Raoul de Chagny
If I don't save her from the hands of that humbug, she is lost. But I shall save her.
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Post by Raoul de Chagny on Dec 7, 2012 18:25:14 GMT -5
Raoul straightened his jacket for what felt like the hundredth time. His hands were trembling from happiness as well as nervousness. Today was the day his life truly began. He had thought about his wedding day of course, but he had never dreamed that he’d be able to marry the woman he loved—at first because of their differing social statuses and then because he had thought that she didn’t love him. But now they finally would be married. He would no longer have to worry about her heart belonging to that man, Erik. From this day forward they would belong to each other.
He was dressed in a blue French naval dress uniform he had found in his closet. He pulled on his matching kepi and gave himself one last look in the mirror before going downstairs. As he walked, it was with a spring in his step. He couldn’t recall a time in his life when he had been happier than he was at the present moment. His childhood had been lonely until he had finally met Christine. When he had left for the Navy, he was lonely again. He had thought about her every day right up until the day he saw her for the first time at the opera. The tumultuous series of events that followed caused his heart to break until she finally admitted that she loved him—and now there was no longer a doubt in his mind that she was telling the truth.
He arrived in the chapel early, the other person there was the priest. He smiled, removing his hat and approaching the elderly man. “Hello, Father.”
“Are you ready, Monsieur de Chagny?”
He nodded. “Ready and nervous, I’m afraid.”
The older man laughed and patted him on the shoulder gently. “I’ve been doing this for twenty years, and I’ll tell you what I tell every nervous young groom. Relax. It’ll be over sooner than you know it.”
He managed to nod and kept his eyes fixed on the door, pushing his fears out of his mind as he waited.
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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 12, 2012 6:38:17 GMT -5
((Lady B, if you could have Emilie helping her to prepare, that would be awesome! Same with Leffie and Meg, and Alice and Roselin. Lady B, you can also have Emilie drop off Gustave in the chapel to wait in the pew or something lol))
It was the twenty-seventh of October. It was the day that was to be the beginning of the future. The previous day had been spent in a combination of joy and preparation. It had been Raoul's birthday, after all, but it was also the very last day of preparation for their wedding...
Christine was in a small room near the chapel preparing for the ceremony. She had been careful to avoid seeing Raoul at all that day. After all, it was bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding, and considering the circumstances, she was not about to take any risks.
She nervously adjusted the orange blossoms sitting on the table which were to go in her hair. It really didn't matter what position they were in – they weren't even going to stay on the table after all – but it gave her something to do to preoccupy her hands and her mind in attempt to get over her nerves.
A million fears and joys raced through her head all at once. This was it! It was finally happening. But would it happen at all? After all, there were so many things they still had to worry about. What if Érik were to discover them? What if something went wrong and they had to postpone again? Oh, why was there still so much to worry about?
Christine turned from the flowers and began wringing her hand anxiously and sat down in a chair. “This is it... she breathed out loud. “This is it... This is it! Oh dear. Oh Heaven, this is it...”
She had gone over her vows over and over, memorizing them as she would the libretto and score of an opera. She had no doubt that she would remember them – she was good at those sort of things – but she still dreaded the possibility of anything else going wrong with the ceremony...
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Post by ladybarbossa on Dec 14, 2012 17:47:53 GMT -5
"Gustave?" said ever so sweetly, calling out to her darling son, " Gustave, darling?" As she strode about, placing her earrings in the loops of her ears. "Are you ready?" Awaiting to hear the sound of her son's voice. They had to meet up with Raoul Edouard at the Chapel so she can go attend to the golden hair Christine as she is supposed to be doing.
Matron of Honor. It truly was an honor! She'd never been given such a high post for a momentous occasion before. Though she was a Bride before years ago and now knew what to do, in some things at least. Eager to get to Christine and help her. "Gustave?" As she touched the earrings that were now in place and started seeking out her son in his little suite. "Do you need some help, darling?"
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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 Dec 16, 2012 13:35:26 GMT -5
A wedding! A wedding! We're going to have a wedding! Roselin semi-skipped and semi-ran as she quickly tried to get to Christine. Oh how did it feel to be a bride? Nervous for sure! And happy! Oh so happy! Roselin only dreamed that she could be so happy at her own wedding, if she ever found that perfect someone. He simple white dress made a sort of poofy tail as she ran, continuously she looked down so to make sure her feet wasn't about to trip on anything.
She hadn't quite known what she should wear as a flower girl, she had never been to a wedding before! So she had thrown on a fairly simple white dress that went just below her knees, had a bit poofy short sleeves, and a yellow cloth belt. Roselin had combed her hair thoroughly and placed a pretty plastic sunflower clip in her hair. Then her white ballet flats-she had them in all colors after all- and a little white purse that she had filled with quite a few things, not knowing what they might need in any sort of wedding situation. She quickly flew through the halls and finally came rushing into the room where she found Christine sitting nervously.
