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 Posted: Thu Jul 07, 2005 7:19 pm
lady_marine_17 ((Um, now that I changed the storyline sweatdrop ...a bit...we don't actually know what happens in Il Muto...so what exactly is next cos I am hesitating about posting.)) ((Im not quite sure what to post either at the moment. I guess I'm gonna wait untill Raoul posts so that I can get an idea of what is to happen, cuz I'm not sure if Christine could notice Raoul missing from where she stood yah know with the lights on her and everything. But if Raoul could scream or something then the Opera could hear him and we could stop the play for a moment or something. I dont know, I guess I wait till we hear from Raoul)) Quote: ((I'm terribly sorry mi'ladies! I've been moving these past...well...weeks. Well, more like packing and unpacking. I couldn't find my computer amongst the boxes and such. Forgive me! *bows* I shall now post for you.)) ((Its great to have you back! I was starting to wonder where you were. I didnt know you were moving! I hope all goes well with that.))
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Posted: Fri Jul 08, 2005 9:38 pm
Xela_Kitten lady_marine_17 ((Um, now that I changed the storyline sweatdrop ...a bit...we don't actually know what happens in Il Muto...so what exactly is next cos I am hesitating about posting.)) ((Im not quite sure what to post either at the moment. I guess I'm gonna wait untill Raoul posts so that I can get an idea of what is to happen, cuz I'm not sure if Christine could notice Raoul missing from where she stood yah know with the lights on her and everything. But if Raoul could scream or something then the Opera could hear him and we could stop the play for a moment or something. I dont know, I guess I wait till we hear from Raoul)) Quote: ((I'm terribly sorry mi'ladies! I've been moving these past...well...weeks. Well, more like packing and unpacking. I couldn't find my computer amongst the boxes and such. Forgive me! *bows* I shall now post for you.)) ((Its great to have you back! I was starting to wonder where you were. I didnt know you were moving! I hope all goes well with that.)) ((Thanks, the move was great and now I'm here...once again.^^ So...on witht he show!))
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Posted: Sat Jul 09, 2005 3:06 am
It was Carlotta who noticed Erik and Raoul fighting. Or rather Erik fighting and Raoul mindlessly gaping at his attacker.
"Oh my Lord!" She screamed in her thin italian accent and raised a shaking finger to point up at Box Five. "Its him, its really him!" She stopped almost suddenly, feeling like she had done something wrong.
The whole audience turned and stared up in disbelief and confusion at the struggle. Carlotta threw a glance at Christine, who was staring wide-eyed in horror at the two men.
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Posted: Sat Jul 09, 2005 2:02 pm
Quote: ((Thanks, the move was great and now I'm here...once again.^^ So...on witht he show!)) ((Great! Its good to have you back ^-^))
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Posted: Sat Jul 09, 2005 2:23 pm
When Carlotta first spoke, Christine was looking at her. "Calotta, you part is silent remember!" She wispered kindly, but then she noticed where she was pointing. In box five....thats where Raoul was sitting....the thought struck her like a piano falling from the celing. Raoul was sitting in the ghost's box! And now there they both were.
"Oh no...." Christine murmered, wide eyed. her corsetted dress suddenly felt too tight. Her best friend since she was young was in danger, and there wasnt anything she could do! Worst of all....her angel was the one that was putting him in danger. There was no doubt in Christine's mind now that Erik was NOT an angel. He wasnt decendent from Heaven. She was rather a delicate child. This was a shock. She wasnt quite sure what this person was. Was he a phantom? Her father? The Angel of Music? A ghost? Or simply a man? All of her thoughts seemed to run together, like watercolors on paper when too much water and not enough paint came from the brush. She gave a loud but small gasp, just loud enough for the two in the box to hear (after all Box five is the closest thing to the stage besides the ochestra pit) and her body gave out into a dead faint, right there on the stage.
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Madame Giry was watching this whole fiasco from behind the curtain. Once she saw Carlotta point, she had looked up and seen the box, and almost immediatly after, she saw Christine faint.
