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 Posted: Wed Aug 07, 2013 8:45 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..." xxxxx"Dear sweet child, none shall harm you. Your angel remains close to your side. Just listen and do as I tell you, that's where safety resides. Ignore and not heed my warnings, and safety will not follow you. Listen and obey my instructions, and I shall protect you," Erik responded while watching the girl's every movement carefully. Perhaps he should send her back now so as not to freeze or catch a cold so soon. And okay, perhaps he avoided her talk of what was happening in the theater, but he didn't want her to know of all of his secrets. It was best to remain vague for now and the night seemed to be passing so quickly. It was best she rested and remained healthy. "Listen, my dear, to your angel of music. The hour grows late and you cold. Your angel does not want you get sick nor weary, go now and rest in your bed. I shall return for you tomorrow, we will continue then. Rest well tonight, my dear sweet child. Sleep in comforting peace. Your angel will always guide and protect you, remaining there inside."
"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 was doing the same thing. xD Get out of my head! I was just about to ask if we should do that soon. Since you asked first, however, I went ahead and sent her to bed for the night so we could timeskip. ))
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Posted: Wed Aug 07, 2013 8:56 pm
 Christine DaaéAge - 15She nodded at his instructions, smiling at him. "Angel, I hear you. Speak, I listen. Always, I will obey you. And now tonight, while I lay sleeping, in my dreams, I will see you," she replied, backing away and curtsying lightly. "Goodnight, my Angel of Music," she sang sweetly before turning her back to him and padding out of the room.
On her way to the dormitories, thoughts of her angel plagued her mind. His voice, so noble and strong, reminded her of her father, in a way. The Angel of Music, her special guardian, had chosen to protect her through-out her life at the Opera Populaire. She would no longer be alone. She was chosen. She was protected. She was loved. And once Christine slipped into her bed, her eyes closing as warmth surrounded her, she could've sworn she heard a lullaby, helping her drift into sleep.Dantes_river Perfect! You want to timeskip seven years, or should I?
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Mayah Playah Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 9:16 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 9:14 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..." xxxxxGetting her response made the phantom feel warm on the inside. Watching her leave, however, was heartbreaking as he wished she would stay longer to listen to him. He just wanted someone to hear as he did and for once in his dark and lonely existence someone had finally told him to speak as they listened. Using his passages hidden about the theater, Erik followed the girl to be sure she got to her destination safely. Seeing that she had and was safely in the comfort of her bed, he began a soft humming to help her sleep through the night while fidgeting with his gloves nervously. For how long would she actually obey his instructions and heed his warnings? Did she honestly mean as she said?
xXxXxOnce certain she was asleep, his voice came to a halt completely before he vanished into the darkness of his tunnels once more. He had work to do after all.
"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 (( You may do the honors. ))
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 9:27 pm
Christine DaaéAge - 15Hearing a light humming as she curled up in her bed, the small blonde sighed softly, grateful for the protection she finally felt. It was as if her beloved father was back with her, and that once again, her life was hers to control. However, in the back of her mind, the girl knew that she belonged to him. She would always belong to him. Dantes_river Alrighty. After I post this, I'll do the time skip, then post her again, older!
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 9:29 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 9:44 pm
♫Christine Daaé♫ Little Lottie dreams of everything... "Child of the wilderness, born into emptiness, learn to be lonely. Learn to find your way in darkness. Who will be there for you? Comfort and care for you? Learn to be lonely. Learn to be your one companion. Never dreamed out in the world there are arms to hold you. You’ve always known your heart was on its own! So laugh in your loneliness, child of the wilderness. Learn to be lonely. Learn how to love life that is lived alone," sang a pretty young woman with long blonde girl as she skipped down the halls of her home for the last five years. It seemed like only yesterday she was given the sheet music to such a bittersweet song, gently ordered to learn it. Of course, that was years ago, when she was first visited by her wonderful teacher. With a giggle, the woman turned another corner into the opera-house, quickly finding herself in that familiar place between the upper levels and those tunnels she learned to navigate.
"Master?" she called softly as she pushed open a final door, looking around the abandoned stage for that shadow she'd come to expect. She shivered in the stale, cold air, her slender, pale body scantily clad in the slave costume given to the chorus girls. She crossed her arms over her belly, trying to find warmth. Not seeing the shadow in the audience, she looked up to the closest box, Box Five, tilting her head slightly. "Master, please don't be cross with my being late. La Carlotta kept us all there longer than usual because of her dress and I wasn't permitted to break away, and when we were released, I... I couldn't even change into normal clothes. I'm so sorry, I'll try harder to come on time, Master, I promise." ...and of nothing.
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Posted: Sun Aug 18, 2013 12:32 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..." xxxxxKeeping as patient as was possible for him, the opera ghost and tutor of the young girl had his feet set up on the little railing that was supposed to keep people from falling over. His fingers were tapping away on imaginary keys as if a piano were in front of him and when he'd hit that snag on what note to play next, he hit his fist against his leg. That prima donna La Carlotta's irritating voice was throwing his compositions off and thus his genius. If she wasn't as pampered as she was, he would've strung her up by her pretty foreign neck. It was then his angel of music called out to him that snapped him out of his dark thoughts, his feet quickly dropping from the banister.
xXxXx"There you are, my dear. I was beginning to fear the worst, but yes... I know of the prima donna and her ways. All is well so long as you are able to come to me in one piece. Were you singing on your way here?" he responded as he he stood up in the shadows of Box Five. It was his place to watch his performances. Fortunately, his place in this box was one of the more comfortable places to be seated at which made it his favorite. He could pretend to be normal up here without anyone ever knowing him personally. Alright, that wasn't exactly what he wanted, but it was close to what he wanted.