"Christine!" She beamed happily. The white dress and yellow on her almost seemed to make her smile so much bigger and happier, though in fact she was as happy as she could be anyways! Roselin buzzed forward like a little excited bumblebee and couldn't help but pour in some excited on-going talking. "I am so excited for today! And of course you must be too, right? How exciting! You know, I have never been to a wedding before! I am sure everything is going to go right! Hey, maybe we could even invite a couple of bouncers just in case, huh? Wait, do they even have bouncers at weddings. I wouldn't know because I have only seen weddings on t.v. and you know that you can't trust everything you see on the t.v. Oh this is going to be so great!" She rambled on quickly, forgetting any sort of language barriers they had.
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Post by Gustave de Chagny on Dec 16, 2012 16:08:44 GMT -5
“Coming, mother,” the little boy said, rushing to her side, all dressed up in his little goldenrod suit. He really didn't enjoy dressing up in it, but his parents had told him that one was supposed to dress up for a wedding. He'd never been to a wedding before...
He nodded when his mother asked him if he needed help and showed her the undone bow tie that he had fumbled with a few times on his own, but couldn't manage to tie. “You look beautiful, mother.”
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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 17, 2012 7:21:32 GMT -5
Christine turned, startled when the door suddenly opened, but let out a breath of relief when she saw Roselin, the girl who was to be her flower girl, standing there, all prettied up in her white and yellow dress. She was speaking very quickly and Christine could not help but to laugh and shake her head a little to indicate that she couldn't understand. She had learned some English, but it did not even begin to amount for the rapid rambling of the girl.
“Slow down,” she chuckled in her accented English. “I do not understand. What is 'bouncers'?” She was dressed in her undergarments (a chemise, corset, pantaloons and petticoats) and her hair hung down. “Can you close door, please?”
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Raoul Edouard de Chagny
You need the man you knew back here beside you?
You need the man you knew back here beside you?
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Post by Raoul Edouard de Chagny on Dec 17, 2012 20:39:05 GMT -5
Edouard awoke that morning knowing that the wedding was to be today. He had wished for a valet as he used to have to lay out his clothes for him and help him dress as he used to do, but alas, such was not the case. There was no valet, so he had to do it himself. He had planned extra time this morning because of that. Christine should have been here to help him really. But he supposed she was taken up with helping Gustave. He sighed. Such is life. One loses one's valet and then one's wife decides not to do her duty...
Edouard washed, shaved, applied his hair oil and brushed it in. He put on his best black suit, white shirt and tie and tails and he had even found his silk top hat. White gloves and black shoes completed the ensemble. Now, was there anything he had to bring, other than himself? He had to meet Christine and Gustave in just a few minutes, so she would likely tell him if he'd forgotten anything.
Edouard left the men's dormitories and went through to the women's area. He knocked on her door. "Christine, we're going to be late for the wedding..."
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Erik Lenoir
Hide your face, so the world will never find you...
Hide your face so the world will never find you...
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Post by Erik Lenoir on Dec 17, 2012 21:08:21 GMT -5
Erik was ready for the wedding hours before and he sat in his lair, twiddling his fingers, wondering when he should arrive at the chapel. He dressed not much differently than usual, except that he was wearing a brand new black suit with tails that he had had commissioned in the village. And he was wearing white gloves. His new shoes were newly shined. And a diamond tie tac adorned his lapel since he was wearing a bow tie as usual.
Erik wondered why Raoul would have chosen him as best man. The man was pleasant, but slightly annoying. True, Erik had saved both of their lives twice as a matter of fact, but de Chagny seemed intent on constantly making it up to Erik. People that were too nice sometimes grated on Erik's nerves. Erik supposed the fellow meant well.
Erik checked for the hundreth time it seemed, to see if he had the wedding card he had designed and painted himself for the couple. He had put a generous sum of money in the card for a wedding gift. He had never been to a wedding himself, he had only read about it in books. And if he would have married Christine Svenna, it would not have been a conventional wedding...
Erik was a little bit nervous. De Chagny had told him what he had to do. Erik hoped it would not be a long ceremony. And there would be a reception. He sighed. He may have been becoming much more gregariouss and outgoing than he had been, but crowds of people still were somewhat frightening. Crowds had a tendency to turn nasty when Erik was nearby any of them. And yes, he had signed up for the Masquerade and a Christmas party...good heavens, what was he thinking? He didn't want to admit that perhaps he had been boasting to the ladies. So he had to go through with it. Still, this wedding thing. It might last forever and being best man, it would be difficult to leave early. He siged again. He might as well start the journey up to the mansion and thence to the chapel...
He stopped just as he was about to step in the gondola. A fedora would not be appropriate for a formal occasion. He went back and found his silk top hat and took it with him, then went back to the gondola.
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Post by ladybarbossa on Dec 18, 2012 23:14:41 GMT -5
Finished placing the second earring as she heard her son's darling young voice and smiles. He filled her with such joy and light. Like any good mother, she was proud of him. Smiling as she saw her little boy in his darling suit then knelt as she smoothed out the fabric of his outfit then took the tie with a smile with a slight throaty snicker. "Thank you," she replied rather playful and delighted, putting the tie into place and began to create that amazing bowtie decoration. "You look very handsome, Gustave," praising her son.
