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 Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2005 10:35 pm
Erik took Christine's hand and lead her down the dimmly lit hallway for a moment or two in silence, before the candles' flames seemed to grow in height and brightness the farther they went. He glanced back at the sweet angel that followed him...that completely surcome to him. His heart ached with happiness and his imagination soared at the very idea of her shining face in his lair. She could knock the finest of vases over with a wink of her eye she was that stunning. His heart pranced about in his chest, but he remained very mysterious and gentle all the while, so not to scare her away.
Christine's hand was warm and soft, much like whipped cream placed a top a hot pie fresh from the oven. Her very presence heightened every blissful sensations...the sound of her breath, the touch of her hand, the smell of her perfume...it was all too much. He had to make haste back to his lair, yerning to show her his domain and sing the song that echoed through his heart and into her dreams while she slept...his Music of the Night...
Erik looked over his shoulder to see her curious face blush a rosey red and her cream skin to shiver gently from excitement and anticipation. Anticipation for what, they were both unsure, but whatever it was they both felt their souls preparing for it.
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2005 6:24 pm
As Christine walked behind her angel, she had an impulse to sing. She always did when she heard his voice. She had to sing for him. Music and words seemed to flow into her mind as she walked her delicate hand inside of his, she wanted to please him, so she took a breath and becan to sing.
"In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came. That voice which calls to me, and speaks my name. And do I dream again for now I find. The Phaaantom of the opera is there, Inside my mind."
She looked deeply into his eyes and face for a moment. She had to learn more about him, this myterious creature had caught her facination, her attention and her mind. Yet she couldn't help but look behind her, they had traveled deep below her room, she couldn't help but wonder if she would see her room again. But then again...would it matter?
((Woot woot...singing the song we have all come to love and enjoy....one of the things I was looking forward to in this Rp ^-^))
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2005 7:17 pm
Erik was washed over with warm, inspiring feelings. His heart beat a hastened tempo that echoed violently in his chest. Impure, perverse thoughts swirlled through his mind as her voice taunted him more so than before. The monster inside him swelled and temped his soul to act on his hidden emotions. His heart beckoned him to woo first, rather than defile her. The last thing he wanted was for her to be afraid of him, so the best thing to do was to win her over and have her completely surcome to him.
Sing once again with me; a strange duet. My power over you, grows stronger yet...and though you turn from me to glance behind, the Phantom of the Opera is there, inside your mind...
Now weither or not he sung those words or if they simply wrote themselves in his head, he could hear it as if from his own mouth. The sound of it, the rhythem, the perfection of his own tone.
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2005 7:41 pm
Christine turned her face back to him as he sang, oh he had such a beautiful voice....his voice filled the room around them, and just entranced her as she continued to sing.
"Those who have seen your face, draw back in fear, I am the mask you wear.....Your spirit and my voice in one combine, The Phantom of the opera is here....inside my mind. Hes there, the Phantom of the Opera..."
After she sang these words to him, she began to sing notes that got higher untill she hit a high C......she didnt want to sing much higher than that, because she couldnt hit much higher than that, she just felt she had to sing for this man who inspired her voice, to show him how well she could sing after all the lessons he had given her.
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2005 7:52 pm
"Sing my for me my Angel of Music!" His voice echoed through the stony walls just as much as hers did. How perfect she was, even if she couldn't hit some of the higher notes. That would come in time. They found themselves in a small boat on a glass lake. Pillars standing from the water created corridors that seemed to be endless. Erik stood on the back of the boat and powered it with a long stick. Christine's voice bounced off the walls of those corridors and sent shivers down Erik's strong back. His every hope and every prayer rested on her now. Only she could free him from his imprisoned mind and help his song take flight.
She was so lovely and tempting. He couldn't let her slip away from him. Christine was the only one who could provide him with the Heaven that he longed so much for.
"Sing for me~!"
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2005 3:32 pm
Christine heard his command and was able to hit a few notes higher and then she stopped. They had hit a shore. The boat didnt jolt at all when it hit the shore, her Angel had perfect controll on it. She sat there in the boat in a daze, looking at the flickering candles, they were dazzling and there must have been at least a hundred of them! Christine could distincly see an organ, a beautiful, polished organ with what appeared to be sheet music on it. She wondered if he had composed the music himself, afterall, he had taught her to sing, wouldn't it be fitting if he had written a song to entertain himself? She turned her head around, brushed her curly, shining hair out of her face and looked into her angel's eyes, and just stared at him for a moment, her eyes full of exitement and wonder and then asked quietly and innocently,
"Angel.....where are we?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2005 7:05 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2005 7:18 pm
Christine, being the naturally curious girl that she was, couldn't help but read the paper on the next, he stoped right next to it, she couldnt help it! She smiled as she read it, for she knew it was for her, it was a beautiful poem indeed...but she quickly looked away after reading it, for she didnt want to embarass him if he didnt want to show it to her, her smile widened when she looked back at him, she wanted to be with him always, to read and sing his work with him. Her eyes spakled in delight as she turned her attention around the room agian, it was beautiful! There was a bed in one corner, and she was able to see even more candles when she was out of the boat. She looked back into Erik's face, she couldnt help her curiousity once again, she had to know what was behind his mask, she would do nothing yet, she would wait.
