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Post by Christian Daaé on May 2, 2008 12:49:31 GMT -5
*Finding where he was staying for his time here, he put away his few belongings as fast as possible, stifling a yawn as he did so. Stupid trip had taken longer than he'd expected, and now he was exhausted from running to catch almost-missed trains AND boats. Tired from all the activity, he simply flopped down on the bed and fell asleep where he lay *
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Post by Josephine on May 3, 2008 13:37:34 GMT -5
*Well, of course she knew about the wedding and Christian being invited. She was the opera ghost, and she kept tabs on her dear angel. Certainly, having the opera house to herself was an excellent thought, but she had to make sure Erik didn't try to take advantage of the situation since Christian would be beyond her reach here.
So, she lurked, unseen as always. Though she found it amusing that she wasn't the only lurker on these grounds*
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Post by Christian Daaé on Jun 13, 2008 12:58:03 GMT -5
**NEW DAY/NIGHT/WHATEVER**
*Staying only long enough to give congratulations and speak to the few people he knew, Christian soon after left the wedding, claiming tiredness.
Though, in all reality, he just felt uncomfortable in huge social situations. Back in his room, he dressed in something more comfortable before flopping back onto the bed with a sigh.*
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Post by Josephine on Jun 13, 2008 13:01:48 GMT -5
*The Phantomess had not gone to the wedding, eschewing such things as it would only remind herself of what she could not have. Instead, she had stealthily wandered the grounds of the great house, committing to memory the ins and outs of the estate before finally heading back to her secret place in the attic.
Along the way, however, she stopped by Christian's room. Though lying down, he was wide-awake and staring at the ceiling.
Erika had a few moments of indecisiveness, in which she wavered between finally contacting him or mainting her silent watch. Finally, she decided on keeping anonymous and instead continued along her way*
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Post by Christian Daaé on Jun 13, 2008 13:05:11 GMT -5
*For the briefest of moments, he got the distinct impression that someone was watching him, a feeling akin to those long-ago days back in his own world when all there had been had been the mysterious Phantomess and the angel behind the mirror. But that was impossible. Erika was still at the opera house, all the way back in France. She couldn't be watching him...hadn't really been able to, with Erik's presence always near. Something about that made him sad, though for what he couldn't really say. Heaving a sigh, he tried to catch some sleep *
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Post by Erik on Jun 13, 2008 14:28:47 GMT -5
((I feel perversely bad that Erik's not obsessively bothering Christian. But I think he's distracted by the Pina thing.))
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Post by Christian Daaé on Jun 13, 2008 16:14:42 GMT -5
((Not a problem. I think Christian would understand ))
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Post by Christian Daaé on Jun 27, 2008 17:15:22 GMT -5
**POST-FIRE**
*Christian had very little energy these days. Not only was the Phantomess dead, but Erik was badly burned and still recovering. He'd wanted on several occasions to go to him, but was always stopped with the excuse that it would be too awkward to run into Megan.
In all honesty, Christian was rather afraid to see Erik. He'd gotten used to the skull face, and he feared that seeing something else entirely would put him off. At the same time, he was still too full of grief for the loss of the other Phantom to want to have to face yet another tragedy.
And so, he stayed holed up in his room*
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Post by Micaela on Jul 1, 2008 15:24:47 GMT -5
*Micaela knocked tentatively at the door, a sleeping Ellie held against her.*
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Post by Christian Daaé on Jul 1, 2008 18:34:57 GMT -5
*An answer was a long time in coming. After a while, though, the door opened a crack. A messy-haired Christian peered out*
"Hello..."
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Post by Micaela on Jul 5, 2008 16:17:03 GMT -5
"Hey, you." *She said, smiling softly at him.* "C'I come in?"
He looks better than I thought he would...
((C'I is a shortening of 'can I'))
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Post by Christian Daaé on Jul 8, 2008 10:09:56 GMT -5
"Er...well, the room's a mess...you probably don't want to see it."
And I'd rather not have you upset with me right now.
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Post by Micaela on Jul 8, 2008 13:02:50 GMT -5
"... you realize you're talking to the girl who had coffee mugs crowding the tables and half-finished manuscripts plastered on the walls all over her first (and last) apartment?"
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Post by Christian Daaé on Jul 11, 2008 13:02:51 GMT -5
*He shifted his feet guiltily*
"It's...not that kind of mess..."
*He didn't meet her eyes*
"I got angry after sh--she...died..."
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Post by Micaela on Jul 13, 2008 3:36:49 GMT -5
"Everyone goes a little mad when someone close to them dies, Christian." *She said softly, handing the sleeping Ellie off to her nurse, who was to take her to bed. Micaela would come to tuck her in later.* "I mean look at me, I got married." Though that was possibly one of the best decisions I ever made... "Now what happened?" *Now she was speaking in her Mamma tone, quiet and gentle and coaxing. She hadn't pushed the door any further open, because if he really didn't want her in there she wouldn't push it. No pun intended.*
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