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Post by Lady Norrington on Apr 27, 2007 11:16:24 GMT -5
"Fine. But can I ask you for a favor, then?" Before he could retort anything back, she added, "Can you get me some clothes? I know you probably have some of Christine's dresses in her room, but I can tell you right now those won't fit. Maybe some of Carlotta's old costumes?"
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Post by Erik on Apr 27, 2007 11:24:01 GMT -5
*He stared at her.*
"Your current garments conceal you adequately," *he said. Her constant revelation of hidden knowledge was disconcerting.* "But... very well."
*He did not know why he was acquiescing. It put him out of sorts.*
"But you arrived in Erik's home, however clumsily. How do I ensure you remain here, without chaining you up?"
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Post by Lady Norrington on Apr 27, 2007 11:27:25 GMT -5
"I... er... well, to be honest, you're probably going to have to prevent me from trying to follow you everywhere," Megan admitted. "Look, I'm going to be blunt here- I really, really like you. It'd be really cool if you could like me too. And for good or ill, I know a lot about you, including what's behind that slab of porcelain tied to your head. I can guarantee you that I won't leave if you let me see. Okay?"
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Post by Erik on Apr 27, 2007 11:35:52 GMT -5
((I have so much more respect for Erik now. He has to deal with this phangirl crap ALL THE TIME. I don't know how he does it.))
*Erik folded his arms, mostly so that his hands would not find themselves wrapped around a certain female neck. He wondered why he was avoiding her death. It made very little sense to him, if he was perfectly honest with himself.*
"You. Shall. Never. Touch. Erik's. Mask."
*The pressure of his arms about him was becoming uncomfortable.*
"HAVE YOU NO FEAR FOR YOUR LIFE, WOMAN?"
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Post by Lady Norrington on Apr 27, 2007 11:43:37 GMT -5
((God forgive me for what I'm doing here.)) "I don't have to touch it! You can touch it!" said Megan. While Erik continued staring at her, ready to kill, Megan rolled her eyes, reached into the front of her sketchbook ((yes, I really do carry it around)), and produced a picture ((and yes, this picture is usually on my person for fundraising reasons)): "There? You happy? I've been raising money for this poor girl for years." ((I have.)) "Clearly, disfigurement is not an issue for me. All I want is one look, and then I'll try my best not to bother you about it again. I... I feel sorry for you, Erik."
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Post by Erik on Apr 27, 2007 12:07:43 GMT -5
*Erik stared in horror at the photograph, then at Megan, then back again. Then he reached out and crumpled the paper in his hand.*
"Erik neither desires nor requires your pity," *he spat.* "His face is of no interest to you or anyone else; Erik's days as a performing freak are over. He is not interested in displaying himself for your pleasure, curiosity, or pity."
*He leaned in close to her, the holes of the mask boring darkly into her eyes.*
"Do I make myself clear?" *he said, his voice dangerously low.*
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Post by Lady Norrington on Apr 27, 2007 12:09:55 GMT -5
((Virtual Megan: *is incredibly dumb today*))
She didn't reply. Her hand shot out and tore away the mask. Quickly, she thrust it down the front of her shirt- even Erik would be too polite to reach there.
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Post by Erik on Apr 27, 2007 12:53:35 GMT -5
((Oh no you didn't!))
*Erik thrust out his hand to follow hers, but too late! It met the inviolable force field of a woman's shirt. He jerked back as if burned, stared at her in horror beyond her own, and suddenly something switched. He leaned forward, his ravaged face mere centimeters from hers.*
"Are you happy now?" *he hissed.* "Erik ought to charge you for a private viewing! Oh, he has seen your type before, the female deviant who craves the taste of the forbidden! He is on to your wiles, your transparent scheming! Do you, who knows Erik's secrets, wait for me to rake your hands over his flesh, to back you into a corner and waggle his terrible head above you? Or is your interest even more depraved?"
*He lashed out with his hands and took each of hers, leading them not towards his face but against his hips.*
"Do you seek what she refused?" *he grated out.*
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Post by Lady Norrington on Apr 27, 2007 12:57:46 GMT -5
The left side of Megan's mouth pulled up. It wasn't a smile; it was a kind of confused wince.
"Holy shit!" Megan exclaimed. "Is that what you thought I was doing? Jesus!"
She tried to pull her arms away and found that she couldn't.
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Post by Erik on Apr 27, 2007 13:18:50 GMT -5
*Erik waggled his terrible head above her, if anything increasing his pressure on her wrists.*
"Jesus is not here, wench, and is not likely to return for quite some time. Women! You bait and tempt, you squirm and scheme and drop into perfectly contented lives uninvited, and you say you mean nothing by it! What is Erik meant to think by your insistence that you 'really really like' him?"
*He minced his words in a grotesque parody of female speech.*
"Erik is not so easily manipulated, and not so callow that he will fall upon the first female to present herself in his lair!"
*Exhausted by the force of his own anger, he thrust her away from him and turned around, shielding his face from view.*
"You have had your pleasure of me, it seems. Return what is mine and GO."
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Post by Lady Norrington on Apr 27, 2007 13:25:48 GMT -5
Megan crossed her arms over her chest.
"No... no, no, no! NO! EW! You think I'm going to just- to just walk in here- JESUS! Even if I wanted to..."
She shuddered.
"For the record, all I meant when I said I like you is that... in a strange way... I admire you. And I only wanted to see what you looked like, I swear. I just wanted to know if the picture in my head was correct. Please turn around..."
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Post by Erik on Apr 27, 2007 13:34:53 GMT -5
((Erik is going to be insulted soon if you do not stop denying his mad virgin skillz!))
"You had your look. Are you not satisfied?" *he sneered.* "Erik does not seek your admiration any more than he seeks your bed. And if the concept is so repugnant to you, it strikes Erik as odd that you would insist on your regard so hotly. Is Erik a mere curiosity? A teacher, a father, a eunuch? Erik is a man like any other, no more, no less."
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Post by Lady Norrington on Apr 27, 2007 13:36:30 GMT -5
"I know," said Megan. "So you could at least act like it."
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Post by Erik on Apr 27, 2007 13:41:29 GMT -5
"So speaks the grasping woman-child with no sense of self-preservation," *he replied.* "What should Erik do, when faced with your frankly unwanted presence and unspeakably rude behavior? If Erik's behavior displeases, perhaps it is the fault of Mankind itself, who do not admit him to their ranks."
*He paused for a moment.*
"Erik could have retrieved his property from you at any time."
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Post by Lady Norrington on Apr 27, 2007 13:43:44 GMT -5
"Would you have forgiven yourself?" said Megan.
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