Post by Erik Gauthier on Feb 27, 2013 1:44:17 GMT -5
Erik turned around, his eyes narrowing as he took in his surroundings. He had no idea where he was. This was not pleasing to him, nor was the thought that there might be others who would find him in such a vulnerable state. He was not fully dressed, having determined that he was to be alone for the evening - no visit from Nadir was expected, and he was to be found only in shirtsleeves. His favorite vest, trousers, and boots were the only other portions of his outfit that had made the trip with him.
Not much could be read of the man's expression past the narrowing of his eyes as his black mask covered all but those and his lower lip and jaw. He was not well and looked half starved, even for the Opera Ghost as he'd resolved to wither away and die after losing what he'd thought was the companion who would save him from himself.
Erik knew better now. What he had wanted was not to be. It could not be. He loathed the thought, but there was nothing to be done except die, in his mind. And so he'd set about doing just that. Only fate had other ideas, it seemed. His first reaction was a wish to burn the whole place - where-ever and whatever it was - to the ground.
A deep scowl formed as he continued to survey his surroundings. He seemed to be in some sort of receiving room for visitors, though it seemed abandoned at present. He was loathe to move from this strange room, even though finding himself there had been quite unwanted. It seemed almost unnatural to him that he would find himself there with no memory of the trip there, or at least who had gotten him there. He had a perfect memory, after all. He'd stressed as much to Christine on several occasions - it was more a curse than a blessing to him. Who would want to remember every horrible word, every horrible event in their life? And Erik had far more negative and bad things than good to remember.
He shuddered, but quickly suppressed the reaction - showing weakness in such a place and situation was not only risky, it was foolish. Who knew who might be watching?
Those mismatched eyes of his narrowed again as he drew himself up to his full height and began to explore the room at length. If he was going to be stuck there and hole up in this particular room, he was going to need a good idea of what he had and did not have. The onetime 'ghost' was certain he would have to venture forth for food, at the very least. He huffed softly to himself, the annoyance threatening to turn into a blind anger at this whole sorry situation.
"What a position I find myself in. This is not what I wanted at all.."
Not much could be read of the man's expression past the narrowing of his eyes as his black mask covered all but those and his lower lip and jaw. He was not well and looked half starved, even for the Opera Ghost as he'd resolved to wither away and die after losing what he'd thought was the companion who would save him from himself.
Erik knew better now. What he had wanted was not to be. It could not be. He loathed the thought, but there was nothing to be done except die, in his mind. And so he'd set about doing just that. Only fate had other ideas, it seemed. His first reaction was a wish to burn the whole place - where-ever and whatever it was - to the ground.
A deep scowl formed as he continued to survey his surroundings. He seemed to be in some sort of receiving room for visitors, though it seemed abandoned at present. He was loathe to move from this strange room, even though finding himself there had been quite unwanted. It seemed almost unnatural to him that he would find himself there with no memory of the trip there, or at least who had gotten him there. He had a perfect memory, after all. He'd stressed as much to Christine on several occasions - it was more a curse than a blessing to him. Who would want to remember every horrible word, every horrible event in their life? And Erik had far more negative and bad things than good to remember.
He shuddered, but quickly suppressed the reaction - showing weakness in such a place and situation was not only risky, it was foolish. Who knew who might be watching?
Those mismatched eyes of his narrowed again as he drew himself up to his full height and began to explore the room at length. If he was going to be stuck there and hole up in this particular room, he was going to need a good idea of what he had and did not have. The onetime 'ghost' was certain he would have to venture forth for food, at the very least. He huffed softly to himself, the annoyance threatening to turn into a blind anger at this whole sorry situation.
"What a position I find myself in. This is not what I wanted at all.."
