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Post by Madame Giry on Apr 21, 2006 16:29:09 GMT -5
"Kristine?" Roslin said, knocking and opening the door gently to the diva's room. She was nervous as she looked around for the singer.
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Post by Kristine D'Anton on Apr 22, 2006 13:43:01 GMT -5
Kristine had been sitting at her dressing table, undoing her hair from the costume-like "do" it had been in for the opera. Hearing someone knock on the door, she turned to see Roslin slip in and shut it behind her. "Roslin!" she said smiling "what is it?"
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Post by Madame Giry on Apr 23, 2006 7:44:17 GMT -5
Roslin smiled back. "Well, I just wanted to let you know you did a good job," she said. She noticed a vase of red roses with black ribbons.
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Post by Kristine D'Anton on Apr 23, 2006 9:08:17 GMT -5
Kristine blushed slightly, she was still getting used to being the new ingenue "thanks Roslin, you're very kind" she noticed Roslins eyes dart quickly to a boquet of roses that she hadn't noticed before. She shrugged it off though, Madame Giry had probably dropped them off before Kristine had returned to her dressing room.
((ugh, half awake, is that how you spell ingenue??))
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Post by Madame Giry on Apr 30, 2006 14:15:47 GMT -5
"As a matter of fact, I hear the Phantom was quite pleased," Roslin said, a friendly and nervous smile on her lips. She walked gingerly over to the vase and took out a rose. As she did, the small candal by the vase went out, but no others. She turned her head slightly.
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Post by Kristine D'Anton on May 1, 2006 19:18:21 GMT -5
Kristine looked over at Roslin, confused at her sudden mention of the Phantom. Sure, she had heard the stories, but hearing Roslin refer to him so casually caught Kristine's attention "really?" she said, "what makes you say that? not ot be rude or anything...I was just..." she let the sentence trail off.
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Post by Madame Giry on May 2, 2006 8:26:31 GMT -5
"I understand. Well, to be perfectly honest I don't think it is a good idea..." Roslin began, a group of candles went out. Out of the darkness the whispers of Kristine and Rose could be faintly heard. Roslin bit her lip.
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Post by Kristine D'Anton on May 2, 2006 19:37:13 GMT -5
Kristine stopped mid question when she noticed a group of candles spontaniously go out. Kristine tried to look through the dark to where she remembered Roslin being, but her eyes had not yet adjusted to the sudden darkness. Almost as if on a breeze, she thought she could hear her name drift through the room. "Roslin..." she said, "did you hear that?"
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Post by Madame Giry on May 2, 2006 21:14:44 GMT -5
Roslin was about to no, but then she thought yes, then no...her mind was spinning. What was she suppose to say? "Yes...it's him. Kristine, I think we should...talk," she said. Rose felt that Kristine should know about Rose and Erik before...whatever was going to happen.
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Post by Kristine D'Anton on May 3, 2006 8:14:09 GMT -5
Kristine felt over to where she thought her dressing table was, and was rewarded when she felt the polished wood beneath her fingers. after several moments of groping around, she was able to find a single match. lighting one of the candles she turned to the redhaired girl. the small light casting both their fcaes in shadow. "Roslin.." she began "do I need to know something? do mean to say that he's...??" she trailed the sentence, not sure of what she was asking.
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Post by Madame Giry on May 3, 2006 8:31:49 GMT -5
"...he is my brother..." Roslin said bluntly. "How kindly of you to finally say so, Rose," Erik's voice said, though it sounded as though he was right there, he was no where to be seen.
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Post by Kristine D'Anton on May 3, 2006 15:07:27 GMT -5
Kristine nearly dropped the candle she was holding, and in an attempt to see who the voice was, raised it higher, casting a flickering glow around the two of them. However the room was distinctly empty. Kristine struggled to calm her nerves down. She thought for a moment of talking to the voice, but decided against it and confronted Rose instead. "he's your...brother? she asked, confused.
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Post by Madame Giry on May 3, 2006 15:35:10 GMT -5
"Yes," Rose said. Her voice was nither nervous or strong, just certain. "And...he wishes to met with her to help you practice and to...mature your voice further. He says..." Rose began, but Erik wanted to speak for himself. "...I wrote this next opera just for you and it is quite hard. But only hard enough to make you work for it," his voice said again.
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Post by Kristine D'Anton on May 3, 2006 16:28:38 GMT -5
Kristine almost jumped when she heard the voice again but restrained herself. "thank you...? she said, her voice hesitant. Deciding that apparently he wanted to speak for himself, Kristine spoke directly to the voice."where are you?" she finally asked, not sure if her nerves could take talking to the air for much longer.
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Post by Madame Giry on May 3, 2006 20:38:55 GMT -5
"No where...everywhere..." Erik whispered. "He's probably right..." Roslin pulled back a taprestry that covered the wall to reveal and alcove with a dark, masked figure inside. "...here."
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