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Post by Charlotte on Jan 14, 2006 18:50:42 GMT -5
(Feel free to join in if you wish)
Charlotte wandered down the halls, listening to the soft pat of her slippers on the floor, and feeling the silence close in around her.
Perhaps it wasn't such a good idea to explore the place, she thought to herself nervously. It is awfully empty.
Trying to make herself feel better, she began to sing softly. Her voice was not the voice of a singer, it held no extreme talent, that was why she was a ballerina. But it was pretty nonetheless, and as it grew in strength, so did she until she walked with confidence, once again excited about the prospect of discovering something interesting.
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Potofreak
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Angel of Music
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Post by Potofreak on Jan 15, 2006 16:21:45 GMT -5
Erik, moving amongst the empty rooms, listened stealthily.
His cloak made barely audible swishing sounds as he moved, and he watched the girl, moving with the grace of a dancer through the halls - he recognized her as one of the new ballerinas. He made a note to himself to watch her practice later on.
He listened to her voice as she sang - it was not wonderful by any means, but she could be trained, taught to be better, and she could develop into quite a singer - he pushed these thoughts from her head as he realized he wasn't keeping up with her, and rushed ahead.
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Post by Charlotte on Jan 16, 2006 1:47:50 GMT -5
Charlotte's voice faltered and she had the feeling of being watched. She shook it from her like old cobwebs and began singing again, but felt her voice crack.
She cleared her throat, knowing she was frightened, feeling the hairs prick up on the back of her neck.
"Is...is someone there?" She asked, croaking out the first word so she had to say it again. She took a step forward, unwittingly switching to her ballerina's walk, feet carefully and gracefully pointed. She felt more aware this way.
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Potofreak
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Post by Potofreak on Jan 16, 2006 2:16:21 GMT -5
Erik debated answering, and decided not to - not yet.
He stopped moving, ducking into a shadowed corner, knowing more than a few ways out if she were to come his way.
He would wait, and then decide whether or not she was worth teaching.
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Post by Solange Fournier on Jan 16, 2006 8:49:08 GMT -5
Solange was around the corner and heard the question. Sighing, she stepped out so that Charlotte could see her. "I'm here," she said, almost inaudibly. "I'm sorry if I scared you."
Solange could feel her face turning red as she spoke to the girl. She was so shy, speaking to other people was not her strong point.
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Potofreak
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Post by Potofreak on Jan 16, 2006 14:13:04 GMT -5
Erik shook his head disgustedly and spun about, stalking to the tapestry and ducking under it to dissappear down to his dungeons.
Interruptions!
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Post by Charlotte on Jan 16, 2006 14:19:47 GMT -5
Charlotte let out a deep sigh of relief as the girl came around the corner, but she still couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching her.
"It's all right. I'm Charlotte. What's your name?" she began to say, but before she could get to 'Charlotte' she heard the sound of fabric moving and spun around. Eyes wide, she looked around...but there was no one.
She cursed quietly to herself and shook her head. Even if it had been the legendary Phantom of the Opera, it was better that he not be near her. He was, after all, dangerous.
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Post by Solange Fournier on Jan 16, 2006 18:59:03 GMT -5
Solange began to tremble in fear.
"Solange," she said, almost whispering. "I'm a singer here."
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Post by Charlotte on Jan 16, 2006 20:40:24 GMT -5
Charlotte smiled kindly at her, trying to mask her own fear.
"It's all right, Solange. It was just...a mouse or something. Harmless." She tried to convince herself. "Are you a Soprano I, Soprano II, Alto I...What is it?"
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Post by Solange Fournier on Jan 16, 2006 21:03:51 GMT -5
Solange could feel her face going bright red again. "Nothing. I'm just really shy." She smiled slightly, but it was obviously forced. "I'm a soprano I... soubrette."
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Post by Jeanne Grise on Jan 16, 2006 22:31:05 GMT -5
Being quite new to the Opera House, Jeanne had gotten lost from the stage to her dorms. She didn't know where she had first strayed from the trail, but she had heard a soft voice singing. Absindmindedly, she went in search of the singer. Tiptoeing and shivering, she came upon to figures in the hall. Relief swelled through her when she saw it was two girls who looked slightly frightned, but not dangerous. Jeanne had heard a few stories of the Opera Ghost, but she was unsure if she believed in such fairy tales.
"Bonjour," said Jeanne, nearly startling the two girls. "I am quite lost and quite new." Jeanne smiled brightly as she stepped foward.
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Post by Solange Fournier on Jan 16, 2006 22:34:13 GMT -5
Solange jumped. "Bonjour," she replied. "There are a lot of new people at the moment. I'm Solange."
Solange could not believe that she had managed to speak to this girl. There was something welcoming about her that made her not so shy.
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Post by Jeanne Grise on Jan 16, 2006 22:39:15 GMT -5
Jeanne nearly laughed out loud after she realized she had forgotten to introduce herself.
"Hello Solange, I'm Jeanne." Jeanne paused to think. "I haven't seen you at all before. You're not a ballerina, are you?" Jeanne made sure to look at the other girl, so as not to leave her out of the conversation.
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Post by Solange Fournier on Jan 16, 2006 22:50:24 GMT -5
"No," Solange replied. "I'm a singer. I've been here for a while, I was in the chorus for a few years after I finished at the Conservatoire."
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Post by Jeanne Grise on Jan 16, 2006 23:28:48 GMT -5
Jeanne nodded. It was her mother's wish that Jeanne would be an opera singer, but her voice was not strong enough and she lacked natural talent.
"You were in the chorus? Do you have a bigger part now in the up-coming opera?"
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