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Yay! The first Charles Dance Phantom roleplay!

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"The Phantom of the Opera with Charles Dance was originally a TV miniseries aired in two parts in 1990. Due to its quick popularity and following, it was released on VHS and later on DVD. It stars Charles Dance as the Phantom/Erik, and Teri Polo as Christine.

This story line differs from the usual in many ways:

1. NO RAOUL. The compitition is a Count, not Vicomte, and his name is Philippe. He and Christine knew each other for a brief time durring their childhood. Christine travelled with her father doing different kinds of work. They were working for a wealthy family which happened to be Phillipe''s, and that was how they met. However, Phillipe''s grandmother was angry that her grandson was friends with a poor girl and she sent Christine and her father away. I''m guessing them to be around 10-12 at the time.

2. Phillipe is a player. He finds sexy women and sends them to the Paris Opera to get ''singing lessons''. He does not go to the Opera for the music, but instead to be recognized and to find hot chicks to pick up, pretty much. He meets Christine soon after her father dies at a country fair and doesn''t remember her. However he thinks she bone-able and sends her to the opera house, unknowing that the manager has just been fired and the Opera House is under new management.

3. The opera house is owned by Carlotta and her husband. It was owned by Gerard Carrier, but he got fired because he was old or some such stupidity.

4. Erik has a DADDY! Gerard is Erik''s father. He fell in love with a ballet dancer and they had a sordid love afair and made a baby, but Gerard had a wife in America that he had seperated from, he couldnt'' get married again. His lady-love took a potion from a gypsy to loose the baby, hence Erik''s uglyness. She and Gerard took care of Erik in the cellars until she died. HIS MOTHER LOVED HIM. She thought he was beautiful. Erik did not know Gerard was his father.

That''s pretty much it...

Now, for the plot!


This RP shall take place after the movie is finished. I can hear you now! "But Erik died!" you say? No no no, we shall change that. Everyone thought he was dead, so Christine took off with Phillipe, and Gerard took Erik to be burried, only to find that he was still alive! *gaspshock*


THE PLOT

The time is two years after the end of the film.

Christine is living with the Count de Chagny, but their marriage is failing horribly and a seperation seems imminent.

Erik is living below the Opera House still, but has not made himself noticed and has stopped his OG antics. He''s still weak from the gunshot wound, and he''s kinda all depressed and slowly wasting away.

Christine and Phillipe go to see an opera and Gerard sees Christine. He''s just told her that Erik is still alive and has hinted to her that she should go below the opera and see him.


----Christine has snuck away from Phillipe and is about to go down below----



[From left to right: Christine, Gerard, Erik]



[Christine and Phillipe]


Characters

Erik - LadyWillow
Christine - Youko-Chan
Phillipe - Maneskinn
Carlotta - AVAILABLE
Gerard -



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Could I be Christine, please? Oh my god, that's my favourite Phantom movie of all time. O_O *clutches it* ;~;

[[[RP STARTING! All posts that are out of character should now be put in parenthesis! THANK YOU!]]]



Faust.


How ironic that it would be playing again in the Opera House. Erik could faintly hear the music from down below, deep in his cavernous house.

He listened only partially as he laid across the divan in his music room. His head rested on a pile of pillows, and he was covered to his underarms in a thick blanket-Gerard's doing.

But his father had gone out, and Erik was left alone to stew in his regrets and depression.

He hadn't died.

But sometimes, Erik found himself wishing that he had. Christine had been his! she sang for him that night, kissed his face, wept at the thought of his impending death!

And then she had left. But what else could she have done? She thought he had died.

By now, Erik was sure, she and the Count were happily married, maybe even with children. It had, after all, been nearly two years since that night...

So Erik listened. He listened to the impassioned singing of the cast, listened to Faust sing of his love...

He remembered when he and Christine sang this together... the world finally saw him...

And in one blinding moment, it had been stripped from him, along with the woman he loved and any strength he posessed.

Two years, and he was still so very weak...

Erik just listened. And remembered a time when he was sure God had granted him his time to be happy.

He listened, and told himself that God would never grant something so beautiful as Christine to something so monsterous as himself.


[[Christine's turn!]]

[[Neva ph33r, Christine is here! D: ...with latent, temporary mind-controlling powers over Gerard and Phillipe!]]

Ironic. Christine sighed, listening to the sound of Phillipe's sleeping form breathing steadily beside her. How ironic that I would run from a man that seemed so controlling, only to find myself married to an equally controlling man. She did not WANT to go to the opera house- not after what happened. But Phillipe insisted, saying there was "Great business oppurtinity there." Christine snorted. She knew thier marraige was going to the dogs, and Phillipe's renewed interest in the opera house could not be a good sign.

Morning came, and Christine was up and out of the room, fully dressed before Phillipe even began to stir. She wore the white dress she had worn to the bistro so many years ago, suprised it had still fitted her so perfectly. She ran her hand along the material sadly, thinking of who had originally given it to her. She pushed her glassy, blonde hair behind her.