"Meg, go make sure that Christine is all right and revive her, I have something to take care of." Madame Giry whispered to her daughter, who immediately ran out on stage to try and revive her sister-like friend. Madame Giry meanwhile, quickly walked backstage to the right and up a few flights of stairs leading to box five. At first she tried to open the door, locked, of course. She then rapped at the door with her cane and said in a loud harsh whisper "Do you realize that your sudden attack can be seen from where you are in that box by the whole Opera Populaire? And do you realize that your pride and joy seemed to have fainted of fright on the stage because of what you have done? I hope you have some kind of cover-up plan for this. After all, ghosts do not normally appear to practially kill the Victome of the Opera Populaire" Raoul may have thought she was speaking to him for a moment, but after she said that last sentece, Erik should have gotten the idea that she was speaking to him.
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Posted: Sat Jul 09, 2005 8:03 pm
((Ah! Raoul is in danger! Sorry all, I was out of town all weekend sweatdrop ))
Raoul stared in shock as The Phantom of the Opera pinned him against the wall and threatened him against pursuing Christine. After a moment of shocked silence, he spoke in a choked voice, "She does not love you!" When the "ghost" did nothing he continued. "She can make her own decisions! If she loved you, you wouldn't need to pretend to be her father or threaten me when she has sai-" He stopped as Christine fainted on the stage. "Christine!" he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Mme Giry appeared [Insert Mme Giry's post here] and Raoul relaxed. "Actually, Madame, I believe the audience cannot see us from here. If you would help me...?" He noticed then that she was not looking at him, but at the Phantom. He frowned.
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Posted: Sat Jul 09, 2005 9:29 pm
Madame Giry sighed, exasperated, "Carlotta made sure they could by pointing you two out. And I cannot help you as the door is locked and I am on the opposite side that you are. The managers do not let me have keys to the Opera Populaire." The widow sighed again, still exasperated. Sometimes the Victome really did get on her nerves. The only thing she could do to help was talk through the wall and she did so. "If you kill him, Christine will be angry with you. Her tears will forever stain your memory. I know your angry with him, but do you really want Christine to be in that state of sadness for the second time in her life? First her father, then Raoul?"
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2005 3:22 pm
As Mme Giry spoke, realization dawned on Raoul's stressed mind. She was talking to the "ghost"! She knew this crazy freak! He wondered if everyone knew about him except Raoul, adn had been laughing at him as he pursued his childhood sweethart. Tears formed at the corners of his eyes.
((Couldn't help it. Le fop must cry! xd ))
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2005 6:10 pm
Erin Sovenya ((Couldn't help it. Le fop must cry! xd )) ((awww......for some odd reason that makes me sad! I usually hate Raoul and your making me feel bad for him crying Dare I say it? Poor Raoul! ))
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2005 9:18 pm
Erik's attention was immediately turned to Christine's limp body hitting the ground. His eyes widened in horror and his veins pumped with battery acid. Christine! His mind became a blur for a moment, loosening his grip on Raoul, hardly listening to a word he said. Suddenly, his world shot back into prospective as Madame Giry's voice reached his ears. His eyes inner locked with Raoul's for a brief moment, burning his hatred deep within the young man's soul; passing the same fear, pain, and bitter distaste into him. His grip tightened enough to completely cut the air from the youth's throat, rendering the Victome helpless to Erik's fury, "This isn't over between us. Only my severed body will grant you enough leeway to barely slip her from my grasp. Her fragile mind would be torn in two before she leaves me." The searing pain that claimed Raoul sudden disappeared as Erik's hands slipped from his throat. The Phantom removed something from his pocket and smashed it into the ground, creating a large curtain of smoke to cloak his escape. Unlocking the door Madame Giry was behind, he brushed up next to her, pausing for a short moment, "If I find him here again in My Box, no... In My House! I'll show no mercy. I've spared his life once; doing so again would only destroy any control I have over this Opera House. Remove him at once, or his blood will be stained on my hands as I finally claim Christine once and for all." Erik slipped into a hidden passage before Madame Giry could argue. He made his way swiftly towards Christine's room, where she would be brought promptly.
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2005 9:36 pm
Madame Giry huffed as Erik left her side. She often thought his actions were harsh, and this just proved her thoughts further.
