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 Posted: Tue Jun 18, 2013 11:26 pm
The Phantom She's just so beautiful...
...I'll never amount to anything in the Opera Populaire.
If I can teach her to sing, maybe she'll fall for me...
...All I need is just one chance.
But she can never see my face, she wouldn't understand...
...But who would teach an orphaned chorus girl like me?
...Music is the only thing that makes sense... ...But love has no place in the opera...
Christine Eloise Mary Daaé, daughter of the famed Swedish musician, was orphaned at an early age. This brought the soul out of her beautiful, well-trained voice. Following the footsteps of a friend of her beloved father's, she found herself in an Parisian opera house as a chorus girl. Her rusty tone no longer holds beauty to be heard by anyone....but him. Somehow, he found the tone under all the heartbreak of the twenty-year-old, and decided to bring it back to life, desperate to bring her music and her heart right to...
The Phantom of the Opera The Singer
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Posted: Wed Jun 19, 2013 3:07 am
 Christine DaaéAge - 15The young girl sighed as she wandered through the halls of her new home once again. This Parisian dormitory was so different from the one back in Sweden. But then, everything about Paris was different: the people, the food, the smell. even the sky seemed to be different. Colors seemed brighter in France, and the women far more-
She flinched as a girl no older than she squealed and rushed into one of the male worker's arms, ducking into a dark room and giggling.
Promiscuous.
Pursing her lips in distaste, she tilted her nose up and kept walking, her hand on the wall as she searched for something new to see. 'These ugly green walls just keep n going forever,' she thought, moving on. Her slippered feet, balancing every now and then on her toes, stepped carefully as the hall began to darken, and she almost shivered in the new cold. Biting her lip, she continued onward. The walls changed further, turning a darker, uglier green, with tattered wallpaper and peeling paint. The wood floor was far less kept and much dirtier than earlier on, and it appeared as if no one had been down here in years. Yet still, she padded on. She'd heard stories about a silly ghost, but they weren't true. Ghosts didn't exist.
It wasn't like there was anything in this opera house that could hurt her...was there?
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Mayah Playah Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jun 20, 2013 12:22 am
 | Erik, the Phantom of the Opera | "Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation.
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination.xxx
Silently the senses abandon their defenses..." xxxxxPadding through the empty passages that were his playground, the dark shadow contemplated how to get the girl's attention. Just as he always did, the shadow known as the opera ghost was watching those who ran amok. This one girl, however, had caught his interest with music. She needed lessons, yes, as her music seemed so less open as music should be. Then again, she was always lighting that candle and he could always just start speaking to her there. Yes! That would be where her angel of music would visit and give her lessons that would expose her true potential even if only at night. She had practices and meals to attend during the day after all.
xxxxx"Christine," he called gently so as to catch the girl's attention. It was impossible for him not to know all of those little visitors to his theater's names after sneaking around for so long. Who wouldn't come to their name being called? Everyone had a curious bone in their body so she should grow curious as to who was calling her from the darkness she'd so willingly stepped into. And now that he had her attention, he just had to lure her deeper into the darkness to where she normally went to light a candle. That should be easy to do so long as he kept her attention by calling her name and slightly getting louder so she believed she was getting nearer to the voice.
xxxxxCalling her name again, he continued staying just out of sight yet close enough to keep an eye on the girl. She spoke to that girl Meg often enough that he usually overheard little comments he'd taken notes on. It was almost like her voice, however distant her voice was, understood what he'd lived and that was what he would play upon. She had potential, of course, and his music would come so beautifully from someone who understood. No one else listened to the monster who dreamed of happier times behind the mask. No one knew of the opera ghost's true identity...
"Slowly, gently, night unfurls it's splendor.
xxxGrasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender.
Turn your face away from the garrish light of day,
xxxturn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light
and listen to the music of the night." Mayah Playah (( Sorry if this is horrible... My brain is being mean to me right now. ))
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Posted: Thu Jun 20, 2013 12:36 am
Christine DaaéAge - 15Christine turned and gasped at the sound of her name. "What? Who's there?" she called, flicking her head around, searching for the area of the sound. Suddenly, she heard her name again. Following the voice, she blinked and stepped lightly. "I'm coming," she said, stepping a bit faster. It wasn't long until she was at last in the room where she would always light a candle for her father. Alone in the dank, dimly lit room, Christine padded to the candles, trying to remain in the light. "I'm here." Her call echoed into the darkness, her sweet, docile tone ringing out. Christine's blue eyes gazed around the room, until they stopped on the picture of an angel with a violin over the candles. "Papa?" she whispered, tilting her head, her curled blonde hair falling out of her braid. "Is that you? Have you brought my Angel of Music?" She was, of course, just being ridiculous. Papa was dead. He couldn't bring her a silly angel now...
