AUGUST PROMPTS - LOVE EACH OTHER <3

[King William Leverich II]

AUGUST PROMPTS!

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AUGUST.[/color]
A time for… well, what is it a time for?
Oh, right. The end of summer vacation. The end of summer and green. The end of… flowers. Holidays? I certainly can't think of any off the bat. Is there anything particularly interesting about August?[/color][/font]

Of course there is!
Okay, so there are no huge holidays in August, but there are many smaller ones that most people don't remember. And so, let me describe, with the following 3 prompts…:[/font][/color]

FRIENDSHIP DAY
Friendship day (and subsequently, Friendship Week) is probably an extremely self explanatory holiday. However, that doesn't mean it's not meaningful! Friends are possibly the most important asset in a person's life; whether they be close family members, schoolmates, neighbors. You might have one extremely good friend, or a big group of friends. Either way, friends undoubtedly are what make a person happy. Write your character's most memorable, happy experience they ever had with a friend.

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BOOK LOVER'S DAY
C'mon. I know all of you are secretly book nerds. And I bet a lot of your characters are too. So that's the prompt; write your character's secret (or not so secret) love affair with literature![/font][/color]

GLOBAL FORGIVENESS DAY
You know, I think August might be becoming one of my favorite months, looking at this list of holidays here; friendship, forgiveness… also family days, woman's equality day, and global forgiveness day (well, national thrift shop day is there too, but let's ignore that). Anyway, in leu of this last not-so-well-known holiday I have presented you with, write a time your character was either unconditionally forgiven by someone else (whether they deserved it or not) or vice versa (when they forgave someone).[/font][/color]

NOW HAVE A HAPPY AUGUST EVERYONE AND ENJOY THESE PROMPTS!
(Remember, points may be redeemed for doing them too!)[/font][/size][/color][/center]

Love,
Gabby! xoxo

[Erik Carriere]

FRIENDSHIP DAY

It had gotten quite lonely when Christine had disappeared. He took most of his time to either stay in his domain or go to the Opera House and plan out in his head what could be done some time later could share it with Lenoir. And the one friend who he got to see everyday and was a great company was his new pet, Faust. Faust had been there and had found him and Christine, the day Christine disappeared.

When Christine had left Erik all alone with the cat, he had no idea what to do with Faust. He had never had pets before, much less as taken care of one. But luckily, Faust seemed to have already thought things through. When Erik was in his domain and Faust was hungry, he would start meowing like mad at Erik until Erik took him in the elevator and let him go outside, coming back for him a few hours later and seeing Faust with a feast of dead birds and bugs and other such items that Faust enjoyed crunching on in Erik's domain.

There was one night that Erik had woken up from a nightmare in the middle of the night, he had been crying in his sleep. His nightmare was of Christine getting killed. For some odd reason, he couldn't get rid of the dreadful feeling and couldn't fall back asleep. On this night he needed his unexpected companion the most. Almost as if automatically sensing Erik's distress, Faust came running to his room and jumped up onto the bed. He meowed a few times, his green eyes staring at Erik, then began to nuzzle into his arms for affection. This caused Erik to begin to calm down and take Faust in his arms and lay back down. And with the purr of Erik's furry companion and friend, he was able to fall back asleep.


BOOK LOVER'S DAY

Erik was in the library and luckily this time, he was quite alone for the whole day. Plus, it was raining outside and just only the morning. He felt it could have been quite the perfect day to catch up on his reading, something he did extremely often as a child. As a child, he had to read books to be educated. His books were his tutors, his teachers, the only way he could use up time and keep his mind strong. So there was no need to stop now, even as an adult. And with what seemed to be a new time and world... why not try to read up on some of it.

With much curiosity and hardly hesitation, Erik walked through the shelves of books and picked out four to five, medium sized books that were supposedly made around these 'modern' times. He sat down at a small wooden table with a brown plushy chair and took a sip of tea that he had made and brought from the kitchen, luckily he had caught it just before it was getting a bit too cool. Now completely relaxed with the sound of rain outside and the taste of delicious tea, he picked up the first book from his little pile and began to read the first page. Perhaps it would just take him to around dinner time, perhaps he wouldn't even stop to eat, lets see how good the book is first.


