of the manor, Frollo listened to Tremaine apologize for the servant girl's behavior. His lip curled in a small smile, thinking back to the night that found Quasimodo. "Pay it no mind, dear woman," he said softly. "I have one just like her at home. One gets used to the silly nonsense they spat."
The judge watched with a critical eye as the servant took his things to a room upstairs. The carriage driver that had accompanied him followed after, prepared to set out Frollo's things and make him at home. Frollo, however, did not retire just yet, joining the mistress of the house for tea and sandwiches. He smiled a little over the rim of his cup as Tremaine tried to explain the reason for her daughters' less-than-harmonious voices.
"All that is precious takes time to collect," said the man with a grin. "I am sure that their beauty will outdo any need for beautiful singing. That is, if they take after their mother . . ."
Post by Anastasia & Drizella on Nov 24, 2014 22:23:09 GMT -5
Doing as their mother instructs they run up the stairs to go practice their singing. Laughing as they were running up the stairs because they understood the pain their mother had caused Cinderella, telling her she could not attend her own fathers memorial service.
Standing at the top of the stairs the sisters are ease dropping on the conversation something they do all to well, although mother says it's not proper. They stopped singing shortly after the unknown man arrived. When their mother calls the sisters to meet him they walk down the stairs. Duruzilla takes the lead, in the process Anastasia trips and falls over her big feet.
Knowing from their mother that the first impression is everything Anastasia knows she has already failed. Druzilla pushes past Anastasia so she can be first, while Anastasia picks herself off and brushes off her dress. Watching the floor this time as she walks over to the tall slender man to shake his hand. Shortly after Cinderella calls for dinner.
Lady Tremaine saw the smile curling on the judge's lip as she apologized for her servant's behavior. She thought he had a charming smile, and he also seemed rich and well dressed. She placed a slender hand on his arm when he spoke of having a servant like Cinderella at home. "Oh believe me, I understand," she laughed. "Cinderella speaks of fairy godmothers and talks to mice and birds. She tells me cute stories claiming they are her friends - and she even makes tiny clothes for them! Is your servant back home this hopeless? I am trying to work with her though, hoping she'll stop imagining things. People might believe she is insane..."
Lady Tremaine smiled as the judge spoke of precious things taking time to collect. "It is so true, your Honor," she replied as she held out the tray of sandwiches for him so he could have another snack before dinner. A blush colored her cheek bones when the Judge said their beauty would outdo any need for beautiful singing if they took after her. "Ah, you are too kind, your Honor," she replied with a laugh. "Anastasia resembles her father, my first husband. Druzilla have my colors, but her father's eyes."
She would have said more, but at this moment her daughters walked down the stairs and entered the living room in such a manner that Anastasia tripped and fell over her big feet. Druzilla shoved herself past her sister and managed to reach the Judge first. Lady Tremaine rubbed her temples as Druzilla reached out to shake the Judge's hand instead of allowing him to kiss her hand like she had tried to teach both her daughters.
"Unfortunately they have inherited their father's appearance," Lady Tremaine mumbled to the Judge as she took his arm and lead him to the dining room, offering him the seat next to her own, the seat where the Lord of the manor had resided when he was alive.
Turning to her daughters, she looked over at them. "Your honor, please allow me to introduce my daughters," she said. "The redhead is named Anastasia, and the darkhaired one is her sister Druzilla. Now the dinner is about to be served, so please be seated."
Post by Judge Claude Frollo on Nov 25, 2014 11:02:03 GMT -5
Frollo glanced down at Tremaine's hand as it graced his wrist. "I have not heard of mice and birds," he told her, "though he does have a fondness for the statues in his home. For the most part, I encourage him with proper study, but there is so much effort one can give to a fruitless cause."
Helping himself to a sandwich, the judge was pleased to see his flattery was having the right affect on his hostess. He was about to comment on her words when he heard a crash from the stairwell. Turning his head, he was just in time to see a red-haired girl pick herself up from the steps and adjust her gown. The second girl, clearly her sister, did nothing to help her and continued down the stairs with rolled eyes. As the eldest girl shook his hand, Frollo could see Tremaine squirm with discomfort. Doing his best to keep a pleasant smile, he steadied the girl's hand with his other and kissed her gently.
"She has a boyish spirit, I must say," he chuckled, hoping to pass it off as enjoyment. "Very energetic and welcoming. An honor, dear girl." After greeting the second girl, Frollo rose from his chair and followed Tremaine to the dinning area. He took the offered seat at Tremaine's right hand.
Frollo listened as he was properly introduced to the daughters. Anastasia was very homely, yet acceptable. Drizella, on the other hand,(horrid name, thought the judge) was far too nasally and her voice stung the old man's ears.
Post by Anastasia & Drizella on Nov 27, 2014 11:09:44 GMT -5
As dinner was being served the sisters spoke of their singing. I think we are good enough to be on one of those so called television shows Drizella stated. I would so rather sing at the ball Anastasia piped in, This type of topic was known to start an augment against the sisters on who was better at singing. After the dispute was settled only because their mother had to step in and remind them of their manors, they discussed yet another important topic. what they were going to wear to the ball and who would be joining them.
