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Post by Madame Giry on Jun 19, 2006 8:11:43 GMT -5
Roslin entered the Lair and led Alyna to the front by the piano. Erik was on a couch lying down, still there from his practice with Kristine the night prior. "What do you want, foolish girl?" He asked harshly, but he was merely annoyed.
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Post by alyna on Jun 19, 2006 8:14:09 GMT -5
"That's no way to speak to Rose," Alyna told him pointedly. A few things ran through her head and she discarded each one by one. Might as well stall for now.
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Post by Madame Giry on Jun 19, 2006 8:15:18 GMT -5
"He was talking to you," Roslin informed her.
"Say what you mean to say, I have things to do," Erik said.
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Post by alyna on Jun 19, 2006 8:17:17 GMT -5
((she knew XD))
"First unblindfold me and tell her to leave."Alyna nodded her head toward where she heard Rose's voice last.
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Post by Madame Giry on Jun 19, 2006 8:20:09 GMT -5
"No," Erik said. Roslin sunk away as quiet as a fox to her underground bedroom that had been set up to do some drawing. This was unheard by anyone. "I will not tell my sister to go away and I will not unblindfold you. You are in my realm, child. Remember that."
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Post by alyna on Jun 19, 2006 8:24:38 GMT -5
Alyna pulled the mask out of her back pocket with her hand. Her left foot grabbed it between two toes and she dropped it on the floor. "If I were, I would be long dead. Admit that I am not just a meddling ballerina. Meddling ballerinas do not hold a knife over you with one hand and your own mask with the other, like I did just a few days ago. You even would have killed Kristine if she did that."
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Post by Madame Giry on Jun 19, 2006 8:26:26 GMT -5
"I could kill you know," Erik reminded her as he pulled out his sword and touched it to her neck. Then let the sword rest. "I would choose your words wisely if I were you. Did you only come her to gloat then?"
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Post by alyna on Jun 19, 2006 8:35:43 GMT -5
"Maybe." Alyna sat down regally in the first seat she felt, the piano's. She drew in a painful breath for a moment, but then her calm expression came back. "But I'm not that stupid. First I have a question."
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Post by Madame Giry on Jun 19, 2006 8:47:56 GMT -5
"Be quick about it then," Erik snapped.
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Post by alyna on Jun 19, 2006 8:56:37 GMT -5
"Am I holding something above you? Or are you aftraid of the police? Because I'm sitting here at your mercy and it seems that in both our opinions, I should be dead. So why aren't I?"
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Post by Madame Giry on Jun 19, 2006 8:59:58 GMT -5
"Because killing isn't something you should do unless you've thought about it, atleast with a female. Anyways, I have already discussed with Mme. Giry about having you sent to the Opera House in Marselle," Erik said.
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Post by alyna on Jun 19, 2006 9:03:40 GMT -5
Alyna let the 'female' mention slip by. "You know you can't get rid of me that easily. And you've had plenty of time to think about it, Erik, it's been months since you gave me that necklace back. Don't try to switch topics on me so that you don't have to answer fully."
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Post by Madame Giry on Jun 19, 2006 9:07:41 GMT -5
"Months? You are truly confused. Le Soufre Consigne was merely a month ago, atleast a month from them the opera closed. Those here at the Opera Populaire can't not have an Opera for several months, that would truly disrupted things," Erik said, but this wasn't a harsh tone, more of an informative tone. Then it switched. "And I have answered you fully, unless ofcourse you want me to cut your throat."
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Post by alyna on Jun 19, 2006 9:12:51 GMT -5
"Even if I did, you wouldn't do it. There's something about you that makes people not be able to anticipate your next move, and I respect that, because I have always strived to be that way. But for some reason, despite the many chances you've had even in the past few minutes, I'm still breathing, and I will be when I leave."
((I have to leave in a few minutes.))
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Post by Madame Giry on Jun 19, 2006 9:16:28 GMT -5
Erik was frustrated. This girl was dwelling on the same stupid subject he had already answered a thousand times. He picked up his sword again and pressed the tip against her thraot, drawing a drop of blood. "I hope you know that you words are welcoming death," he said.
((Okay...do you want her to die, btw?))
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