GLOBAL FORGIVENESS DAY

In one of the books that Erik had just recently read, it was filled with dates and holidays that did not exist in his time, or at least that he knew. One of these holidays that he saw was quite close, according to a updated calender on one of the doors of the dorms. And his charming little holiday was called 'Global Forgiveness Day'. He thought his a bit of a clever idea though not much usefulness.

He was sitting at his desk, with the large variety of masks and a large lit up mirror, looking a bit away from the mirror. This day of forgiveness... he did not think of it so much as him forgiving someone else but really...asking for someone elses forgiveness. Erik bowed his head down slightly then looked up at the ceiling. "Oh mother.... I have done quite a few things I know you wouldn't approve of... and will probably do more..." He paused. "I hope you can forgive me, for now, and in the past, and the future mistakes to come."

[Madam Leona]

BOOK LOVER'S DAY

Madam Leona was a writer, so how could she stay away from books? Books upon books upon books. Of course though, it took a bit of effort for a ghost to read a book and very pointless in the eyes of others, but she enjoyed it anyways. Reading and writing, that's what she always loved to do. There wouldn't be much to Leona other than ballet if someone where to take books away from her. That including for reading and writing.

The only books recently that she had gotten into were the phantom stories. But none of them she had truly read... perhaps it was time to change that. Leona stood amongst the shelves upon shelves upon shelves of books. This library, though dusty, was very much like a dream for writers and readers alike. There was a wide sorts of books that were all plots, sizes, age differences. Madam Leona found herself the original Phantom of the Opera book and took it down to read.

[King William Leverich II]

GLOBAL FORGIVENESS DAY
There was a time when he thought the only reason he was on this Earth, living in death, was because he thought he was a vengeful ghost.

Will had been angry and hateful and felt used and betrayed, and he couldn't believe the church had lied. Eternal life after death; what a joke. He'd thought the garden of eternal life was happy and peaceful, not this utterly useless shit of an existence! How dare they make up all those lies, preach them to the world, only for him to be stuck in the same place forever?!

And Marcus. Fuck, Marcus, how could he? Will had loved him and Marcus was his best friend. He couldn't believe that he'd been betrayed by the person he trusted the most, even more than he'd trusted his own father. Marcus had been his big brother, his mentor, his best friend, and now, he was the man who had killed him.

Will couldn't believe it.

He practically refused to, really, until one day, a few decades after he'd come back to life, he just... forgot.

Maybe it was one of those crazy psychological things, where people make themselves forget about a certain traumatic event in their life. But it wasn't like the memories weren't there anymore; Will simply got rid of the emotions that came with them.

He forgave the church. After all, people needed something to believe in, didn't they? He still needed something. Delusions, delusions, and how they healed the soul. And maybe there was a heaven! And a God! Maybe it all existed after all! Oh, how he wanted it to exist. So he chose to believe he'd done something, and he hell was living like this after all. He must deserve this, somehow.

And then he pushed away all the thoughts of the last ten minutes of his life, when Marcus drove a knife into his chest, and cradled him and ran his fingers through his hair until he died, because Marcus wasn't a murderer, or course he wasn't. He did it for his family, didn't he? He killed for them. He was Will's friend, he must've been. Will couldn't bear to think that all those years were completely fake, even after all these years.

He couldn't stand to think of it like it was all a lie, he simply couldn't, or he would go crazy again.

Forgive and forget.

[Roselin A. Soulle]

FRIENDSHIP DAY

Roselin sat in the garden on a stone bench. There was a slight chill in the air as it told her that autumn was quickly approaching. She had on her jean jacket, emerald shirt, purple knee length shorts, and her favorite black ballet flats. She had her phone pulled out and she was texing like mad to her friend, Kimberly. Her friend was already starting school and had met a lot of really nice people. She had also apologized to Roselin about not having talked to her in a long time. Roselin of course forgave her friend. What were friends for? Even if they did move all the way to Germany.

'Hey, :- ) Happy Friendship day. i read it on 1 of my new friend's fb page that it was friendship day' Kimberly texted to Roselin. She smiled, she hadn't heard this holiday before, though she had a feeling that it was probably her favorite holiday now. 'happy friendship day to you 2' Roselin texted back. But then of course her friend had to go or else her parents would take her phone. 'ttyl! bye!' Kimberly texted. Roselin smiled. 'bye' She texted back then stared at her phone for a moment and frowned a bit and sight. Putting her phone away sadly then looked at the ground. "Happy Friendship Day..." She said aloud to herself, alone.