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Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2005 9:11 am
"Christine!" Meg called down the hallway. "Christine, where are you?" She headed towards her room. The Vicomte had wanted to speak to her after the performance, but no one could find her. She'd said she was going to her room... but when Meg slowly opened the door of the darkened room, it didn't seem like anyone was in there. She frowned as she looked about, and her suspicions were confirmed. The room was empty. There was a bit of light though... coming from a crack, where... The mirror! It was opened like a door would be! Meg hurried over there to investigate it. "My god, what is this?" She thought. She looked through the mirror on the other side, and discovered that one could see perfectly into Christine's room through it. She gasped. How indecent! Then her thoughts turned to the long, dark corridor. "What if Christine is in there?" She was torn between genuine worry and fear for her friend and burning curiousity of what lay beyond the mirror. One thing was certain. She had to go explore it...
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Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2005 5:10 pm
Madame Giry saw her daughter leave.....she thought it best to follow her, after all...Erik had threatened to hurt her in a way without saying so. She followed Meg up to Chrisitne's room, and there she was...looking in the hallway that lead behind Chrisinte's room, Old Giry knew that Erik used this for teaching Christine, and that he had probably taken her with him, he would definantly not want to be distubed by Meg. Madame Giry walked into Chrisine's room, and placed a hand on Meg's shoulder.
"Meg, I dont want you to go down there. It....Its unstable down there."
She gently pulled her daughter out of the hallway, closed the mirror and walked her daughter out of the room. She then closed and locked Christine's door.
"You, my dear, need to work on your form in that dance, not to be harsh dear, but you made a few mistakes. We will go back down to the stage and work on it with the rest of the girls, they need a bit more practice as well."
Madame Giry knew that Meg didnt need any more work on her form, but she had to say something to keep the wondering mind of her chil occupied.
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Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2005 5:18 pm
Meg was startled when she heard her mother. Unstable?? What on earth did she mean by that? She would be sure to inquire about it later. Now, apparently, she would have to go "work on her form" with the rest of the girls. She sighed. It was already a long night.
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2005 7:59 pm
Erik smiled almost shyly in return to Christine's. He kept hold of her hand and led her around slowly, allowing the brilliance of his lair to slip deep within her curious mind. The lighting was aged and perfect for composing various masterpieces, and yet remained dark enough for everything to appear mysterious and new. Eventually Erik released the beauty's hand and allowed her to wander about while his eyes studied her grace and perfection. His muscles seemed to tense whenever she'd flip her hair and look back at him with that innocent smile.
Oh what a fiend he was! His thoughts led him astray from the love that truely existed deep in his bosom. Though one wouldn't notice the sexual desires that creeped behind his eyes as he admired the youth before him, Erik knew and was often ashamed of it. Once more, he pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind as he smiled at her again, kindly.
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2005 8:09 pm
Carlotta was furious!
"That little Toad...taking my place! How dare she? I have never heardthe likes of this!"She thought angrily. Then began to say very mean things about Christine in italian so no one would understand.
Suddenly she caught a glimpse of a letter peaking out from under her door. Elegantly she picked it up. It was small and sealed with blood red wax shaped like a skull...the Red Death...
'Your days at the Opera Populaire are numberd. Christine Daae will be singing on your behalf tonight. Should you attempt to take her place a disaster beyond your imaginantion will occur.'
"Haha...she and her fop of a boyfriend Raoul think they can scare me with this!." She laughed and put it into the pocket of her coat. "I'll teach her..."
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2005 4:22 pm
Christine let her mind wonder about the room.....she flitted about from place to place around the room...looking at papers and the tapestries, the bed and anywhere else, every once in a while looking back at Erik and smiling. She eventually settled down at one place, his organ. She sat on the seat and looked at items cluttering it, there was sheet music the top was labeled 'Music of the Night' and 'Don Juan Triumphant' she looked at these a moment, but was careful not to touch them, he might be in the middle of writing them, and Christine didnt want to disturb his work. She then noticed a music box next to them, it was shaped like a barrel organ with a monkey on top, it was adorable! Chrisitne smiled and wound it up, the monkey played the cymbals as the music played, it was a cheerful tune, and Chrisitine could almost hear the words, 'Masquerade....' Her smile widened as the tune ended and she placed the music box back in its place.
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2005 10:21 pm
The Opera Ghost walked towards the fair elegance while the small chimes of music danced through the air slowly. When the song finished, he stepped behind her while she sat on his bench. His hands gently rested on her smoothe shoulders, her skin felt like the finest silk against his touch. Carefully, timidly, his fingers trailed down her arms to her finger tips. Her very escence tantilized his brain as new songs seemed to compose themselves within his soul. Erik's body shivered slightly as he noticed her fingers accepted his with open wings. Oh, what bliss! What greatful bliss that enshrouded a foul beast's being. His soul feasted upon the very moment, savoring it like his last.
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