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Post by Aideen on Oct 24, 2007 13:23:52 GMT -5
She blushed and gave a small giggle "I'm sure you'd hate that, you seem quite confident in who you are."
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Post by Ronan on Oct 28, 2007 5:24:37 GMT -5
"I am."
*Ronan smiled.*
"I wouldn't want to be anyone else."
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Post by Aideen on Nov 23, 2007 19:40:34 GMT -5
((OMG I FORGOT ABOUT THIS SORRY))
"I would" she said sadly "I'd love to be one of the opera singers here, with all the big costumes and the makeup, but I've got a voice like a goat."
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Post by Ronan on Nov 25, 2007 11:20:00 GMT -5
*Ronan laughed.*
"I am sure it is not that bad."
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Post by Aideen on Nov 25, 2007 21:07:43 GMT -5
"Oh yea?" She laughed "Well to me it is, my mum said I had a wonderful voice, boot, I gave up on singing a long time ago."
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Post by Ronan on Dec 5, 2007 6:03:46 GMT -5
"Yeah, you should always listen to your mom. That's a golden rule, right there."
*Ronan said.*
"And besides, you haven't heard horrible singing, until you heard me sing. I can make dogs howl and break glass."
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Post by Aideen on Dec 7, 2007 15:58:53 GMT -5
"Then we are two peas in a pod old man" Aideen smiled and looked down.
"It's getting late, I should probably head in" she looked over at the man and then suddenly gave him a large hug relasing him slowly "It was good meeting you Ronan, I hope I run in to you again one day."
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Post by Ronan on Dec 10, 2007 6:26:21 GMT -5
"Me too."
*Ronan said with an honest smile.*
"Goodnight."
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Post by Christian Daaé on Aug 21, 2008 17:01:42 GMT -5
**NEW...NIGHT**
*It had been a long time since Christian had been to the opera house, even longer since he'd stepped within it's walls, wandered it's halls. It felt almost strange to be here again, after being away for so long. It...didn't feel like home, somehow, not anymore.
Still, he walked here and there, going to places that he used to frequent when he lived here. His tour of the opera house ended on the roof, where he used to go to be alone with his thoughts, way back in those days before he'd been torn from his own world and brought to this one.
He watched the stars in the sky for a time, softly humming for a while before finally breaking into song... *
Sei venuta in sogno a me un dì lontano, mi hai detto questo sarà il tuo futuro, e giustizia sarà fatta per tua mano contro un figlio spietato e corrotto. Un comandante si ritroverà schiavo, e uno schiavo diventerà un gladiatore. E attraversando le terre e il dolore sfiderà anche l'imperatore.
Morir per te è il mio destino. Roma la bella dea per me ha deciso.
Nel silenzio ma con l'anima forte sento che il tempo mi trascina alla morte. Ho visto troppo scempio e il cuore mio langue. Vendicherò i miei fratelli col sangue. Questo prometto a te.
Morir per te...
Giuro per sempre a te di viver, morire per te. Se tu sarai con me lo so, Dea Roma, vincerò.
E la vittoria sarà la mia. Dea Roma, vincerò. Io vincerò.
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Post by Jesse James on Aug 23, 2008 2:48:17 GMT -5
Jesse had been sitting on the roof taking a break from work to smoke a cigarette.
Paris always looked so much better from afar.
He heard someone enter the roof but said nothing, he had been on the other side of of the roof, blocked by a large metal object. He had been contended to stay quiet, until, well until the person started singing.
James hadn't heard such a beautiful voice in his life, he stood up and light another cigarette and began clapping.
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Post by Christian Daaé on Aug 23, 2008 9:32:58 GMT -5
*Startled at the wholly unexpected audience, Christian jumped a bit and spun around, only to see the source of the clapping. He laughed sheepishly*
"Oh...thanks. It's not my best--I haven't sung in a while..."
*The man was unfamiliar, but then again, Christian didn't know many people in Paris in the first place. It was time to change that*
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Post by Jesse James on Aug 23, 2008 15:27:10 GMT -5
"I've heard ya before, you used ta sing here all the time if I am correct" he pulled the cigarette from his mouth and smiled "a'course I aint never actually seen ya before, to busy cleaning the stage an' what-not" he walked over to the man and stretched his hand out "Jesse James, head of the custodial team here at the ol' opera."
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Post by Christian Daaé on Aug 23, 2008 16:01:23 GMT -5
*Christian smiled, shaking Jesse's hand*
"I didn't think anyone paid attention to me, except my teacher. Thanks for listening, at any rate."
*He glanced at Jesse curiously*
"You're...not from around here?"
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Post by Jesse James on Aug 23, 2008 16:08:57 GMT -5
"Aint nothing, ya got a right nice voice" he took a long drag off his cigarette and smile "naa, I'm from the states, Missouri ta be exact."
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Post by Christian Daaé on Aug 23, 2008 16:34:29 GMT -5
*He brightened up a bit*
"America? I've always wanted to visit there...I've only ever been in Europe. What's it like in Missouri?"
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