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Mayah Playah Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jun 20, 2013 1:35 am
| Erik, the Phantom of the Opera | "Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation.
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination.xxx
Silently the senses abandon their defenses..." xxxxxSmiling lightly in the dark, Erik almost wanted to start laughing at how easy it was to get people's attention. Biting back his laughter, he spoke gently yet in something of a hum to the girl so as not to scare her. "You heard me, that's good. I feared you wouldn't and then where would I, your angel of music, be?" Taking a moment to go over his words, he inwardly shrugged to himself while leaning back against a wall. "I'm glad you came because I've heard it, but there is still much you must learn. I can teach you though, but you must follow my every instruction for I will be your guide. He wishes for you to excel after all, your father that is."
xxxxxHe wasn't entirely sure of this, but he'd heard Madame Giry, Meg and Christine speaking of her father, the famous violinist he was, and the angel of music often enough that he believed her father would be proud if she were to excel in music as he had. The opera ghost was supposed to be a musical genius and he was, so it was no lie that he was an angel of music. The only thing was never mentioned aloud was that he was an angel of music from hell. This was no real deception, but that of talent being discovered. At least that is how he saw it.
"Slowly, gently, night unfurls it's splendor.
xxxGrasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender.
Turn your face away from the garrish light of day,
xxxturn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light
and listen to the music of the night."
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Posted: Thu Jun 20, 2013 2:04 am
Christine DaaéAge - 15Hearing the voice closer than ever, Christine turned very slowly to where it was. In the dark room, she couldn't really see him, but she knew it was definitely someone otherworldly. How else would he know about her father? Everything was in Sweden, the French couldn't know about him. Then again, this person didn't sound French. He sounded like something else entirely.
"You want to teach me?" she asked the shadow, clasping her hands behind her back. The two hands gripped each other in an attempt to gain warmth, and the young girl shivered in her thin white nightgown. In the small candlelight, her growing curves were visible, her future as a curvaceous, beautiful female clear. Blonde hair now completely undone, she looked almost like the angel this man was claiming to be. Her curls that reached her thighs wound on and on, and her pale, pretty skin, yellowed by the candlelight, seemed as creamy and smooth as silk. At the tender age of 15, Christine Daaé was a beauty to be beheld, and only promised to grow.
The girl tilted her head in confusion at the shadow, then nodded. "My father...would have wanted it...please. Teach me." Her hands moved to her front, clasping before her small bosom. "Angel, please help me love music again as I did with my father." Dantes_river I also seriously love your ability to make posting formats. I've never been good at them. That's why my thingies are usually simple and boring.
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Mayah Playah Vice Captain
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Mayah Playah Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jul 07, 2013 5:12 am
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Posted: Wed Jul 10, 2013 3:24 am
| Erik, the Phantom of the Opera | "Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation.
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination.xxx
Silently the senses abandon their defenses..." xxxxxSlightly nodding in approval although it wouldn't really be seen in the gloom, the opera ghost inwardly sighed that she didn't really argue. "I wish to do so for I know of the beauty your voice can produce with the proper guidance, but you must obey my every instruction. I cannot guide those who do not listen and those who do not listen do not get the guidance they need to create more than just music. You can get the proper guidance to the beautiful art behind the music," he answered honestly, his eyes shifting over the girl's frame as if looking beyond the present and into the future. He'd have troubles with her future should men start catching her eyes. How to keep her obedient to him would come at a later time, when she actually began looking at them and they her, for he would not lose this talent. He would not lose this beauty standing before him. Brushing a hair briefly out of his face as it was covering the eye covered by his mask and that grew irritating quickly, he remained just out of her view so she would not know. She'd only know he was the angel of music who hid in the shadows, an angel teaching her the true beauty of music through words and lessons, if anything. "Is this clear to you? Will you follow my instructions to a tee?"
"Slowly, gently, night unfurls it's splendor.
xxxGrasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender.
Turn your face away from the garrish light of day,
xxxturn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light
and listen to the music of the night." Mayah Playah (( >///< I just throw crap together and hope it turns out alright. I can try making you some, but I'd need pictures, and a general idea of the persona of the character plus a bit of time to throw it together. ))
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Mayah Playah Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jul 10, 2013 6:17 am
Christine DaaéAge - 15Christine nodded, crossing her arms in front of her chest to stimulate warmth. She completely understood perfect obedience, having grown up with her fairly strict father, and then the Madame. Still though, so much would be invested in this. In several years, when she started caring about marriage and starting a family, she would still be under the Angel's command. Of course, though, he would release her when he realized she was old enough to settle down...right?
