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Post by bloodyanna on Aug 1, 2006 9:25:59 GMT -5
(Okay. Just to let you all know Erik is the Phantom's real name. Read the book by Gaston Leroux. I am a Erik/Christine phan. I am open to plots. I just wanted to rp Phantom.)
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Post by Roleplaying Pirate Queen on Aug 1, 2006 11:31:26 GMT -5
(You rping Phantom is fine with me...May I be Christine? I'm a big Erik/Christine fan as well and well yeah...I love Christine's charrie. Perhaps a plot could be that Christine realises that she was wrong and truely loves the Phantom but since he ran away soon after she left she has a tough time of finding him and wonders if he'd even take her back....)
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Post by bloodyanna on Aug 1, 2006 13:03:30 GMT -5
(sure. I'll play Erik.)
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Post by Roleplaying Pirate Queen on Aug 1, 2006 14:50:02 GMT -5
(Awesome. Sound like a good plot?)
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Post by bloodyanna on Aug 1, 2006 20:44:51 GMT -5
(sure. You want to post first?)
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Post by Roleplaying Pirate Queen on Aug 1, 2006 20:47:59 GMT -5
(Sure.)
Christine slid the hood of her cloak off her head as she entered the Opera. It hadn't been even two months since she had last been here. She sighed and breathed in the dust infested air. Already the Opera was run down, all because of the accident that happened last time she was here. She should have never gone with Raoul. The Phantom...Erik to be more exact was the love of her life. She went into the room where the double sided mirror was and began to go down that hallway with a torch, in hopes of finding him still there.
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Post by bloodyanna on Aug 2, 2006 8:39:51 GMT -5
Erik had reluctantly left the place he called his own, his home, his Opera Populaire. Now he lived at the graveyard, just a wondering ghost among the dead. Ever since Christine left him for that-that fop-Erik felt dead to the world. The days floated through his eyes. He had no reason to live, no hope to cling on to. His light in his dark life had been Christine. But Christine ran away, her light in his dark life going out like a candle in the wind. He had replaced his mask with a full black one that shrouded his face away from all eyes. He had left his old mask behind and Meg Giry found it and gave to Madamosielle Daae. He sighed, touching a tombstone with a black gloved hand. He knew every name of everyone that was burried there. He felt a somewhat safe sanctuary among the dead. The dead didn't mind his face, like the living world did...
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Post by Roleplaying Pirate Queen on Aug 2, 2006 15:17:18 GMT -5
Christine finally made it down to his lair and found it deserted. She should have known better. Why would he have stayed when everything he always lived for had been here and then that one night ruined it all? She sighed and went back up. "Where to go now?" she asked as she made her way back up. She sighed in deprestion and decided to go see her Father, perhaps she could find some guidance from him, even though he was no longer alive. She flagged down a carraige and was taken to the grave of her Father.
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Post by bloodyanna on Aug 2, 2006 15:48:33 GMT -5
Erik walked on, his black boots making footprints in the blanket of newly fallen snow. He felt dead, so what a better place than be then with the dead? He sighed, seeing Christine's father's grave. Daae, how he cursed that name.
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Post by Roleplaying Pirate Queen on Aug 2, 2006 15:56:47 GMT -5
Soon enough the carriage stopped and she gave the person some money and went off to her Fathers grave. She saw a man at her father's grave but did not see his face since he was facing the grave stone. In a rush of anger thinking it was a grave robber she began yelling. "Who are you? What are you doing at my Father's grave?!?!?!"
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Post by bloodyanna on Aug 2, 2006 16:06:26 GMT -5
Erik froze. He knew it was none other than Christine Daae. He could find her, even if she was lost in a crowd of a million women. He turned around. The only part of his face that was visible were his gray eyes. "Christine Daae," he hissed. "Don't tell me your brain under those brown curls of your's forgot me!"
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Post by Roleplaying Pirate Queen on Aug 2, 2006 16:09:30 GMT -5
She stopped in her tracks, breathless. Perhaps her Father did provide guidance after all. "Erik..." she said quietly, but stunned. She then walked over to him. "I went to search for you at the Opera but you seem to no longer live there..." she told him, although he already knew he no longer resided there.
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Post by bloodyanna on Aug 2, 2006 16:12:51 GMT -5
"No, my domain is here now," Erik said, gestering to the graves around him. "The dead do not mind the presence of a monster, like myself."
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Post by Roleplaying Pirate Queen on Aug 2, 2006 16:16:32 GMT -5
She frowned. "Erik...You are not a monster..." she told him as she now stood less then a foot away from him.
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Post by bloodyanna on Aug 2, 2006 16:19:34 GMT -5
"No? Then what am I, the Beast? Yes, my dear that is what I am, the Beast and you are the Beauty!" he retorted, trying to back away from her as far as he could, before bumping into the grave.
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