une petite voix

mélanie fleury. twenty-two. circus performer. french.

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elodietaylcr:

“Hi, excuse me.” Elodie jogged to catch up to the person with a clipboard. She had intended to only get students from NYU, but her professor had said that they needed a wide variety of subjects. “I’m so sorry to bother you, but would you be interested in taking a quick survey? It’s for my Psychology class.”

Mél had her hands in her pockets as she walked, eyes taking in everything she saw in front of her in an attempt to become more familiar with it all. She was so focused on it all that she barely heard the voice that piped up behind her. It wasn’t until halfway through the girl’s words that she focused in on them and realized they were directed at her. “Pardon? Sorry, I was a bit distracted.” Normally she might have just kept walking, but she had to remind herself sometimes to try something new.

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turn off’s?

People with huge egos or who believe they never make mistakes. Too much aggression. Disinterest in making conversation.

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What's your Hogwarts house?

I can’t say that I am sure. Perhaps Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff? I’ve never properly tried to figure it out.

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What is your most embarrassing moment?

Once I was showing a new trick to a friend and I fell right out of the hoop and landed very loudly on the ground. She got it on video. I have not heard the end of it.

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psjett:

“France? Guau, traveled a long way to get here. I’m from Salt Lake City, Utah,” he spoke pushing the hair that had fallen in his face. “Trust me, I do too. It’s hard to be independent when you have no idea where you’re going,” he chuckled.

“Ouais, it was quite a trip. How far away is Utah?” Despite at least knowing that it was in the same country, Mél had no sense of the distances within the country itself. “Exactly! You can’t just head off to n’importe où without having figured out all the details.” She shook her head in frustration over the situation.

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anniefyncanhappen:

“I can relate that.” Annie said, laughing. She remembered when she started to go out alone, she was as lost as an ant. “There is no need to thanks, I understand this feeling. So come on.” Annie started to walk, when stopped abruptly. “Oh wait, I didn’t introduce myself. I am Annie, Annie Lau.” She said, giving her hand to her for a handshake. 

Mél smiled at the other girl before beginning to follow her, feet stopping a second behind those she trailed. “Oh, of course. It’s nice to meet you, Annie. I’m Mélanie. Mélanie Fleury.” She put her hand out to meet the one that waited for it.

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lucienfleuryx:

“Ah, d'accord. Félicitations, Mel. Je suis fier de toi, tu sais.”  Luc leaned forward on his elbows as he debated on whether or not to come clean. This was his sister, whether or not they came from the same birth parents, she would be able to tell if he was keeping something from her. “J'ai quelque chose à te dire.”

“Merci. Et....j’sais. C’était un coup de chance que c’était un contrat ici.” Mél sighed. Sometimes it was hard to remain angry at someone who remained so supportive. But she still was, just perhaps with a little less fire than before. Until his next words, of course. Straightening up in her chair, Mél fixed her gaze on her brother. “Bah, j’espère que t’as une explication pour tout ce qui s’est passé.”

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deltasimone:

“Anyone can open up a cafe, but not everyone can open one of quality,” she stated. Delta nodded. “Mhm. It’s not bad at all.” She smiled at the other woman and saw her tuck her map away. “It’s no problem. I am happy to help,” she said. “I assume you’re pretty new to the city. How long have you been around here for?” the blonde asked as she began leading her. “Oh. I’m Delta, by the way.”

“That is very true.” One of the things Mél had already realized she missed fiercely were the small cafés she so loved to tuck herself into for a drink while she chatted with friends or read a book. “Thank you, again. I am. It’s been five days, I think?” She hadn’t been counting as precisely as she might have normally. “It’s nice to meet you, Delta. I’m Mélanie.”

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frankeananny:

Mason smiled looking at her. “ Of course it isn’t, but it’s something I keep my eye on, as sad as it is, not everyone is good and there are some bad people out there. “ He replied looking at her as Jared holds his sippy cup up wanting to show her.” Nice to meet you, Melanie, I am Mason, and this is Jared.”He replied as she shakes her hand gently.

Mél nodded. “You are right. Not everyone has good intentions in this world.” She looked back down at the small child, who reminded her of cousins’ little ones back home, who she had always loved playing with. “Wow, look at that!” She smiled brightly at the small boy before looking back up. “It’s lovely to meet you both.”