Anastasia making it clear that she wants to wear her pink dress, Drizella pounding her fist on the table yelling because she always wears the same dress and could careless about her appearance to begin with. Anastasia fires back with why do you care what I look like? I care because we are made to go everywhere with each other and I can't be stand to be seen with you.
Drizella then makes it all to clear who she wants to go to the ball with. I want to go with this tall handsome young prince charming. Anastasia has had enough at this point, all table manors go out the window. Why do you always get to choose first who you want to go with. What if I wanted a tall handsome young prince charming. they both cross their arms at the table.
Post by Cinderella on Nov 27, 2014 11:28:29 GMT -5
Cinderella being the one serving dinner she can't join in on the conversations at the table but only listen. Why would she want to be a part of the conversation though when her step sisters are at it again, fighting over who has the best singing voice or who they would take to the ball. Cinderella can only dream about that stuff knowing all to well that it would never come true.
After serving dinner she disappears into the barn with the animals. Why can't I be noticed? Shoving through the mouse hole Gus appears. What do you mean Cinderella? I mean why can't I be the one one that has the pretty voice or the one getting ready for the ball. Ohhh but Cinderella you do have a nice voice I listen while you clean. Cinderella pats little Gus on the head. At least somebody notices. Are you going to the ball Cinderella? Cinderella sighs a single tear rolls down her eye. I doubt Lady Tremaine will allow me to do such a thing. Even if she did I would need a fairy god mother or a miracle to help me get ready I could never attend like this. Gus looks at Cinderella aww such a shame.
Lady Tremaine listened as Judge Frollo spoke of his own servant having a fondness for the statues in his home. "I try to take Cinderella's mind away from her silly fantasies by giving her work to fill her days," she replied. "But as you say - it is a fruitless cause."
During dinner she noticed her two daughters showed off their notorious table manners - or rather lack thereof - again. Raising her hand she spoke to them in a motherly tone. "Girls, girls," she said. "Do not forget your manners. You are ladies, not servants..."
After seeing to that her daughters and Frollo had food on their plates, she helped herself to food, raising her brow in approval when the food tasted good. "You have outdone yourself today, Cinderella," she said, approval in her voice. "You may help yourself to a meal in the kitchen when the dinner is served and your chores are done. And as an extra reward, you may come with us to the memorial service after all - IF you can find a proper dress...."
After dinner she turned her gaze to the Judge again, a smile on her face. "I have heard that the King invites all young women in the Country to a ball," she said softly. "As a mother of two young daughters, I will have to go. Would you care to join me, as our guest?"
Post by Judge Claude Frollo on Nov 29, 2014 13:23:32 GMT -5
Frollo smiled as Tremaine spoke of giving her servant girl ample work to keep her mind from floating away into dream worlds. “I do not have the luxury of such things,” he explained. “My charge is kept in another part of the city, attending to an important task. I visit as often as I can but my duties as judge are often too restricting. I fear that the boy can only do what he is capable of. As long as he is tending to his tasks and obeys my teachings, there is little more I can expect. Sad, really, how the mind can corrupt it's owner to their own destruction.”
Sitting down to eat, the judge saw the daughter's manners in action. Their constant chatter over their horrid “talents” was excruciating to hear, yet he knew he would have to humor the females if he wished to stay on good terms with the hostess. He smiled softly when Tremaine reminded the girls that they were ladies and not servants. He waited for Tremaine to test the food before taking a helping. Overall, it was well done, if not a different fair than he was accustomed to as a holy man. He listened with interest when Tremaine gave Cinderella permission to attend the memorial.
“Whom are you remembering?” he asked with curiosity, dabbing his mouth with a linen napkin. “It is generous of you to allow all of your family to attend, even the staff.”
The offer to attend the ball as Tremaine's guest was the least desirable thing that Frollo could think of. High society puffery was never his cup of tea, as it were, yet he saw the potential in his business transactions with the royal court. “It would be my honor, My Lady,” he said with a bow of his head. “To an enchanting evening,” he added, raising his glass and waiting for the others to toast with him.
Having so many dreams crushed in the past Cinderella was delighted to hear that Lady Tremaine and the guest enjoyed the meal she had prepared. Looking at the step sisters she realizes that they are bickering so much that she does not expect a comment from them regrinding the meal. Memories flood back as she recalls why she started cooking in the first place Cinderella wanted to open her own restaurant. Her father always believed that Cinderella could do anything she set her mind too.
The next few words out of Lady Tremaine's mouth take Cinderella aback did Cinderella hear her evil step mother right? " you may come with us to the memorial service after all - IF you can find a proper dress...." Finding a proper dress will be nearly impossible in the short amount of time, after all Cinderella has worn what she considers as rags for as long as she can remember.