"Good morning, my dear." Phillipe said, coming into the room. He looked at her dress and nodded appreciativley as Christine shook her head and turned away, putting the hair accessory on. "Are you ready to go to the opera?"

"Do I look like I'm ready, Phillipe? Go downstairs and wait for me. I will be down soon. Perhaps Gerard would be there. I would like to talk to him again..." Now it was Phillipe's turn to roll his eyes and walk away.

When Christine was finished, Phillipe had his carriage all ready to go. He helped Christine in, with a reproachful look from her, and got in after her, driving the horses to the opera. They rode in silence, Phillipe driving, Christine staring absent-mindedly into space, thinking. She wondered, how was Gerard these days? Certianly, he must still be mourning over the loss of his only son. Or so she thought.

A long ride in silence brought them to the gate, where Phillipe left his carriage and strode, hand-in-hand with a reluctant Christine, who was holding the corner of her dress up slightly to stop herself from tripping. "Good day, Jean-Claude." She said, walking by the guard. Phillipe simply nodded in his direction, leaving a very confused man behind the counter, waving questioningly.

Christine looked around, seeing very few familiar faces, when; "Gerard!" She exclaimed, pulling out of Phillipe's grasp. She walked over to the old man, now using a cane. "Oh, how have you been? I have been worried about your health!" She said. She noticed his hair was slightly whiter, and he had the cane, but he didn't look much worse for wear. "I'm so glad to see that you look alright!"

By this time, Phillipe was chatting animatedly with a few actresses who recognized him, one of them twirling her fingers in his light, chocolate-coloured hair. Christine shook her head in disgust and turned back to Gerard. "So... how are you coping...?"

Gerard looked at her in suprise, and then realized she hadn't been informed yet. "Christine... Erik... he's still alive, living down below."

[[ :B Awful first post, yes, and long, yes, but... hey, it's done. D: ]]

Christine's hands flew to her mouth in shock. "What are you talking about, Gerard?! I saw him! I SAW him!" She cried hysterically. "He... he was... there was blood everywhere!"

By this point, Phillipe and the mass of women surrounding him turned, Phillipe's eyebrow cocked, as if to ask without words, What are you doing? TRYING to ruin everything? Christine shouted at him. "Phillipe! You don't understand! This is much more important than your dancers!" She turned her back on him.

"Christine... come to me..." A voice said weakly.

Christine gasped. "Gerard... is that really him?" He nodded. "Oh, god! He sounds terrible!"

"The bullet did him great damage, Christine." He said lightly, acting as if Christine did not just shout at Phillipe.

Christine looked at the vent, and ran towards the wooden door that lead to where she had stayed for so long during her occupation at the opera. As she reached out to put a hand on the door, someone grabbed her wrist. She turned, to see Phillipe.

"Christine..." He said with a pained look. "Christine, you can't go back down there. What happened to you saying that he'd never let you go? Stay with me. I forbid you to leave."

Christine wrenched her arm out of his grasp and gave him an agonized look. "Phillipe... if you still love me, you'll let me see him. It isn't fair, what happened to him. I have to go see him. You don't understand." She kissed his hand. "I'm sorry. I have to go." She wrenched open the door and, holding up a section of her dress, ran down the stairs, starting her journey down below.

Phillipe stood there, dumbfounded, and gave Carriere an incredulous look, who shrugged.

Christine looked around wildly, trying to remember how to get down below. She ran over to where the candelabra used to be that Erik would pick up, and then lead her through a stone doorway that would open. She spotted it, covered with two years of dust, and yanked it out of where it sat. Striking a match, she lit some of the longer candles, and scrabbled at the stone that had once moved to admit her entrance. She stepped on a stone by accident, jarring it to the side. The stone moved, and she jumped back.

She cautiously entered, looking about nervously. As she began to decend the steps in the hall that lead to "down below," she began to call out nervously. "Erik...? Can you hear me? Erik?"

[[Okay, so... I invented another hallway. D: That entrance... didn't it lead to thier practice-room? ....oh, well. D: I'd figured that the entrance that she escaped from got blocked off... 'cause I remember her saying that she wasn't sure she would be able to get back down... bah. Yeah.]]

[[*blasts Think of Me* :O W00t We're gettin' somewhere now!]]

Christine turned, startled, at the sound of Erik's voice. She looked around before spotting him. "Erik!" She said, suprised. Hurrying over to him, she stared. "My god, Erik... you don't look so well, still." Pausing for a minute, she continued. "How did you survive? I was sure... the blood... you..."

Christine sighed. "I missed you as well, my maestro." She said, with a hint of a smile on her face. "How you lived is not an issue. I should just be grateful that you did..." She put a hand on his shoulder. "Do you want to go lie down and relax, and tell me what you've been doing all this time? If you want, I'll sing for you." She smiled, a little bit sadly.

[[sure thing ^_^]]