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Post by Micaela on Sept 24, 2007 20:14:06 GMT -5
*She laughed haughtily.*
"Very funny monsieur, you slay me. As I recall, there was no asking involved, it was entirely your doing."
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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 24, 2007 20:19:17 GMT -5
"You keep going back to that. What is it? Secretly wish you could kiss me again?"
*They were now in each other's faces, noses almost touching*
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Post by Erik on Sept 24, 2007 20:34:29 GMT -5
((*clap clap clap* Oh, you are very entertaining!))
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Post by Micaela on Sept 25, 2007 15:00:10 GMT -5
*She narrowed her eyes.*
"Considering your lips have been kissing and doing God knows what else to Erik recently, I think the answer is plain!"
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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 25, 2007 17:27:53 GMT -5
"Aren't we the crude one? And, not that it's any of your goddamn business, what gives you the right to go jumping to conclusions like that? How the hell would you know what happens in the lair? Are you some kind of voyeur?"
*Though his face and stance no longer betrayed any emotion, it was quite clear that he was angry*
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Post by Micaela on Sept 25, 2007 17:35:17 GMT -5
*She snorted.*
"You think I'm crude? Please, open your eyes, step outside of the happy little box you've placed yourself in, and take a look at the world! Open your eyes, and maybe you'd see what's right in front of you! Hell, step outside of the Opera and maybe you'd realize there's a world that doesn't give a damn about you or Erik or the opera! Personally, I'm off to join it!" *She said, turning around to go, mumbling angry curses and insults in gaelic.*
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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 25, 2007 17:42:55 GMT -5
"And why don't YOU take a step back for a moment, and maybe try to see that not everybody is going to hate or like the same people you do! One cannot choose who, and how, they will love! I would have thought you might have understood that.
Go ahead and leave. I don't need you telling me how to live my life. Oh, and one more thing?"
*He rattled off a string of words in Swedish*
"Two can play that game."
*He turned on his heel and strode in the opposite direction*
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Post by Micaela on Sept 25, 2007 17:47:24 GMT -5
*She stalked angrily up the aisle, grabbing a letter from her pocket that the Populaire had forgotten to forward to her new address (it was a day or so old) and opening it up. Her walking slowed as she read, and once she finished she was at the end of the aisle, completely stopped. Suddenly her knees gave out and she landed with a thud on the floor, sitting and staring forward blankly.* "God sure has one fucked-up sense of humor." *She said weakly, having forgotten Christian was there entirely. She blinked back crystalline tears, determined to wait until she got home... if she managed to do so.*
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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 25, 2007 18:00:21 GMT -5
*He almost kept going. A part of him said he should, that he was better off simply leaving her behind him. But he couldn't. He simply didn't have enough spite in him to do so. He stopped in his tracks and turned toward her, though he didn't approach.
He kept his voice even as he spoke*
"What are you talking about?"
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Post by Micaela on Sept 25, 2007 18:01:20 GMT -5
*The letter fluttered to the floor, her hands frozen as if they were still holding it, both shaking ever-so-slightly.*
"My family..." *She whispered hoarsely.*
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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 25, 2007 18:18:37 GMT -5
*He still didn't move, though all the hard edge had faded. His gaze flicked to the note she'd dropped before focusing back on her*
"What's happened to them?"
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Post by Micaela on Sept 25, 2007 18:23:39 GMT -5
*She let out a single, shuddering sob before turning around to glare at him.*
"Why the hell haven't you left yet?" *She snapped, meaner than she had meant to, and stood up, muttering to herself about going home. She left the note on the ground as she left the auditorium.*
*The note read:*
Dearest Micaela-
I hate to be the one to write you, I truly do. It is my sad duty to tell you that much of the family has fallen ill. Your mother, sister, brother, and cousin Megan and her family have already left us, God be with them. Your father is gravely ill, and wishes for your presence at his bedside, if that is at all possible. Much of the rest of the family is still sick, and your presence, I believe, would be strengthening to them in this time of suffering.
Yours in grief, Father Coram O'Flaherty
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Post by Christian Daaé on Sept 25, 2007 18:31:48 GMT -5
*Christian rolled his eyes and stalked off, muttering under his breath in Swedish. He paid the note no attention. *
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