Christine Svenna Daaé
Twisted every way, what answer can I give?
Screw being ladylike; Imma Pageboy!
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Post by Christine Svenna Daaé on Dec 31, 2012 3:15:43 GMT -5
Christine Svenna listened as Angela explained to her that Vincent was a bit shy at times... except she called him Raoul. Christine Svenna of course knew that the man's name was Raoul, however, discussing multiple people, all with the same name, tended to get a bit on the confusing side, especially for her, It was just easier to remember this way, if she called him something else rather than the name of her childhood friend.
And then the other woman asked a question which caused Svenna to tilt her head a little in confusion. “No, I can't say we have... at least, you don't look familiar at all to me... Maybe you're thinking of someone else?”
And then, she looked around the room again at all of the people she'd never seen before, though a few she did recognize... “You'll have to introduce me to everyone,” she said. “I'm afraid I don't know most of the people here...”
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Christine Daaé
The Swedish Nightingale and Fairy of the North
If when the time comes, I refuse to go with you, well then, Raoul, you must carry me off by force!
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Post by Christine Daaé on Dec 31, 2012 3:28:40 GMT -5
The other woman claimed that they had never met before, but Christine was not so sure. Hmmmm... There was most certainly something that she had recognized about the other woman. She could have sworn she'd seen her somewhere, though she could not lace the exact location. Now that she studied her more closely, she saw that she bore an uncanny resemblance to Christine Emilie, but a good few years younger than her. Perhaps that was it? She would certainly figure it out soon enough.
And then the other woman asked to be introduced to the other guests. “Oh! Yes, how silly of me. I'm terribly sorry, Mademoiselle. Now let's see here... Where to begin...” Christine glanced about the room, looking for a good place to start the introductions.
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Post by ladybarbossa on Dec 31, 2012 16:19:41 GMT -5
Re-entering the room where the ladies gathered for a little Bridal Shower for the golden hair Christine Daaé, carrying a tray of hot tea in a fine large pot with matching cups plus a small cooler for the ice so that some of the women could have the iced tea that it sounded like were so very excited to enjoy. Sugar and cream were brought as well with a couple small platters of tea sandwiches and desserts.
Moving over to the coffee table and setting the tray down, looking up at the Bride-To-Be about to ask what she wanted, but suddenly took a double take upon seeing Svenna nearly paled and froze. After a moment she turned her attention back to Christine. "Did you want some hot tea?" Smiling as her eyes danced over to Svenna hesitantly for but a moment.
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Meg "Oh! La La" Giry
Diamonds never sparkle bright, if they aren't set just right
Just Keep Smiling...
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Post by Meg "Oh! La La" Giry on Jan 1, 2013 22:37:00 GMT -5
Meg fluffed her hair, sighing. "Tell me about it. I haven't met a SINGLE person I know from NYC. It's frustrating having to explain how it works around there."
She crossed her arms, tilting her head. "Considering we're all from different time periods, which one are you from? We may have even crossed paths..."
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Christine Daaé
The Swedish Nightingale and Fairy of the North
If when the time comes, I refuse to go with you, well then, Raoul, you must carry me off by force!
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Post by Christine Daaé on Jan 2, 2013 2:28:10 GMT -5
Christine had been trying to figure out who she should introduce Svenna to first when Emilie returned with the fresh pot of not tea. She set her tea tray down and came up, seemingly bewildered by the presence of the other woman. They did look a great deal like one another... Perhaps they were related? Well, she supposed it would be as good of a start as any...
Emilie asked her if she would like some tea. “Perhaps in a moment, if you don't mind. Thank you so much for making it though. Emilie, this is Svenna. Svenna, this is Emilie. Svenna is friend of my fiancé's whom he invited to the wedding...”
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Christine Svenna Daaé
Twisted every way, what answer can I give?
Screw being ladylike; Imma Pageboy!
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Post by Christine Svenna Daaé on Jan 2, 2013 4:59:22 GMT -5
Svenna blinked deliberately and slowly when a woman walked up to herself and Angie and then Angela introduced them. Emilie... Why... Why this woman looked nearly identical to her! After a couple more blinks, her eyes widened. “...H-hello...” she managed, still a bit in shock. She could hardly believe her own eyes.
