Post by Galuwen on Dec 18, 2005 23:45:40 GMT -5
Kicking off the POTO RP action, since it didn't look like anyone else was going to. I call dibs on Christine for this one...I'm going to say this is a year or so post-movie, so she's married to Raoul, but still has strong feelings for Erik (the Phantom).
"Why am I here?" Christine de Chagny asked herself for what must have been the millionth time. All of her instincts had been against her coming here. Her husband desired nothing more than to make her forget this place and everything it represented, to erase that chapter of their lives entirely and begin anew - yet, though she'd tried, she had always known she would never be able to fulfill his wish completely. So here she was, floating about the halls of the Opera Populaire like a ghost, waves of nostalgia and strange excitement assaulting her at every turn. The building was still as grand as ever, though unusually empty and silent. She was not surprised to find that, had she tried, she could still have navigated these halls blindfolded. This place had been her home for many years, and still held so many memories, dreams, and nightmares...the short eternity she'd spent away from it had done nothing to change that.
She found the door to her old dressing room almost effortlessly and was surprised by the way her hand trembled and her heart pounded wildly in her chest as she turned the knob. The room looked exactly as it had before she had vacated it - everything in exactly the same place, including -
"Look at your face in the mirror,
I am there inside!"
Her heart leaping practically into her throat, she quickly tore her gaze away from the large mirror at the back of the room, focusing instead on a vase of roses sitting on a small table. As she reached out to stroke the petals - once blood-red, now dead and blackened - she heard a familiar voice call her name...
"Why am I here?" Christine de Chagny asked herself for what must have been the millionth time. All of her instincts had been against her coming here. Her husband desired nothing more than to make her forget this place and everything it represented, to erase that chapter of their lives entirely and begin anew - yet, though she'd tried, she had always known she would never be able to fulfill his wish completely. So here she was, floating about the halls of the Opera Populaire like a ghost, waves of nostalgia and strange excitement assaulting her at every turn. The building was still as grand as ever, though unusually empty and silent. She was not surprised to find that, had she tried, she could still have navigated these halls blindfolded. This place had been her home for many years, and still held so many memories, dreams, and nightmares...the short eternity she'd spent away from it had done nothing to change that.
She found the door to her old dressing room almost effortlessly and was surprised by the way her hand trembled and her heart pounded wildly in her chest as she turned the knob. The room looked exactly as it had before she had vacated it - everything in exactly the same place, including -
"Look at your face in the mirror,
I am there inside!"
Her heart leaping practically into her throat, she quickly tore her gaze away from the large mirror at the back of the room, focusing instead on a vase of roses sitting on a small table. As she reached out to stroke the petals - once blood-red, now dead and blackened - she heard a familiar voice call her name...
