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Post by Christine on Mar 8, 2007 16:23:29 GMT -5
*The stunning blonde entered the Opera House for the first time in who-knows-when* So much has changed...even I have changed. They even say this is where my poor sister was last seen.
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Post by Gerik on Mar 8, 2007 16:29:48 GMT -5
*lurks in, nothing more than a shape in the shadowsTM, and spots the girl*
...Can it be...?
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Post by Christine on Mar 8, 2007 16:34:15 GMT -5
((This raises an interesting question...was I involved with you or just plain Erik?))
*Looks around* I remember the girls wearing a bit more clothes...
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Post by Gerik on Mar 8, 2007 16:38:10 GMT -5
((This is the Sueniverse...does it matter?))
*chokes back tears - tears of angst, remembering her betrayal, and tears of joy at seeing her again after so long*
Christine...Christine...
*his voice floats through the foyer like a dandelion on the wind, or a moth drawn to a flame: the flame of Christine's beauty*
((*gags*))
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Post by Christine on Mar 8, 2007 16:42:13 GMT -5
((Man, if only I had this impact on guys in real life...))
*Christine immediatley looked up, but she saw nothing. Puzzled, and a bit apprehensive, she called out*
"Who's there?"
It can't be Erik. The Persian said he was dead. Must have been drunk out of his mind, as always.
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Post by Gerik on Mar 8, 2007 16:46:35 GMT -5
*glances around to ensure the foyer is devoid of other people even though Christine commented on the clothing of the other girls three posts ago before swishing his cape around himself impressively as he steps out into the dim light of the oil lamps lining the foyer*
It is I, Christine. Your Angel of Music.
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Post by Christine on Mar 8, 2007 16:48:41 GMT -5
*As she saw Gerik, Christine's heart filled with conflicting emotions.*
"Angel? I thought you were dead. Damn, you're hotter than I remember."
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Post by Gerik on Mar 8, 2007 16:53:55 GMT -5
*an emotion flickers in his eyes but disappears so quickly that only a Suethor would bother to mention it and only a Sue could see it, and he sets his jaw firmly*
I am dead. And I die a bit more each day.
...without you...
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Post by Christine on Mar 8, 2007 16:57:15 GMT -5
*A twinge of guilt stuck Christine, though she was unable to look away*
"I'm sorry if I hurt you, Angel."
*Stands a bit straighter*
"I suppose I can't call you that anymore. Not now that I know the truth."
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Post by Gerik on Mar 8, 2007 17:04:32 GMT -5
*stares at her with cold, empty eyes*
What will you call me, then? Or would you prefer not to call on me at all?
*filled with bitterness, he feels a sudden desire to make her share his pain*
Your Vicomte has been very busy in your absence, Christine.
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Post by Christine on Mar 8, 2007 17:06:41 GMT -5
"He's not my Vicomte. Not anymore."
*A hurt returned to Christine that she had not felt since she had left Raoul.*
"But what has he been doing, since you seem to be so eager to tell me?"
*Realizes that she sounded a bit harsher then she meant to*
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Post by Gerik on Mar 8, 2007 17:10:58 GMT -5
What has he been doing, Christine? I believe you mean who, and the answer is just about everyone in Paris. *pauses* Including your sister.
*smirks darkly*
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Post by Vianne Giry on Mar 8, 2007 17:13:07 GMT -5
((Ow. She's dead, jerkface!))
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Post by Christine on Mar 8, 2007 17:28:30 GMT -5
*This news stuck her, but Christine kept up a straight face*
"I suppose it's a good thing I left him. And how is the Persian doing these days?"
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Post by Gerik on Mar 8, 2007 17:37:26 GMT -5
*the smirk grows into a twisted grin*
I believe the Persian is doing the Vicomte as well, actually. I may be wrong, I admit I am not up-to-date on all of the latest gossip.
*pauses, tugs on his black leather gloves a bit*
Are you aware that you have a niece?
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