For once in her life, Svenna was t a loss for words. All things considered, this was a highly strange situation for her to be in. she gave a nervous chuckle, trying to ease the awkward just a bit. “Emilie, right? Heh heh... nice to meet you...”
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Post by Carlotta Corazon on Feb 9, 2013 20:24:07 GMT -5
Once Christine was busy with the other guests, Carlotta slowly wondered her way into the connecting room where no one was, looking perfectly innocent. But inside, she was laughing maniacally. She opened her purse and searched it vigorously. Finally she pulled out a match and a box a matches at which she smiled devilishly.
Carlotta grabbed a chair and stood up on it, taking the matches with her. She then lit a match and held it by one of the sprinklers by the wall. Not knowing that the sprinkler didn't set it off but the smoke alarm on the wall next to her did, it didn't make any noise but a second later the sprinklers on the ceiling sprung to life and began to drench everything with water. She quickly jumped down and back into the other room and luckily no one was looking at her but were either looking at the water sprinkling down or just looking totally confused as to why they were being drenched. She waited for the chaos to build as she made her way for the day, hating getting wet in her nice dress.
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Roselin A. Soulle
Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.
Take a leap and watch as the world around you fades away
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Post by Roselin A. Soulle on Feb 10, 2013 21:14:17 GMT -5
Roselin wasn't doing anything in particular, really she was just hanging out, watching all the gals she recognized and didn't recognize from the many versions of Phantom. It was still such a wonderful thing to know that she was actually living among them! And that they were really real! She knew she couldn't possibly make them up... unless she was secretly at an asylum at this very moment.
Roselin was at the other side, opposite of a random door. For some odd reason, she found the door very... amusing. But then suddenly, she saw water... then felt water. And glanced up, and saw the ceiling sprinkler system on. What started it? Was there a fire in here just a second ago? She wondered calmly. She did catch a glance of a lady not much older then herself, possibly like she just got of high school, or would have if she were a 'villager' such as herself. Really, she kinda liked the water, it was sort of refreshing. Most of the others were probably not thinking the same thing.
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Christine Daaé
The Swedish Nightingale and Fairy of the North
If when the time comes, I refuse to go with you, well then, Raoul, you must carry me off by force!
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Post by Christine Daaé on Feb 11, 2013 9:57:18 GMT -5
Christine had been rather busy with trying to introduce her guests to one another, and had not noticed when one of them slipped out of the room for a few brief seconds. There were so many people there, who had come in attendance to the party, and it occurred to her that many of them had never met one another prior to the event.
Her little social butterfly act of introducing everyone was cut short, however, when suddenly it began to rain. Yes, it began to rain inside which was the strangest part about it. It must have been some of the fancy waterworks of the Manor’s design, but this particular sample she was not so very impressed with! In only a few seconds, she was utterly drenched! She’d let out an exclamation of shock when the water had first come on (it was quite cold), and had since tried to shield her head with her hands, but it wasn’t working.
The young bride-to-be was in shock! She wasn’t sure what to do! Portions of her blonde hair began to spill out of her updo in wild ringlets, and her white overdress began to let the black she wore underneath show though. Her lips trembled and she could feel the blood boiling in her cheeks as they pinkened. It wasn’t long at all before she found herself beginning to shiver. Oh heaven! Oh heaven! What had happened?
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Post by ladybarbossa on Feb 11, 2013 21:28:44 GMT -5
Stunned was practically an understatement when Emilie met Svenna. It truly was like looking in a picture of herself ten years ago! It left her speechless for a moment then finally she replied to the younger version of her with a wonder filled smile. "Yes, of course! Likewise, Svenna." She then poured tea for Christine, and poured tea in another cup, "would you like some tea, Svenna?" Being a good Hostess as she should be.
It was then that a downpour shook the poor 30-something woman as she gasped sharply and hunched over with a bit "O" mouth. She was never one to really scream even when the water was cold. Her eyes shifted quickly to the golden hair Christine at her reaction but the rest seemed like a blur so to speak as she sought out the linens to cover the tea quickly. "Oh, no," she softly exclaimed. Stepping over to Christine, "We should leave the room!"
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Christine Svenna Daaé
Twisted every way, what answer can I give?
Screw being ladylike; Imma Pageboy!