Clearing her throat, the soft-spoken Swede nodded again, her blonde curls bouncing fervently. "I will," she swore, shifting her feet ever so slightly. "I will listen, Angel. I will obey your instructions as perfectly as I can." She stepped towards him, leaning over a bit in an attempt to see him better. "Will...will I never see you, Angel? Are you to remain in the shadows for every lesson?" Dantes_river Well, what about Christine? I can try and and more pictures of her, and you already know her character pretty well.
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Posted: Fri Jul 19, 2013 2:35 am
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Mayah Playah Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jul 21, 2013 5:00 am
| Erik, the Phantom of the Opera | "Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation.
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination.xxx
Silently the senses abandon their defenses..." xxxxxSeeing the girl's movement to try getting a better look at him, he partly wished to retreat again into an even darker place yet merely stayed still. "One day perhaps, Christine, but not now, not yet. Since you have lessons with the Madame during the day our classes will have to be during the evening time and night although I'll be sure you have plenty of rest. It wouldn't be prudent of me to exhaust you after all. You must not doubt yourself of the things I ask of you and understand that with every wilted flower spawns a new bud," Erik answered in a gentle tone while being sure she didn't come much closer for a little while. No. He wished to be sure she didn't try anything funny before taking her down there. She'd be his voice and he her guide. Until they were on the same page as each other, two broken souls combined into one whole, she'd have to prove her loyalty to him. Smiling lightly in the shadows to himself, he hummed, "For now we'll start off simple and give tune to that we say. It's like the do-re-mi's yet not quite the same. With this we'll get your voice reacquainted with that you know. Even through despair there comes a brilliant glow. Once you find that glow, never let it go for music goes much deeper inside of your soul."
"Slowly, gently, night unfurls it's splendor.
xxxGrasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender.
Turn your face away from the garrish light of day,
xxxturn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light
and listen to the music of the night." Mayah Playah (( Yeah... I need at least two smaller pictures of her if you can find some. Sorry. I got distracted, and sick, and busy prepping for my trip to Florida this weekend. Hum-off initiated also. xD ))
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Posted: Sun Aug 04, 2013 2:14 pm
Christine DaaéAge - 15She listened carefully, then nodded. "Yes, Master," she said, stepping further away from him and giving him space. Her eyebrows were raised at his instruction. "I do not believe I under, Master. Do you mean I sing my speech rather than simply speak it?" she asked, pulling her hair over one shoulder and holding it in place. Dantes_river It's alright, I took forever to remember to reply anyway. I'll find those pictures, okay?
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Mayah Playah Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 05, 2013 2:50 pm
| Erik, the Phantom of the Opera | "Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation.
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination.xxx
Silently the senses abandon their defenses..." xxxxxInwardly slapping a hand to his forehead at the girl's response, he partly wanted to vanish in the gloom yet simply thought over his words. He had been pretty clear with what he said, so how had she not understood? "That is exactly what I meant. To make it more simple, I could give you a tune by humming something and you'd merely have to copy it," Erik responded gently in that smooth hum that could give people shivers if it was to be heard the way he let it out to Christine. She didn't deserve the anger and hate he directed at most of mankind. No, she was different from them. She understood what he felt even if her life hadn't gone the same direction as his had. She still understood him whereas no one else did. No one else listened. "Is that easier to understand?"
"Slowly, gently, night unfurls it's splendor.
xxxGrasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender.
Turn your face away from the garrish light of day,
xxxturn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light
and listen to the music of the night."
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Posted: Mon Aug 05, 2013 9:14 pm
Christine DaaéAge - 15She blushed, embarrassed at her incompetence. "I apologize, Master. I am not in my right mind tonight. You may have heard of those disturbances with the stagehands. They have... frightened me," she sang obediently, tilting her head at him. "If you live in this place, maybe you can tell me who scratched Pierre's face." She stepped to the side, gazing at his shadow curiously. "Angel of music, I am frightened, of what may come to take me. Will you protect me? Will you save me? Aren't you a guardian angel?" She shivered once more in the cold, bringing her arms up to hug herself and try to rub out the cold. Dantes_river Make take me a while, though... By the way, the most fun part of this is singing it out loud to see if I can fit it into a song from the musical.
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Mayah Playah Vice Captain
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Mayah Playah Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Aug 07, 2013 5:59 pm
Dantes_river When do you think the time skip should be?
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