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 Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2005 7:50 pm
Christine lay on her side in her bed. She shuddered as she had overheard their conversation, if it was still going at this point. Looking out the window, she had decided against getting out of bed yet. It had been her best friend and Martine speaking that woke her up, even if it was silent. She sighed, she was growing very sensitive with her hearing.
Accidentally, perhaps a bit too much, she stretched and wound up sitting straight up in bed. She looked awkwardly around. She sighed gently, "Well.. since I'm awake.." She said quietly and stood, getting out of the bed and staggered slightly. "Even if Madame Giry didn't intend for me to be." Not even bothering to brush her hair, she changed into the dress and looked in her full view mirror, shaking her head slightly.
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Posted: Sat Oct 29, 2005 12:40 pm
((I've been very bad about continuing. I made it seem like we were all going to continue, and that was my original intention. However some papers I had to write got in the way. If there's anyone that still, still wants to continue with the RPG let me know.))
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2005 5:00 pm
((I'm always here so you can count on me should we continue.))
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2005 6:51 pm
((I'm glad to know that you're still in on this. If you feel moved to post something go ahead and do it. I'll be contacting others to see if they are still interested. The sooner we get this running again the better.))
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2005 3:06 pm
((Still interested, that I am.))
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2005 4:10 pm
((As am I, though I can't do too much with Andre/Firmin unless you want me to have them talking to the police forces they bring in during PONR...
And sorry for not posting. I got all confused when the guild got organized. sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2005 6:04 pm
((That's good. Everyone apart from ~Meg Giry~ has replied to me in one way or another.
Jurori, you can post the managers doing that if you'd like to. Unfortunately, I will not be posting tonight because I have an english paper due at noon tomorrow. After that I will be posting though. I just need to finish talking about how a movie relates to what we've been talking about in class.))
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2005 12:40 pm
((Yay for me! I'm posting, but it problably won't be too long since we have dress rehearsal for a play tonight, and I still have homework to do.))
Watching from his hiding place, Erik furrowed his brow slightly as he saw Christine rise from her bed before anyone had called for her. He worried for a moment that she might have sensed his presence, but she gave no indication that she knew he was there. When she began to dress he looked away. People could say many horrible things about him that would have been entirely true, but no one could ever say that hewatched women as they dressed or undressed.
Once the rustling of skirts had faded, he looked back to see Christine wearing a dress that made her look as though she was in mourning. The dark color made her skin seem especially pale. "Where are you going, Christine?" he whispered so softly that he was not even certain that he had given voice to the question.
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2005 5:15 pm
She only knew that hushed whisper could be that of her Erik's voice. HER Erik's. Ha. She simply refused him by going on the rooftop with Raoul, and even then she KNEW he was there, but that wasn't the case. She loved him, yet was frightened, anyway. Quietly, she returned her answer.
"R-Rehearsal. Then to my father's grave." She sighed and shook her head, and looked back into the mirror, thinking. Erik's voice also could have been from inside her head, a wishful thing she had wanted to hear.
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2005 8:25 am
(( Ok. I'm back. Sorry I haven't been posting.))
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Posted: Sun Nov 06, 2005 5:10 pm
((I would have posted sooner, but this weekend has been crazy.))
When Erik heard her respond to his question he started in surprise. He had not thought that he had spoken loud enough to be heard by anyone, but apparently he had underestimated Christine's hearing. She obviously had heard him, which meant that she must realize that he was there. It surprised him, though, that she did not show more fear to know how close he must be to her. Perhaps he was not as abhorent to her as he thought.
In the darkness of his hiding place his brow furrowed thoughtfully even as his heart leapt at the prospect that Christine was not so frightened of him as he thought. Why was she going to wait so long to visit her father's grave? She had more than enough time to go to the cemetary and return before rehearsal began for her. He had orgaized the rehearsal schedule for everyone except the dancers (He dared not think what Antoinette would do to him if he even considered it), so he knew precisely how much time she had.
He continued to ponder for a minute over why she would wish to wait so long. After a moment it ocurred to him that he had just been presented with an incredible opportunity that he would be an idiot to pass up. He knew where the cemetary her father was buried at was located. Christine had told him once or twice when she had asked if they might change the time of her lessons so that she might visit it. It was in a rather isolated location outside of the city, and it was entirely likely that she would be completely alone there. She would be away from the protective watch of that infuriating little Vicomte, who dared to act as though he was a model for moral righteousness. Perhaps he could go to the graveyard as well. There had been so many questions burning within him since that night three months ago on the roof, and this could be the perfect opportunity to have them answered.
In a moment he was decided. When Christine left for the cemetary he would follow.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 4:19 am
Closing her eyes for a moment, she smiled softly. "Goodbye.." She whispered softly, "Erik." She stated a little lower than her normal voice before she went to rehearsal, her hair still frazzled beyond no compare to anything. She took a seat beside Piangi and looked up for a moment, thinking before shaking her head.
Sighing, she took the book from one of the stagehand's hands and nodded a quiet thank you before opening it. "Anyone care to tell me where we managed to get to?" She tilted her head to the side, blinking.
(That should get a semi-humorous post. O_o;')
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2005 12:52 pm
((Hmm...Not sure who should play Piangi confused I have to admit that I don't particularly want to, and I really have no idea what to write for his response.))
Christine, don't talk as though this is the end thought Erik. As she exited the dormatories he followed. He kept pace with her easily enough without ever having to step out from his secret passages. The labyrith-like corridors of the opera house were nothing compared to the maze hidden within the walls of the building. Only those who had passed through them many times would not immediately become hopelessly lost. He was probably the only one who knew them well enough to know exactly where he was at any time.
He watched as she seated herself next to Piangi, who seemed to be in a particularly foul mood. It was obvious to Erik that the man was still upset about the previous night when he'd been called fat in front of the upper elite of Paris. A man with such a fragile ego had no place in the world of opera. Senor Piangi had probably also had to put up with a lot of Carlotta's wailing and screeching later in the evening, which would explain the rather resentful expression on his face as he looked at Christine. Watch yourself, Senor. I will not allow such looks direct at Christine. I would have worked to rid the opera of that harpy of a woman even if Mademoiselle Daae had not been here to take over for her.
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2005 3:07 am
Piangi still scowled at Christine. "Enjoying your reign, diva?" Christine rolled her eyes before Piangi was instructed to begin.
"Those who tangle with Don Juan!" Piangi bellowed and Christine couldn't help but flinch, in a manner of ~Someone PLEASE replace him! I don't even care if it's Erik who replaces him, I just can't HANDLE that in my ear..~ Monsieur Reyer gave an annoyed sigh, "No, no, chorus, rest. PLEASE! Don Juan, Signor Piangi, HERE is your phrase. Those who tangle with Don Juan.., If you please?"
Still wrong, Piangi did it. AGAIN. Causing a more irritable grimace from Christine. Monsieur Reyer was getting agitated, and it was obvious, his old age was getting the better. "No, no, nearly, but no. Those who tan tan tan.."
Piangi did it once more and Carlotta gave a smirk and didn't bother to whisper to the others. "His way is better. At least he make it sound likea music!" Christine glared over at Carlotta, tempted to say something along the lines of, "IT DOES NOT SOUND LIKE MUSIC." But held back, biting her lip.
(There IS a bit of moding I apologize. ^^')
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