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Post by Rosette Daae-de Chagny on Jul 6, 2008 5:29:27 GMT -5
*Rosette raised a perfect blond eyebrow and chuckled.*
"If your best qualities are looking like a clown that got splashed in the face with acid, then sure handsome, it shines right trough."
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Post by The Joker on Jul 6, 2008 21:56:33 GMT -5
The Joker's manic grin widened considerably.
"I like you," he said, pointing a finger at the girl. "You've got a sense of humor." Meanwhile, his other hand shifted slowly behind his back to produce a knife, previously hidden within the sleeve of his gaudy purple coat.
"But when, I wonder, does humor go too far?"
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Post by Mortimer on Jun 7, 2009 3:50:54 GMT -5
***LIKE A FREEKIN YEAR LATER***
The little shark man had truly enjoyed his excursion with the company's prime tenor and decided that he quite liked trains, so much so that he couldn't sleep and did not return to the house by the lake, but went up, instead, to the roof where he could sit and look out over the city, kicking his feet lightly against the stonework as they dangled over the edge.
The trains went everywhere in the world, and he only really seen Paris, though he'd been to many other places in his former shapes, unnoticing of anything but the people who stared and fed him fish and threw things at him. He thought now about visiting so many places in the world, like the Persia of Erik's stories, and how leaving would break Erik's heart and how Erik must have been so very old for a person and might die while he was gone.
None of this was thought in meloncholy as thoughts didn't linger in the creature's head in such a fashion and instead he watched the slow progress of the stars as they were just beginning to fade and saw the shine of the moon on the river which looked so small from up here.
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Jun 7, 2009 4:10:27 GMT -5
He was losing his mind. When Marlow wasn't around, he was up all night writing and composing. Though he lingered on the brink of undeath, his pride and need to take a swing at Carlos' ego kept him from taking someone's life. He had resorted to eating small animals that came within his reach, though it was akin to rebuilding a bridge with toothpicks. It could only sustain him for so long before the pangs of hunger returned.
It was this reason that he decided to talk a walk and headed to the rooftop. Though "fresh air" hardly did anything for him nowadays, it was fun to stand on the roof and ponder jumping off, and what kind of spatter he might make on the pavement.
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Post by Mortimer on Jun 7, 2009 4:15:20 GMT -5
Mortimer's nose twitched a bit as his nostrils caught the sent of something almost dead and he hopped up from his perch, looking to investigate and expecting to find a sickly bird, or a shedding spider, rather surprised to see instead a man coming from the hatchway. He tilted his head and positioned himself so the man would see him when he stood up, hands behind his back, coat and waistcoat unbuttoned and shirt half open and wrinkled.
"Hello."
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Jun 7, 2009 4:21:52 GMT -5
He had not been expecting to find anyone on the rooftop, but the more the merrier, supposed the sopranist, approaching the small man without any sort of trepidation.
"Hello, my little friend..." he said, smirking a bit at the man he faced. "I don't think I've seen you around here before. Are you a fan of the opera? So much that you sneak in?" Not that Maleo would turn him in either way.
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Post by Mortimer on Jun 7, 2009 4:24:58 GMT -5
"I do not have to sneak, I can go wherever I like--this is my house." That was true enough. It was Erik's house and Erik's house was his house.
"But I know you from the company. Your singing is very nice and you are very handsome. Only, your role is very small, not like Julian's or Senor Castro's."
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Jun 7, 2009 4:32:38 GMT -5
Maleo's grin turned into a sharp-toothed sneer before he pushed on the smile again. At least he was seen as handsome and a good singer.
"Ah, well - thank you, Senor - I am merely working my way up. Being fairly new to the company has the disadvantage of keeping me from larger roles. Such things would be considered a gamble, and my voice is difficult to cast when you're not playing a child," he joked. He could also say that tenors and baritones were a dime a dozen in the singing world, and that a true soprano was a rarity, but he pocketed that thought to unleash on Castro at another time.
However... "I thought this house belonged to the Ghosts. You do not seem like them," he said.
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Post by Mortimer on Jun 7, 2009 4:38:28 GMT -5
"Oh--yes, it's the Opera Ghost's house, and we are very good friends."
He smiled, friendly and warm, his aqua eyes wrinkling up and his own sharp teeth coming to the fore.
"I have seen that it is only women who sing the higher pretty parts--but I wish you would sing more of them, you are much more handsome and rich sounding, and Erik says it is much better that men should be considered. I can sing parts like Julian, and parts like you, and parts like miss Alex, but...I am not in the company."
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Jun 7, 2009 4:44:28 GMT -5
"So I noticed," he said, taking a few more steps closer to the little man. There was something different about him - the teeth caught his notice first. If he was a creature like Marlow, he was incredibly subdued in comparison of personality - either that, or he had been "domesticated."
"Erik, hmm?" he considered the name, and the little man with him. The scent was not like Destler's, but there was a vague hint of the ghost whom had given him tutoring in the catacombs coming from him. "If your range is so broad, you should consider joining. Especially if you are a friend of the Opera Ghost - I don't see how they could refuse you," he said, a grin more genuine on his face now. "However, you know who I am... I've yet to know you, Senor. What is your name?"
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Post by Mortimer on Jun 7, 2009 4:47:35 GMT -5
"Mortimer."
He smiled and leaned up to peer at the man.
"You are much darker than Senor Castro...and I may join the company...only I do not like to have to be at rehearsal so much. I like to go into the city and do things and meet people. If I am in the company, I would not have time to play with lovers, and I would be very bored with having to wait for everyone to learn their songs."
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Jun 7, 2009 4:50:20 GMT -5
Maleo chuckled at the little man's thoughts on joining the company - not even in yet and he wanted all the things a diva would desire, however... Mortimer was not as obnoxious as Castro. In fact, they seemed miles apart, just by this conversation alone.
"Play with lovers, Senor Mortimer? Do tell..."
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Post by Mortimer on Jun 7, 2009 4:56:05 GMT -5
The little man nodded enthusiastically and reached out to take Addams' hand, pulling him over to the ledge to sit again.
"They have all been very nice, and they have all been different and exciting. I think I have liked Monsieur Valmont the best--or Monsieur Fury because he is so very large. And women are nice too, but Erik says it is better to be a man, and that men are better. I should like to visit some of them again sometime, but Monsieur Valmont is very busy, and I have not seen M. Fury again since. There are so many people, it is difficult to talk to the same ones again--except Erik and Julian, of course."
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Jun 7, 2009 21:32:43 GMT -5
Uncomfortable with the enthusiasm, Maleo at least did sit on the edge beside Mortimer. He reached into his coat and pulled out an almost empty case of small cigars, lighting one for himself, then offering one to the little man.
"I cannot say I know these men, other than perhaps your friend Julian." That much was obvious, as they were together in Faust. "You like larger men? You would find my Uram to be quite interesting then. He is most likely bigger than this M. Fury you mention."
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Post by Mortimer on Jun 7, 2009 21:46:17 GMT -5
He took the cigarette and popped it between his lips, familiar with smoking by now, waited for the other man to light it and sat with his hands folded between his knees.
"M. Fury is the largest person I have seen, he is very tall, and very very muscular. What's 'uram'? I haven't heard it before."
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