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Post by Josephine on Jan 15, 2008 13:38:07 GMT -5
((Please note the underline before you have a spazz attack about any of your characters))
*Oh, the rage. The white-hot, blinding rage. That she should be denied the one thing she could not have, thanks to he who was her but not her. She stormed through opera house, scaring ballet rats and backstage workers alike, sparking fresh rumors about the Phantom (about his sex change, mostly) until she found herself at the hitch for the chandelier, far above the auditorium. Below, a rehearsal was breaking up. The people down below were far enough away that the falling structure wouldn't kill anyone, but it would cause some nice injuries and incur wonderful damage to property.
Would serve them all right, too.*
"WELL, I HOPE YOU ENJOYED YOUR AUDITIONS!" Her voice boomed as she grabbed a lever and pulled.
And down went the chandelier...*
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Post by Sorelli on Jan 15, 2008 13:39:32 GMT -5
*The sudden yell made her jump, but when she looked up and saw what was happening, she did what any normal person would--she screamed and ran for cover, expecting to feel shards of chandelier stab through her *
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Post by Erik on Jan 15, 2008 14:27:26 GMT -5
*His search for her had advanced to the upper levels, and he heard the telltale creak of the counterweights just before the chandelier went down. His long legs carried his swiftly to the chamber above the now-bare chain.*
"You!" *he hissed, his anger at this usurpation showing in the return of his old face.* "How dare you visit your ire on Erik's domain!"
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Cécile Jammes
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I do *not* dance like a calf in a field!
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Post by Cécile Jammes on Jan 15, 2008 14:33:10 GMT -5
*Jammes, though she had screeched like a chicken as the chandelier came down, was not afraid of any ghosts. She was afraid of the chandelier itself, but not of the people who were dropping it.*
*And she was quite sure it was people this time, too. As soon as the dust settled she defiantly gazed up at the place where the chandelier had once hung from, as if childishly trying to prove that she wasn't afraid. Sure enough, there were two shadowy forms visible in the dark space high above the auditorium.*
*Mother of god, those silly rumors had been right. One of the shapes was distinctly female, if thin like the one she knew to be Erik's.*
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Post by Josephine on Jan 15, 2008 17:41:19 GMT -5
*She whirled toward Erik, in no mood to be speaking to him*
"Oh? And how dare YOU for stealing Erika's Angel of Music, when you have so many at your beck and call!"
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Post by Erik on Jan 15, 2008 17:44:31 GMT -5
*Erik advanced on her by one menacing step.*
"Erik did not steal him," *he growled.* "Christian appeared; Erik took care of him. Would you rather I had left the boy on his own? In such a hostile land as this? That he loves Erik, and not Erika, is not Erik's fault."
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Post by Josephine on Jan 15, 2008 18:57:28 GMT -5
*She jabbed a finger into his chest.*
"You could have taken care of him without stealing his heart and mind! He does not feel the same anymore! I am only a tutor now, nothing else! You stole what should have been mine!"
*Her voice wavered with the need to hold back sobs*
"You have a Daae, you have a son, you have others. You don't need to take everything...not everything..."
*Her voice finally cracked*
"All Erika wants is that one thing. One thing she is denied. You of all people should understand the misery this brings!"
*With that, she all but ripped her mask off, revealing her face to be much like his had once been all the time--death's head, only female this time*
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Post by Erik on Jan 15, 2008 19:06:34 GMT -5
((I did mention that he'd gotten uglified in his anger, up there.))
*Erik laughed mirthlessly.*
"Does Erik indeed?" *he asked, gesturing to his own face.* "You see, Erik's good fortune waxes and wanes."
*He took another menacing step forward.*
"Do you honestly mean to tell Erik you would have sat quietly by, had our positions been reversed? You could have watched Erik's Daae without comment, without wanting? And if it so happened you could have... If Christian had put himself out of your reach... Would you not have done as Erik has?"
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Post by Josephine on Jan 15, 2008 19:11:29 GMT -5
*She was shaking with the effort not to cry, knowing part of her emotional outbursts were due to that damnable happening that cursed women every month. Something she could well do without.*
"Of course. But the knowing does not make this easier, as you know yourself."
*She unceremoniously donned her mask again*
"Erika sees that both of us being in this place would cause nothing but strife. She thinks it best she move on elsewhere in Paris."
*Her composure was back*
"But not too far."
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Post by Erik on Jan 15, 2008 19:19:58 GMT -5
*Erik tilted his head at her, struck by the odd familiarity of her every gesture. The replacement of the mask--that was familiar to him. The way stood and spoke reminded him of Julian. He did not quite realize that it was because Julian moved like him.*
"You needn't leave," *he said roughly.* "But do not interfere in Erik's affairs."
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Post by Josephine on Jan 15, 2008 19:24:32 GMT -5
*She smirked, crossing her arms*
"Oh now Erik, do you think Erika would completely keep away from Christian?"
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Post by Erik on Jan 15, 2008 19:26:40 GMT -5
*Erik unconsciously mirrored her posture.*
"No," *he said. And she could find her way around his traps.* "What do you propose, then?"
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Post by Josephine on Jan 15, 2008 19:33:30 GMT -5
*She pondered this for a moment*
"Perhaps, as you are the Phantom below, Erika could be the Phantom above. There is space aplenty in the attics of the opera house for her to live in. Though against one another we could be quite dangerous, working in tandem we could be much worse."
*She was grinning now, rather unpleasantly.*
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Post by Erik on Jan 15, 2008 20:18:54 GMT -5
*Erik watched her, a smile creeping about his handsome features.*
"Indeed," *he said. Julian had said much the same thing.* "Perhaps there is enough, here, to please us both."
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Post by Josephine on Jan 15, 2008 20:24:53 GMT -5
"Yes. The opera is big enough, no? Plenty of space to put plots into motion."
*Gazed down at the auditorium, watching the people down there scurry like rats around the shattered chandelier*
"Erika wonders what is in the works for operas to be performed. How goes this? Any managerial troubles?"
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