"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: Sun Aug 18, 2013 2:51 pm
♫Christine Daaé♫ Little Lottie dreams of everything... She let out a small noise as she heard her angel's reply, not expecting his familiar boom from Box Five for some reason. With a sigh of relief, she clasped her hands behind her back and nodded up at his shadow. "Of course, Master. I wanted my voice to be warmed up by the time I came to you so as to not delay our lesson further." With a shiver, she rubbed her left forearm with her right hand lightly. "Although, I still wish I had found the time to change out of this ridiculous costume. I look like a common prostitute, and I'm freezing!" With a sigh, she released herself and returned her full attention to the shadow. "Now then, I spent last night practicing that pretty piece you asked me to learn from the opera, Think of Me. It is beautiful, Angel, but I still don't understand why you've asked me to learn it."
Under the small light trained on her, the girl seemed to shine. Her long glossy hair seemed golden, the curls perfectly pinned back and reaching just below her waist. The feminine curves, uncovered in the skimpy costume, well befit the pretty twenty year old, her hour glass figure well coveted by the women of the day. Even her adoring smile directed towards her master seemed especially beautiful today. It was clear that the girl had grown into a stunning beauty, but to be at this age, and with no one even in her sights in marriage? How strange! ...and of nothing.
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 12:55 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..." xxxxxGiving a slight nod at her answer of singing on the way here, he crossed one arm over his chest as the other partly lifted so his chin was set between his pointer finger and thumb as if in thought. "Try not rushing yourself so much. I had a feeling you may be a little late and so I didn't get impatient with you. 'Tis not your fault after all. Your angel of music watches over you after all. If you rush yourself, however, you get pitchy and winded. That can ruin you, Christine," he advised while briefly snapping his fingers at the space in front of him. As if by magic, a few candles sparked to life and showed a light coat set upon the stage as if he'd made it appear out of nowhere for her.
xXxXx"Good. I wish for you to perform it for me seeing as you've warmed up your voice on your way here. All shall be revealed in due time, but for now, we practice as we listen and feel the music. Your father would be proud of your progress," Erik smiled as he sat back down on the chair he'd been sitting in patiently earlier. It was enjoyable being in her presence for these last five years and so he had decided. She would be allowed to enter his home in this lifetime. Spinning a rose he had set into the chair beside him, he could feel himself humming softly in a way that wasn't as sad or lonely as he used to. Christine did everything the phantom asked her to without question. She was obedient and wonderful, kind and caring as always.
"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 Aug 22, 2013 1:17 am
♫Christine Daaé♫ Little Lottie dreams of everything... Beaming up at her master for a second, she flew forward to take the coat, pulling it on over her costume eagerly. "Thank you, Master!" Once the warmth spread to her toes, she took a deep breath and gazed out at the seats. "I am ready," she whispered out to the people she imagined, dressed to the nines and waiting to hear her sing. She took a step forward, her costume transforming into the elegant gown she had seen La Carlotta don for the number.
"Think of me, think of me fondly when we've said goodbye. Remember me every so often, promise me you'll try. On that day - that not so distant day, when you are far away and free, if you ever find a moment, spare a thought for me. And though it's clear, though it was always clear, that this was never meant to be, if you happen to remember, stop and think of me. Think of august when the trees were green. Don't think about the way things might have been. Think of me, think of me waking, silent and resigned. Imagine me trying too hard to put you from my mind. Think of me please say you'll think of me, whatever else you choose to do. There will never be a day when I won't think of you!" The note filled the room, the music swarming all around her in her shining dress, her buxom chest heaving from the note itself at the song's climax. At that moment, Christine was a prima donna, far better than La Carlotta. ...and of nothing. Dantes_river If you don't want him to sing Raoul's part modified for him, then just keep him soft so she can finish the rest of it.
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 2:15 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..." xxxxxContinuing to lightly spin the rose in his hand, the phantom listened as he always did to that sweet melodic voice that was like a light that'd called into the gloom of his dark despair. As the song came to that brief interlude of just music, his humming had continued on along with the music. "... She may not remember me, but I remember her," he hummed lightly while standing up and peering over the edge at the woman. She was indeed the one he needed to make his songs take flight as his insides were doing.
xXxXx"I will let the world hear you instead of that prima donna," Erik purred to himself while awaiting to see how she would end the song. His lessons had indeed brought life to her voice once again and it was beautiful.
"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 Aug 22, 2013 2:30 am
♫Christine Daaé♫ Little Lottie dreams of everything... She continued on, taking a step closer to the audience. "Flowers fade. The fruits of summer fade. They have their season so do we. But please promise me that sometimes you will think - ah-ah-ah! ah-ah-ah! ah-ah-ah-ah-ah - of me!" At the part where she exercised her vocals, Christine shone like a star. Her pitch was perfect, her tone loud and clear. At the great high note, her hands rose, her eyes to the chandelier, feeling her entire body buzz. When her final note was sung, she bowed her head and calmed her breathing before glancing back up to her Angel, already hearing the sounds of applause start to fade.
"Did I please you, Master?" she asked, fingers no longer holding her coat closed as the song had warmed her. "Did you like it?" ...and of nothing.
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 4:16 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..." xxxxxGiving a brief clap while smiling, the phantom tossed the rose across the rows of empty seats with a little black ribbon tied up in a neat little bow around it. "You have indeed made me proud. Surprisingly, for that particular song, I have no advice to give as you nailed it. Bravo. It was very magnifique," Erik responded as it was honestly how he felt. As he'd thought, she succeeded in singing the song from Think of Me. It had just flowed so smoothly that he couldn't wait to expose it to the world. His music would be heard and her voice would give it flight. This was true success.
"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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