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Post by Madame Giry on Jun 1, 2006 10:25:16 GMT -5
Rose and Erik had made it safely back to the lair, but the phantom was badly wounded. "Madame Giry gave me these bandages and ointments. She said later that she would come down and check...after the party," Roslin explained as she dabbed a cloth, with water and a healing ointment on it, onto Erik wound. He grimaced. "What about my opera? I can't control anything now, it'll be ruined...and that Alyna girl..." Erik said. "Calm down...things will turn out fine. We can...bring Kristine here to practice and...I'll watch things up there." "Like those chorus girls and ballerinas and tenors are going to listen to you, Rose. I can't sweep in and scare them into praticing or get them out of the way or anything. It'll be ruined until my shoulder heals." Roslin sighed. She had thought of a solution, but she would let Erik rest first.
((...to be continued...))
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Post by Madame Giry on Jun 1, 2006 11:43:16 GMT -5
An hour or so later, Erik was asleep and Madame Giry came down and bandaged him up, not saying a word. Then Mme. Giry left. Roslin then went through an old closet of costumes and such that Erik had. She found what she needed: sleeve-less black dress, black shoes and a black cloak - all with red lining - along with a few other things. Then she took one of Erik's white masks, the kind that covered both eyes, and 'feminized' it a bit. Lastly, she found a bottle of black dye. --------- Erik awoke to see a girl beside him, reading a book. She reminded him of someone, but he wasn't sure. She wore a black dress and red gloves. Her hair was black and curly. But her eyes were a pleasant and recognizable brown. "Roslin? What happened to you?" he inquired, too tired to sit up. "I've created another ghost," she simply replied. "We'll be able to keep this Opera house in working condition until you are well again. If nothing is done...we'll, Carlotta in the lead, Alyna getting her way, stupid playwrites being performed, the Opera House will plumit (sp?)." "I don't know, little sister," Erik said, closing his eyes. "Leave it to me..." she simply replied, handing him some hot tea.
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Post by Madame Giry on Jun 1, 2006 15:17:04 GMT -5
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