Hearing Raoul's voice and glanced off with a light visage to reply, "Be right there, darling," she said towards Raoul's unseen direction. Turning back to look at the little achievement, "There," it was finished. Standing she held out her hand for Gustave to take. "Come, we have a Wedding to attend. Your father is waiting." Smiling down at her darling little miracle.
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Post by Gustave de Chagny on Dec 20, 2012 2:35:09 GMT -5
Gustave grinned with pride when his mother told him that he looked very handsome. He always hated dressing up, but it did make him feel better when someone told him he looked handsome. He liked the sound of that. He let his mother tie the bow tie for him, relieved to no longer have to continue trying for himself (he had been at it for quite some time now).
He lit up like a candle when he heard the sound of his father's voice. “Father is here! Does that mean we're going now?” He was very excited and curious about the whole ordeal. After all, he had never been to a wedding before. He took his mother's hand when she held it out to him and then teetered excitedly on his toes, waiting for them to go.
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Post by ladybarbossa on Dec 20, 2012 16:03:11 GMT -5
Those feminine fingers working skillfully to create the small bow tie at her son's neck to complete his charming outfit. A couple final tugs and smoothing it out to make sure it was level and perfect. "There we are," and smiled at him. She loved his little smile. She was constantly proud of him and it showed. "Yes. We are going now to the Wedding," smiling as she remembered her own Wedding, a small one but it was lovely. Even despite what had happened before the grand event. She had to put that all aside in order to continue on with life. Oh, how she had begun to wish and by the time Gustave was born, she believed her Angel to be dead. She grieved in her own time but was overjoyed when Gustave was born.
Standing up and straightening, "Come, Gustave. You're father is waiting for us." Striding to the door to open it for her son, seeing Raoul Edouard and smiled. Deciding to look him over to both make sure he was tidy as well as enjoy how handsome he looked.
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Post by Gustave de Chagny on Dec 29, 2012 2:09:37 GMT -5
Gustave tried to stand still despite his impatience as his mother tied his bow tie. He was very excited to see what a wedding was like, and had heard that being the ring bearer was a very important job. It made him feel proud that grownups thought that he could do an important job, and he certainly didn't wish to mess up. He had been practicing carrying his little pillow all week. He grinned back at his mother when she smiled at him. He knew that she was proud of him, and that made him feel even happier.
Gustave practically hopped out of the door as his mother opened it. “Hello father,” he greeted with his bright smiling little face. He peered down the hall, teetering on his little toes. He really did hope that they would hurry down. He wasn't sure how much longer he could wait.
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Erik Lenoir
Hide your face, so the world will never find you...
Hide your face so the world will never find you...
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Post by Erik Lenoir on Dec 29, 2012 14:41:44 GMT -5
Finishing the ride across the lake in the gondola, Erik pulled the little boat onto the shore and took the lit lantern, making his way to the bridges and up to the door. He blew out the light at the door and left the lantern inside, as always. Holding his top hat, he took the lift to the main floor and walked hurriedly down the halls to the chapel. As he entered, he saw that only young de Chagny and the priest were already there. He sighed, slippling into a pew at the back. Undoubtedly this was going to be a long day.
After looking at the Mass books in the pews, crossing and uncrossing his legs a few times and fiddling with his gloves, Erik stood up and walked a bout the small chapel looking at the art work close up. As he passed the priest and de Chagny, he nodded to them. He was glad that there would be a priest this time. At the Easter service, the need of a priest to conduct it was definitely felt. Bored, Erik walked out into the corridor and looked to either side of it, wondering where everyone else was.
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Raoul Edouard de Chagny
You need the man you knew back here beside you?
You need the man you knew back here beside you?
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Post by Raoul Edouard de Chagny on Dec 29, 2012 15:05:35 GMT -5
Edouard smiled as Gustave bounded out of the door. He smiled. "Hello, son." He reached down and hugged him. "Hello, Christine. How are you this morning, darling?" He gave her a peck on the cheek and a hug. "It seems we're all ready for the big ceremony. Gustave, did Monsieur de Chagny give you the ring? I want you to take very good care of it when he does. You are not to misplace or lose it."
"Are you ready yet, Christine? We are going to be late if we don't hurry." He smiled as she fussed over h is clothing. "I could have used you earlier this morning, Christine. It's a bit of a chore to find all of my good clothing for an event like this. Nothing was where I thought it should be. But...I managed." He enjoyed her fussing over him.
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Post by ladybarbossa on Dec 29, 2012 17:23:00 GMT -5
Her fingers began to dance over him to make sure everything was perfect, adjusting whatever was out of order and smoothing wrinkles and bumps. Smiling warmly up at Raoul Edouard and grinned as he pecked her cheek. Relishing and cherishing that little lover's gesture while holding his lapel. "Quite good, darling," she replied to Raoul Edouard as he appeared to be in a chipper mood and this was a wonderful sight!
Smiling again as she stood back and looked him over one final time. "You did perfectly well, Raoul," Looking back into his eyes now. "You look incredibly handsome. Your sense of fashion never fails," leaning in to place a light kiss upon the corner of his mouth.
Taking up the hands of her Husband and of her son, "Come come! We have a Wedding to attend!" And made her way towards their destination with her Husband and son.
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