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Post by Christine Svenna Daaé on Feb 12, 2013 19:33:34 GMT -5
"Umm... sure. I'll have some... I think" Christine Svenna glanced about the room, trying to distract herself from the clearly awkward situation, but she was finding it difficult. This woman, this Emilie looked very similar to herself. She was a bit taller, but other than that, the resemblance was uncanny! She really was curious who the woman could be – where she’d come from, if they were in any way related…
Her thoughts were cut short, however, when suddenly the sprinklers came on and the room began to get utterly drenched! Her blue eyes widened in shock for a moment, and then, her expression changed and she began to laugh. She didn’t mind getting wet (after all, she did so for a living), but she hadn’t been expecting to at the moment. Some of the other people in the room, however, didn’t seem so enthralled.
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maria
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Post by maria on Feb 12, 2013 20:21:59 GMT -5
The gentle brunette nodded and smiled. She knew exactly how this Meg Giry felt for sure. Many times over had she been in that situation and her visage betrayed exactly the sympathy and understanding. Had to be something that only someone from the same area would know about. At least she found a fellow New Yorker in this blonde. Even if she was a tad older or even if she was originally from France. Anyone who lived in New York was still.. 'Family'.
Before Maria could reply further or even add in her introductions, the showering of cold water made her yelp and shrug-hunch with completely astonishment. This was NOT expected at all and the surprise upon her face was beyond priceless if anyone cared to take a picture of it. It wasn't long before her hair became wet curls that were threatening to fall of it's up-do. She gathered herself up and was making a mad dash to the door to leave the room!
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Christine Daaé
The Swedish Nightingale and Fairy of the North
If when the time comes, I refuse to go with you, well then, Raoul, you must carry me off by force!
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Post by Christine Daaé on Feb 12, 2013 20:39:50 GMT -5
Christine stood there in utter shock, trembling and shivering from being now drenched with the strange indoor rain. Oh, she hated it here! Things like this wouldn’t have happened back at home, back in her own time… Why were there so many strange and cruel things here? She pressed her lips together, trying to refrain from crying, especially in front of so many guests, but what did it matter, really? With all of the water coming down, how could anyone tell if water were coming from her eyes as well… And so she let the water fall.
She avoided making eye contact with any of the guests in the room, fearing that, if she did so, they might see through her little act. It wasn’t until Emilie came toward her that she dare look at anyone in the room. She bit her lips and nodded. At least if they got out they wouldn’t keep being rained upon. “Everybody get out of the room,” she said, disguising the tears in her voice. She had the time until they got out of the room to stop crying, and used every second of it until she was out, dripping wet in the hallway.
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Christine Svenna Daaé
Twisted every way, what answer can I give?
Screw being ladylike; Imma Pageboy!
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Post by Christine Svenna Daaé on Feb 28, 2013 14:15:41 GMT -5
Christine Svenna stood there with her tongue sticking out, catching water from the sprinklers in her mouth as it fell. She loved being in and around water, and this (albeit a rater peculiar circumstance) was no exception. She laughed and closed her eyes, letting her reddish brown hair sop up all of the liquid as it fell. So far, this was her favorite part of the party.
It wasn’t long though before she heard Angela’s voice telling everyone to get out of the room. She opened her eyes and looked toward the door to see several of the ladies heading toward the exit. She couldn’t understand what all of the fuss was about—it was just a bit of water—but shrugged and started heading that way. Well this was a bit of a downer…
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Christine Daaé
The Swedish Nightingale and Fairy of the North
If when the time comes, I refuse to go with you, well then, Raoul, you must carry me off by force!
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Post by Christine Daaé on Mar 9, 2013 12:20:48 GMT -5
The strange indoor rain was not falling out in the hall it seemed, but continued on steadily inside of the room where the party had been taking place. She shook her hands a little, so as to fling off some of the water that continued to drip off of her. What could have caused such a terrible thing to happen? Indoor rain? Oh, this new time was certainly a terrible one. Why would someone create such a thing?
She took a few deep breaths, shivering a little from the combination of the cooled air in the manor and the fact that she was now soaked from the strange rain in the manor. This place was absolutely terrible. She didn’t think she’d ever be able to get used to things here, much less her—
Oh dear… Where was Mamma Valérius? Was she still inside of the room? The poor woman would surely catch pneumonia staying in the rain… And what of her chair? Would the electricity still work in it? “Mamma?” the little blonde girl cried in a rather distraught voice. “Has anybody seen Mamma?”
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