[center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/53bef84c-82c8-4092-95ba-36cf70ec7742.png[/img][/center][center][h3][i][b]C[/b]hateau de [b]S[/b]ophie, [b]L[/b]obby | [b]A[/b]pril 14, 2012 (12:57 [b]PM[/b])[/i][/h3][/center]
[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0rrn5B_DXtw][sub]♫ The Bouncer OST - Aria Kaldea[/sub][/url]

	`I exist... because of [i]you[/i]...` Annabelle Joanne Taylor (known as 'Anna' in the media) thought to herself, deep in the ocean of an emotional introspect as she gently played the piano in the lobby of the Chateau de Sophie.

	The young woman was very attractive, with delicate features - a true feminine beauty - and a tender expression on her light Caucasian face. She looked quite young even without relying on make-up, being 'baby-faced' while still having features that would be considered rather 'hot' alongside being 'cute', which was helped by her noticeable womanly figure. Her sky blue eyes were warm, yet melancholy and deep at the same time; in fact, they had an expression as if she had many things on her mind that she was not saying.

	Despite the calm look on her face causing her eyes to appear small and even a bit sleepy, her eyes were actually known to be fairly big and expressive when she showed more excitable or troubled emotion, making her have rather dynamic facial features. Her hair was a strawberry blonde - appearing darker than it actually was due to the lighting - and was both long (almost down to her waist) and wavy. The hair at the front of her face was styled into large parted bangs -- the ones at the right being swept behind her ear - though a few bangs still sit in front of her ear and frame her face - while the ones on the left were draping down over her forehead and framing down the left side of her face; in fact, her left eye could easily have been covered by it if she wished. Some of her hair was hanging over the front of her right shoulder as well.

	With the sole exception of her black heels, none of her outfit was actually visible, because she was wearing a pale red winter overcoat with dark red trim and collar over her outfit, and the coat went down virtually to her feet. Though the coat was currently open - the temperature in the room was fairly comfortable, but still a little cool for her - the way she was seated at the piano would make it difficult to see her outfit, unless the person looking was going out of their way to see it. She was wearing a black mid-calf length cocktail dress with frilly spaghetti straps, and had her most cherished possession - a pair of small golden crucifixes attached to a thin golden chain - around her neck like always. As she played the piano, her black gloves were left off alongside a large white purse that was seated closely next to her.

	`No matter what happens next... I am [i]honoured[/i] to even be deemed worthy to [i]be[/i] here...` Anna thought to herself sincerely.

	While she continued to play gently, Anna turned her face to the side and noticed Simon, the bartender she had become acquaintances with - perhaps even friends with - stepping out of the hallway that led to the guest dormitory, with that funny young woman known as Paula following slowly behind him. For some reason though, Paula looked uncharacteristically melancholy. Simon [i]always[/i] had a sort of mystique and melancholy to him, even if he was always warm and sentimental -- very similar to Anna herself, in that sense. Simon seemed a lot more willing to goof around than Anna though, but then maybe... in [i]another[/i] life... she could have afforded to be more laid-back too.

	Anna guessed that the young man - well, she assumed it was a young man, but he almost looked like a [i]boy[/i] - who had recently arrived was now in his room. Anna had figured out from the moment the albino entered the room that he must be another one of the guests just like her, and she had been seeing Simon texting someone - presumably Paula - for hours on-and-off now. Throughout the conversation between the three at the bar, Anna had been listening, but she was also lost in her own world as she played, so she missed some of what they were saying. The bar was not too far away from the piano, but she would still have needed to pay attention to follow the conversation -- apart from Paula anyway, who nearly always spoke like she had no idea what an inside voice was.

	"Oh hey," Paula said, still seeming a bit melancholy, but then her voice perked up to its usual tone again, "you should let me take that, Simon. It [i]is[/i] my job, after all!" she said, smiling a bit.

	"Sure thing," Simon replied calmly, "thanks."

	After Simon handed Paula a drink, the soon-to-be caterer of Monsieur Bonaparte's estate was off to get an early start at her job -- sort of ironic, given how the girl was seemingly [i]late[/i] most of the time. Anna just continued playing the piano, really feeling like she could only be herself when she was doing so. It was an escape - a beautiful sanctuary - that allowed her to just get away from the rest of her life and really just completely be [i]herself[/i].

	For just a moment, Simon smiled at Anna as he listened to her play, and the young woman offered him a smile in return, nodding her head softly. Soon enough, everything would start. Who knew what would happen?