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Post by Solange Fournier on Mar 20, 2006 22:10:16 GMT -5
"He seems like a real man, not a ghost," Armand said, voicing an opinion he'd had for some time.
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Post by Madame Giry on Mar 21, 2006 7:35:40 GMT -5
"He sure does seem that way," Rose said, trying not to give away that she was sure he was. "So...what do you do here at the opera?"
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Post by Solange Fournier on Mar 22, 2006 6:34:27 GMT -5
"I'm a singer," Armand said, completely missing the reason for the quick change in topic. "I'm a tenor."
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Post by Madame Giry on Mar 22, 2006 10:28:15 GMT -5
"Oh...you said your name was Armand? Are you one of the singers in the next performance?" Roslin inquired.
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Post by Solange Fournier on Mar 24, 2006 0:35:01 GMT -5
"I don't have a part to my knowledge," Armand replied. "I arrived at the Opera House after parts were given out."
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Post by Madame Giry on Mar 24, 2006 16:50:31 GMT -5
"Oh, I'm sorry, I must have gotten something mixed up a bit," Roslin said, blushing some and turning back towards the city. There was a whispering from a statue by the door that lead back inside. Roslin couldn't understand it but refused to pay any attention to it.
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Post by Solange Fournier on Mar 24, 2006 20:05:09 GMT -5
Armand frowned, his super sensitive hearing picking up a strange noise. "Do you hear that?" he asked.
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Post by Madame Giry on Mar 25, 2006 8:54:37 GMT -5
"N...no..." Rose said, trying not to sound suspicious.
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Post by Solange Fournier on Mar 26, 2006 21:32:17 GMT -5
"Are you sure?" he asked. "It sounded like a wolf howling, but there are no wolves in Paris."
((He he, you thought I was talking about the whispering!))
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Post by Madame Giry on Mar 27, 2006 7:26:15 GMT -5
Now Rose was really on edge. Was this something Erik was up to? Was it just her...paranoia? "Perhaps we should go inside, it's getting dark out here," Roslin suggested, looking out to see the sun slowly dying behind the city.
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Post by Solange Fournier on Mar 27, 2006 20:40:02 GMT -5
"I like the dark," Armand said absently, staring off into the distance. "If you insist, though," he said, offering his arm to escort her inside.
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Post by Madame Giry on Mar 27, 2006 20:46:46 GMT -5
Roslin took his arm with a heistitant smile. Roslin... she heard her name whispered anonymously out the shadows...it was soft, but she knew who it belonged to, and that it was highly likely that Armand had heard it as well. She tried to lead them to the door saying "Let's get inside."
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Post by Solange Fournier on Mar 28, 2006 6:51:07 GMT -5
"You didn't want me to hear that, did you?" Armand asked the girl who was tugging on his arm. He stood stock still, not letting her pull him along.
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Post by Madame Giry on Mar 28, 2006 7:14:16 GMT -5
Roslin stopped. She was a bit scared. She had know Erik to kill if something happened that he didn't want, or someone did something he didn't encourage. In the back of her mind, she somehow thought that he wouldn't like the idea of her being alone with another man, like that would make him jealous from anger. "Please, let's go," Roslin said and went to the door. But as her fingers grasped the door knob and tried to turn it, she found that it was locked.
"Go where, Roslin?" Erik said, stepping out of the shadows of the statue.
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Post by Solange Fournier on Mar 29, 2006 2:01:04 GMT -5
Armand stopped, dropping Roslin's arm. He gave a half smile.
"I was right. He most certainly is more like a real man than a ghost."
((Can't wait to see where your going with this. Armand doesn't scare easily, unlike the chorus girls!))
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