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TMI TUESDAY

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lucienfleuryx:

“Quelque chose aurait été mieux que rien, Mél.” He rolled his eyes right back. At her next words, his eyebrows rose higher. "Ouais, que s'est-il passé?“

“Peut-être. Mais j’peux rien changer maintenant.” Mél tapped her fingers lightly on the table, rolling the rhythm from one finger to the next. “J’ai reçu un contrat avec un cirque ici. C’est pour quelques mois, au moins.” She pressed a piece of hair behind her ear, leaning back in her chair as she spoke. Again, it was the truth. It had just been very lucky timing.

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lucienfleuryx:

“Un appel téléphonique ou un texte aurait été bon.” Luc responded in their native language, the people around them didn’t need to know what their problem was. He finally stopped fidgeting with the napkin, setting it aside. He leaned forward on his elbows, looking at her with slightly raised eyebrows. He had missed her as well, so much. And he felt terrible that he didn’t tell her the actual reason he had come here too. 

Mél rolled her eyes before looking directly at him. “Bah, ouais. Je pouvais dire quelque chose comme ‘Oh coucou Luc, je sais qu’on a pas parlé pour des mois, mais je viens à New York maintenant donc tu veux prendre un café?’ Comme ça?” She couldn’t hide the bitter note in her voice and a lifetime of living among people who were generally up front about their opinions kept her from even trying. “En plus, c’était très vite que ça s’est passé.” It wasn’t the greatest explanation, but she wasn’t sure what else to offer.

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anniefyncanhappen:

As she saw that foreigner girl struggling she couldn’t do anything but try to help her. Annie was seeing all places that she marked until she found something weird. “Oh no wonder, this route is just for buses. Pedestrian should use this route.” She said, pointing on map where should she go. “And you can find a good café nearby here.“ She finished, pointing it on map. “If you are that lost I could take you there, if that’s okay.”

“You know, I really hate maps sometimes.” Mél sighed, ever thankful for the helpfulness of strangers. She pulled a pen out of her pocket and marked the route the girl pointed out, followed by the café she mentioned as well. “That would be wonderful, actually. Thank you.”

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lucienfleuryx:

Luc was quiet and uncharacteristically looked like he was mad. He fidgeted with the napkin, unwilling to look at his sister. “When were you going to tell me that you’re here?” He asked, his tone quiet. He knew she hated that he left, thats why they barely talked since he left home. But he never thought she’d move here without telling him.

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Mél watched her brother’s hands, focusing on the bending and straightening that came with their movement. She didn’t want to admit how much she had missed him in the months that had passed. Some part of her wanted him to suffer a little bit, wanted to know that he was as taken by surprise and as hurt by the sudden change as she had been when he left. It was hard for her to find the words she wanted. “I wasn’t sure how to.” That much was the truth. As hard as it was to say why she had really come, it had been even harder for her to imagine how she would tell him that she was there, no longer an ocean away.

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naomi-winters:

“There are decent cafés everywhere, trust me. There’s one about a block from here?” Naomi suggested. “My personal favorite is about 5 blocks from here.”

“Perhaps I am just looking past them. New cities are overwhelming, especially here. But there is one that close?” Mél pulled out a pen and flipped to an empty spot on the back of the map. “What’s the name of that one? The one you like?”

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cairexless:

Her work at By Chloe done for the day, Caireann had immediately thrown her apron off and sped out the restaurant doors, eager to leave. She’d been craving a soy mocha frappuccino all day, and it was high time she got one. She made it just a block away from her favorite coffee shop, however, when she spotted a woman looking frustrated and quite honestly, lost, standing on the sidewalk. Hearing her muttering to herself, Caireann decided to be a decent human being for once and help her out. She only decided to do it because Caire was going to the same place and she herself, knew what it’s like to be lost in New York. It was overwhelming and scary and beyond infuriating.

“Hey,” she said, her Irish brogue prominent but not too understandable, as she approached the brunette, “Sorry to overhear, but I’m heading over to Stumptown - it’s a coffee shop just a short block from here. If you wanted, I could take you there?”

Looking up from the item in her hands, Mél raised her eyebrows and gave the other girl a soft smile. “That sounds wonderful, actually.” It took her a moment to place the difference in the voice that had greeted her. “You don’t sound like you are from here either.” It was still strange for her to realize that she could be an ocean away from where she was used to and hear vaguely familiar accents from her travels closer to home. Strange, but comforting. She felt a little less self-conscious about her own ever-present accent than she had in the days since she had arrived.

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carlottarocher:

“Have you tried Cornelia Street Cafe yet? That’s the closest good one without leaving the Village that I can think of. Their weekend brunch in particular is fantastic.”

“I haven’t, no. It’s not far from here? I don’t think I’ve even had brunch yet since I arrived. It does sound rather nice, though.”