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 Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2006 5:03 pm
What if, after Christine had kissed Erik, she realized she was in truly love with him?
What if, when she entered his lair to return the engagement ring to him once more, she stayed there and left Raoul?
Would the mob get them, or would Raoul return to fight Erik?
Well, that's up to you, isn't it?
This is a roleplay featuring Christine, Erik, Raoul, and the rest of the Phantom cast. After all- if the Phantom stays, that assumes he will still make his money from the theater.
This roleplay takes place at the exact moment Christine is in the gondola with Raoul, and requests for him to turn around so she can give Erik the engagement ring back.
Christine:
Erik: TheDarkMercenary
Christine: Norofel
Raoul: Harmonic_Soul
Mme. Giry: christine_rosseau
Meg Giry: Pandorasguardian
Carlotta: Elphie~Witch of the West
Anyone else?
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 3:35 am
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Posted: Wed Oct 11, 2006 2:09 pm
May I be Carlotta please?
I love being whiny...
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Posted: Thu Oct 12, 2006 1:42 pm
Done and done.
I'm not sure whether to pick Meg or Christine, since I'm already Christine in the other roleplay. I guess it'll depend on if someone else would like the role anytime soon.
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Posted: Sat Oct 14, 2006 3:08 am
*Erik sits around and picks his nose whilst he waits for a Christine to enter his lair!"
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Posted: Sat Oct 14, 2006 6:36 pm
((Alright alright. x.X))
Christine's dress seemed to weigh her down as she stumbled through the lake, Erik's wedding ring clutched tightly into her small fist. I have to do this.. I will return to Raoul. I will return to Raoul.. She thought silently, her thoughts straying again to the kiss she shared with Erik.
She noticed him standing and picking his nose staring at his organ as if there was no use for it anymore. Christine stood behind him, tapping his shoulder hesitantly as she held the ring in the air, intent on giving it back to him.
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 5:07 am
*Erik turns to see a vision of beauty, but the tears in his eyes blur the image*
"Christine I love you."
*The tears flow down his cheeks as he knows what she has come back for*
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 11:10 am
Christine saw the tears falling, forcing her gaze to her hand as she thrust the ring into his hand. She held it for a moment, then turning slightly on her ballet slipper. She felt the weak grip of his hand as he was overcome with emotion. "Erik.. I.." She looked to the lake, where the gondola stood just outside the gate. She felt an obligation to turn back, but a desire to stay.
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 12:09 am
Norofel Christine saw the tears falling, forcing her gaze to her hand as she thrust the ring into his hand. She held it for a moment, then turning slightly on her ballet slipper. She felt the weak grip of his hand as he was overcome with emotion. "Erik.. I.." She looked to the lake, where the gondola stood just outside the gate. She felt an obligation to turn back, but a desire to stay. *Looks at the ring in his hand and sobs as his soul burns for Christine. He knows he has to do something....but what? Quickly gets up and holds Christine is his arms* "Why do you leave? I love you Christine! I just want to guard and guide you. But my face, the infection that poisons our love! Why? I'm tired of this life! Living like this! Stay with me, so the rose of our love will never wilt and die!" *Tears are now streaming down his face. His heart pounding in his chest.*
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 2:43 pm
She whimpered, holding him. "But.." Her gaze ran again to the lake. She looked to his deformed face, then holding it in her hands. "We must run, Erik.. The theater troupe- they're coming." She kissed him softly, then repeating, "We must run."
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 4:00 pm
=Hiya! May I be the Vicomte de Chagny? It looks like you in need of one, and I could certainly polish my roleplaying skills. (I used to be classified as 'literate', but I haven't roleplayed in a while)=
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 3:07 am
((Ah, wonderful. xP I was wondering when someone would come in for the part, you've been added to the list and may start when you wish. ))
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 7:34 am
Norofel She whimpered, holding him. "But.." Her gaze ran again to the lake. She looked to his deformed face, then holding it in her hands. "We must run, Erik.. The theater troupe- they're coming." She kissed him softly, then repeating, "We must run." His heart leaps in his chest as he hears her words.* "Oh Christine!" *Kisses her passionately and then runs to a mirror. Smashes the glass (A little side thought, would Erik have such a bad life if he stopped hiding things behind mirrors? That's seven years bad luck!) and it reveals a tunnel. He turns to Christine* "Are you sure Angel? Once you belong to me, you can never be free!"
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 1:39 pm
(I see your logic there. xD Probably.)
Christine's blood turned to ice upon hearing about never being free. She closed her eyes, taking a shuddering breath. "Yes, my Angel." She looked into the tunnel, then pulling a curtain over the broken mirror. Perhaps it wouldn't completely stop them, but she knew it should at least give them a moment of confusion.
She suddenly heard cries of, "Track down the murderer! Revenge for Piangi! Revenge for Buquet!" Christine whimpered, her lower lip quivering as she grabbed his hand. "Lead me away, Erik." We should be able to return once they are gone.. Oh, I how hope Raoul doesn't join them!
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2006 2:48 pm
A man with sand colored hair stood just beyond the entrance of the Rue Scribe. His face revealed the anxiety and stress he had been put under during the past few hours; the twenty-two year old (this probably isn't correct; my apologies) had just feared for his very life, due to the unwarranted acts of a mad man. No, he wasn't even a man. He was a monster!
"To think, Christine is risking her freedom simply to return that bloody ring." He spat to himself. Raoul was a patient man, which was rare in nobility in those days, but every man had his breaking point. 'She has been in there for quite a while now,' he thought, his mind flashing the most horrible images. That face had been ghastly! 'I don't even know why I allowed her to go. What if he takes her away?' He heard the angry chanting of the staff of the Opera Populaire growing closer by the second. 'What if Christine is caught with him, and that insatiable mob kills them both?'
It really wasn't an unreasonable thought. The group of people had been through a lot of stress that night, with the killings and whatnot. It really wouldn't have been that hard to lose all sense after what they'd been through. What he had experienced firsthand.
Time was ticking, and Christine had not yet returned. The mob was just around the corner; he simply couldn't stand there! Without a look back, Raoul sprinted into the entrance with an energy unexpected for a man in his state.
"Christine!!"
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