"Well, Monsieur le Victome, Unless you want to be in this situation again...You will either have to stay clear of the Opera House, or enter with great caution."
She said as she stepped in, making sure he heard her, then she ran off again, back down to the stage. She told one of the stage hands to take Christine for a moment and then she ran up to Carlotta.
"Carlotta, You will have to be the Countess tonight. Christine cannot as of the condition she is in. Meg! Get on the pageboy's costume...you fit in it and you know where to go on the stage." She left the two of them on that note and ran to the front of the stage, parted the curtain (as it had been closed with Christine's fainting) and yelled loudly. "Ladies and Gentlemen...It seems our Countess will have to be swiched to La Carlotta tonight. Christine, who was originally playing the countess, seems to have had a little...stage fright...at the last moment. Untill the cast can be properly redressed, the ballet from act three will be played."
Madame then went back behind the curtain, took Christine's fainted body back to her dressing room, redressed her in a regular dress, and laid her on her bed.
"Be kind to her Erik....She's had a rough day....Oh!" she said before she left the door "I had to put Carlotta as the Countess...considering the state Christine is in right now. Try to understand, though I doubt you will"
She said the last "though I doubt you will" under her breathe so he would nbot hear and she promtly left the room as Christine was waking up, moaning slightly as she opened her eyes.
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2005 10:49 pm
Although Carlotta was frightened for Christine she was also extremely happy to still get to play the lead role. She had become attached to the girl in those few hours and noticed that she wasn't competing with her. She was too innocent to make plots against Carlotta. And the fight between the fop Vicomte and the Phantom proved Christine had nothing to do with it.
She walked into Christine's room to take the Countesses costume...
((Sorry, I must cut this post short. I gotta go. But I will be back later to finish it.))
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2005 11:02 pm
((sorry double posting ><))
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2005 2:39 pm
Christine fell asleep very soon after she had regained consiousness. She woke at about 10:00 later that night, after tossing around restlessly in her bed for a while, she decided to wake up and to get out and go to her father's grave. She had not visited him for a while and it would be a good chance for her to clear her head. She got up, got dressed into a silky black dress and put on a thick black cloak to keep the night's chill off of her. She stuck her head out of her door, and, seeing no one there, headed down a few flights of stairs and entered into the stable. She nudged the sleeping stable master gently to wake him.
"Please monsiuer," She whispered kindly "I know its late but I feel it best that I visit my father. I have not seen him in a while and I miss him so, it would just be a good night to clear my head. Would you please drive me to see him?"
The stable master nodded. Most of the people who lived at the Opera Populaire knew each other and the stable master knew that Christine's father had died a few years before. He took two horses out to one of the coaches and tied them in. Christine followed him and entered into the coach. The stablemaster disappeared from sight for a moment, and came back....wearing a black cloak...'Odd...'Chrisitne thought 'The stable master never wore black, and he never has worn a cloak before' but she brushed the thought off as he entered the driver seat of the coach.
"You may drop me off at the graveyard gate monsiuer, if you please."
When they finally reached the gate, Christine hopped out, looked back at her driver, courtsied a thanks and headed into the gates. She passed by all the gaves, with the statues of carved bells and stone angels...They seemed the wrong companions for her father, he was old and always so gentle...how and why did he die? She reached the back of the graveyard, where the Daae tomb was. Her father and her owned a lot before her father decided to travel and sold everything they owned, except the tomb. He would always joke and say to Christine 'When I die, I want to be burried like a king, even though I didnt live like one." She sat down on the steps, said a small prayer, and began to cry, hiding her face into her hands.
"If only you were here father...I miss you so much...so much has happened, I dont know where to begin. I'm confused and frightened and I'm not sure what to do. I feel much like I'm wondering around without a purpose, so alone...and so helpless to everything that going on around me. If only you were here, you would comfort me and I would sing with you as you played your violin."
Her lip quivered for a moment as waves of memories crashed against her brain of her and her father together, singing in the streets as they used to, and she began to cry harder than before. She was so confused, so scared.
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Posted: Mon Jul 11, 2005 6:57 pm
((What an unusual turn of events. I wonder if I could somehow be present.))
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