Taking the opportunity to eat the meal that Cinderella prepared she tries extremely hard to come up with a dress that would be presentable at her fathers memorial, she would do anything to give him one last proper good bye.
Rushing off to the barn Cinderella tells her animal friends the news, including her new friend Gus. Ww-e-ll Cinderella that's great. Cinderella pats him on the head and says if only I could come up with a dress in such a short amount of time. Gus taps his little finger to his head and says, I- G-ot Nn-othi-ng. Cinderella breaks down in tears realizing her opportunity to say good bye is slipping right from her fingers.She has not had the opportunity to leave the house since her father's passing. Cinderella needs a miracle.
Post by Anastasia & Drizella on Jan 6, 2015 12:49:27 GMT -5
Having a guest in our home is extremely rare, the sisters sit next to each other at the table making sure that the guest has a clear site of them. Mother always tells them to use their proper manners at the table so they both simultaneously take the napkin and fold it in their laps. Cinderella brings the food to the table and Drizella attempts to trip Cinderella so she would be the only one to make a fool of herself. Cinderella with her hands full carefully watches her step and is fully aware of Drizella attempt to make her fall as Cinderella hands the dishes to her sisters.
The sisters take a a bite and for once Cinderella has done something right both their mouths are watering. Out of no were there mother speaks You have outdone yourself today, Cinderella," she said, approval in her voice. "You may help yourself to a meal in the kitchen when the dinner is served and your chores are done. And as an extra reward, you may come with us to the memorial service after all - IF you can find a proper dress...."
Both the sisters mouths drop open in dismay did they hear their own mother right? But MOTHER she has never been allowed to attend anything with us she will make a fool of us all. She does not have the proper clothing nor will she borrow anything of ours.
Cinderella disappears out to her farm friends, MOTHER why are you allowing this what if Cinderella truly finds out what you did to her father so we could take over the estate. If she goes it's only going to give her the opportunity to dig deeper Our goal was to give her the opposite that her father did and that's nothing. She wants her own restaurant instead she can cook for us since that's her only skill, look at these floors. If you let her out in to the real world she is going to realize what she is missing and in return beg for more. Cinderella might see it as an opportunity to escape then what will we do.
Lady Tremaine listened as the Judge spoke of keeping his charge in another part of the city. She thought his way of keeping the boy occupied was smart and showed it by the smile she sent the Judge. "I am certain you do the best you can for him, Your Honor," she replied. "Please don't be too hard on yourself - the work you do for our society is very important - I know all too well how it feels to have to take the lead. Without people like you and me, this world would sink into oblivion."
She smiled faintly when Judge Claude Frollo asked who they were remembering. "My late husband," she replied as she neatly cut up her steak. "He died a year ago, and we are visiting his grave to pay our respects. The life of a widow is a lonely one, but luckily I am blessed with my two lovely daughter and my chores as the lady of the manor." She smiled when he spoke of her generosity to allow the staff to attend. "Well, she was close to my husband," she replied, without bothering to mention that Cinderella had been her late husband's daughter.
When Judge Frollo accepted her invite to go to the ball as her guest, she smiled and raised her glass to toast with him. "To an enchanting evening," she replied, taking a sip of her own cup. During the meal she pretended not to notice when Drizella attempted to trip Cinderella. She noticed the girls dropping their jaws in disbelief when she promised Cinderella she might come with them to the memorial service, knowing there would be a flood of protests once Cinderella had left the room.
As soon as the girls started yupping, Lady Tremaine raised her hand, as to stop them. "Girls, girls," she said calmly, sending them an ice cold stare as a smug smile crawled over her thin lips. "I said... IF...."
Outside the Tremaine Manor, not far away from the stables, green flames started bursting up from the ground. A woman in dark robes emerged from the flames. She was tall and slender, her dark hair was set up in a high hairdo making it look like she had horns. But this was the female hat fashion these days. Her skin was pale, and her eyes shimmered and shifted between bright green and yellow colors. On her left shoulder was a black raven, looking every bit as malicious as its owner.
The woman looked around at the place where she had arrived. In the distance she saw a house looking like a manor, and near her was something that looked like a stable. From the inside of the stable she heard someone crying, and her yellow eyes started shimmering as a wicked smile washed over her face. "Ohhh, listen to that," she said to the raven as she petted it. "Someone is not very happy... Let's see what we can do about it..."
And hopefully make it worse...
As the green flames slowly vanished, the woman stepped over to the stables and peeked inside. In the scarce light she saw a young girl crying, her thin shoulders shaking with each sob. The woman watched her for a couple of minutes while evil schemes started racing through her mind. If this young girl was as innocent as she looked, this could be fun. Tossing her cloak around her so the arms of her robes might look like wings, the woman put on her kindest face expression and made her way into the stables.
"Life can be so cruel, at times, can't it?" she said in her softest voice, hoping to appear sympathetic and kind. "Tell me, dear child, what sorrows burdens you so?"
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