Here we go. Sorta the story of Moulin Rouge, only not. *grin* The
basis of the story is that the reincarnations of Christian and Satine find
each other again, but they seem to be going down the same path as before.
But when they discover their past lives (not telling you how yet! *wink* I
don't want to give it away…) will they be able to do things right this
time? Please read and review, suggestions welcomed.
Oh yeah, and I don't own Moulin rouge or any characters from it, as much as I may think I own Christian. This story is mine and if you take it I will hunt you down! *snarl* Hehe ok, get reading!
So many people! Satine whirled around, trying to take in the immense amount of people around her. Boston was bigger than anywhere else she had ever seen and she just didn't know what to do with herself. She came from a small town in Connecticut and came to Boston to study at the School of Fine Arts, much to her father's disapproval, but her ailing mother had wished for it before her death from a rare genetic disease that could cause the heart to burst if under too much stress. She found her way through the crowded streets to her boarding house and entered in. Finding her room, Number 108, she searched her purse for the key and let herself in through the purple door with the multiple posters on it. She jumped when she found the room was already occupied. An extreamly short girl with short pink and platinum blonde hair, wearing huge jeans and a pink halter top with some explicit phrase written on it jumped up to greet her.
"Hey there girlie! The names Phoebe! Pleased to meet cha!"
"Hi, I'm Satine," she replied, somewhat startled by the small girl's exuberance. Glancing around the small room she noticed an easel and paintings posted around the room, some seemingly hand done, some prints. "So you are an artist, are you?"
"Yeah," Phoebe chirped, "I love to paint. What about you? I mean, most people in this school tend to have a certain area of art they enjoy."
"Oh, the performing arts, I guess."
"Well that's just wonderful! You'll fit in great here, by the looks of ya!"
Satine glanced down at herself. A corset top with jeans she had hand painted and glued sequins on herself and pink platform sneakers. Her hair was different lengths and textured down her back, varying in color from blonde to fuchsia to red, with deep auburnish brown roots. Her eyes, framed by dark eyeliner to create the "smokey" look, were deep blue and sometimes appeared purple in certain lights. She always did like to be a little flashy, she just wanted to be noticed. This was a huge deal back at home, but here she appeared more plain than most.
"So are ya coming tonight?" Phoebe broke in.
"Where?"
"The back to school Social! Duh!"
"Oh, well I guess so! What should I wear? My clothes wont all arrive until tomorrow!"
"No Problemo! I know just what we'll do!"
And with that Phoebe dragged Satine through Boston in search of the ultimate outfit for the night. Stopping at a strange little store with assorted scarves, skirts, jewelry, ect. the duo picked up a red and orange scarf and a necklace with a turquoise stone bound by a leather cord. They also stopped by a fabric store and bought a few yards of deep red fabric. They took all this home and went strait to work.
"This is where going to an arts school pays off." Phoebe sighed as she put the finishing touches on her ensamble. "Finished!" she exclaimed, and Satine whirled around to look in the mirror. The crimson fabric was wrapped around her body and pinned together in back, contrasting against her abnormally white but beautiful skin. The silk scarf was draped around her waist along side strands of gold beads. Her hair was pinned up behind another scarf, and the multicolored pieces of hair cascaded down the rest of her back from the loose ponytail on her head. Around her neck was the turquoise and leather necklace, however simple was just the perfect touch.
Off they went, Phoebe herself dressed in a green and pink slip dress with assorted necklaces and other jewelry. They arrived by taxi at the school main hall, dances were held. The base beat of the music could be heard from outside and the two girls hurried up to the door, paid, and entered the dance hall.
Oh yeah, and I don't own Moulin rouge or any characters from it, as much as I may think I own Christian. This story is mine and if you take it I will hunt you down! *snarl* Hehe ok, get reading!
So many people! Satine whirled around, trying to take in the immense amount of people around her. Boston was bigger than anywhere else she had ever seen and she just didn't know what to do with herself. She came from a small town in Connecticut and came to Boston to study at the School of Fine Arts, much to her father's disapproval, but her ailing mother had wished for it before her death from a rare genetic disease that could cause the heart to burst if under too much stress. She found her way through the crowded streets to her boarding house and entered in. Finding her room, Number 108, she searched her purse for the key and let herself in through the purple door with the multiple posters on it. She jumped when she found the room was already occupied. An extreamly short girl with short pink and platinum blonde hair, wearing huge jeans and a pink halter top with some explicit phrase written on it jumped up to greet her.
"Hey there girlie! The names Phoebe! Pleased to meet cha!"
"Hi, I'm Satine," she replied, somewhat startled by the small girl's exuberance. Glancing around the small room she noticed an easel and paintings posted around the room, some seemingly hand done, some prints. "So you are an artist, are you?"
"Yeah," Phoebe chirped, "I love to paint. What about you? I mean, most people in this school tend to have a certain area of art they enjoy."
"Oh, the performing arts, I guess."
"Well that's just wonderful! You'll fit in great here, by the looks of ya!"
Satine glanced down at herself. A corset top with jeans she had hand painted and glued sequins on herself and pink platform sneakers. Her hair was different lengths and textured down her back, varying in color from blonde to fuchsia to red, with deep auburnish brown roots. Her eyes, framed by dark eyeliner to create the "smokey" look, were deep blue and sometimes appeared purple in certain lights. She always did like to be a little flashy, she just wanted to be noticed. This was a huge deal back at home, but here she appeared more plain than most.
"So are ya coming tonight?" Phoebe broke in.
"Where?"
"The back to school Social! Duh!"
"Oh, well I guess so! What should I wear? My clothes wont all arrive until tomorrow!"
"No Problemo! I know just what we'll do!"
And with that Phoebe dragged Satine through Boston in search of the ultimate outfit for the night. Stopping at a strange little store with assorted scarves, skirts, jewelry, ect. the duo picked up a red and orange scarf and a necklace with a turquoise stone bound by a leather cord. They also stopped by a fabric store and bought a few yards of deep red fabric. They took all this home and went strait to work.
"This is where going to an arts school pays off." Phoebe sighed as she put the finishing touches on her ensamble. "Finished!" she exclaimed, and Satine whirled around to look in the mirror. The crimson fabric was wrapped around her body and pinned together in back, contrasting against her abnormally white but beautiful skin. The silk scarf was draped around her waist along side strands of gold beads. Her hair was pinned up behind another scarf, and the multicolored pieces of hair cascaded down the rest of her back from the loose ponytail on her head. Around her neck was the turquoise and leather necklace, however simple was just the perfect touch.
Off they went, Phoebe herself dressed in a green and pink slip dress with assorted necklaces and other jewelry. They arrived by taxi at the school main hall, dances were held. The base beat of the music could be heard from outside and the two girls hurried up to the door, paid, and entered the dance hall.