GLOBAL FORGIVENESS DAY

Roselin sat on the bed of her room in the manor, the window in the same place but with different scenery. It was night time and she already had her journal and sharpened pencil ready. She was a bit depressed tonight as she thought of her father. And so, with the topic of her father in mind, she sat at the head of her bed, the stars outside twinkling. She picked up her pencil and began to write.

Dear Journal,

I have been thinking a lot about father, mostly at night though. Since finding out I had a room at the manor and that I would be living here, I can't help but feel as though I am putting him down. What happens when he really does notice that the pile of money he leaves out for me will be getting higher and higher. Will he even care? Or would he just use it to go out and buy himself a drink or pay the bills. Could he have really stopped caring about me all together?

Is it possible he has forgotten me, erased me from his memories? Oh it would hurt so badly to find out that it was true... if he no longer thought I existed. I can't feel which is worse, to have your parents hate you or to never have known your parents, or to loose one of them and the other forget you and never think that you had ever existed? Either way, it would hurt all the same. Pain is such a... well... pain. But for some odd reason.... even if my father did forget me... I can't bring myself to hate him.

I have been angry at him so many times, so sad about him, but I can't bring myself to hate him. He is my father... and he loved me. He just use to be so happy... so wonderful. And my mother and brother's death caused him to turn into this empty shell. Its not his fault, I am sure he would change if he could... if the pain of loss didn't weight so heavily upon his shoulders. I know how it feels... I lost them too... Oh daddy. I love you and miss you, I send you a mentel hug and kiss goodnight and that I... I forgive you.

With that, she closed her journal and placed the pencil down on her nightstand. She then sniffled as the thoughts of her father made her heart ache. Roselin picked up her journal and hugged it to her chest, wishing it were her father who she was hugging and that she could feel his arms wrap around her tightly back. She then laid on her bed, tears running down her face. She held the journal in her arms further, looking up at the glow in the dark stars on the ceiling. "Make a wish dad.." She sniffled quietly then closed her eyes, and eventually fell asleep with her journal in her arms.


((HOLY CRAP!!! SO MUCH ROSELIN SADNESS!!! T^T))

[Erik Lenoir]

Erik walked into the library, looking for someting to read. Someone had posted on the bulletin board that there were days to celebrate in August. The were listed as Friendship Day, Book Lover's Day and Global Forgiveness Day. "What the hell?" he whispered just under his breath. "They have days for those things? It must be the strange time anomaly we have here in the mansion. He wondered whose idea it was to post such things. "Why must one have a special day dedicated to friendship, book loving and global forgiveness?" That last was a bit of a conundrum. What the hell did they mean by that? He was supposed to forgive everyone everywhere? For what? For hating him and making his life hell?

[glow=blue,2,300]FRIENDSHIP DAY[/glow]

Erik pulled a book off of a shelf and opened it idly, sitting down. But he couldn't concentrate. He thought about that sign. Friends. He had no friends really before he came here. Giry, maybe. She had been a good friend in helping him escape from the freak show and she had done his bidding well at the opera house. She had been a good friend to him, but he had really not returned the friendship. He had been demanding and curt with her.He closed his eyes and put his left hand to his forehead. How could he not have seen that before?

Then he started thinking about the people he had met at the mansion. He had actually made many acquaintances. Some of them were enemies, but a few were real friends. He thought about who they were:

Teressa Lavalais was at the top of the list. A lovely girl with some sort of deformation on her face, but of course he didn't care about that. She was a tall girl, a dancer and had the most wonderful personality. He thought he was in love with her...

Then there was Erik Carrière, his best male friend. A congenial fellow, they got along wonderfully and had the same basic ideas on most things.

Roselin Soulle, a sweet, but talkative little girl from the village whom Erik had pseudo adopted. For some reason she had her own suite at the mansion, which meant the ghosts wanted her to stay. He felt fatherly toward her and wanted to protect her.

The Vicomtess. Emilie was a lovely lady whom he felt in love with when he was with her. Of course she was married which was a problem.

Adina Gillespie, the maid...Erik felt protective of her also, and she did start his heart beating a bit faster when he was near her. He liked her very much.

Two of the ghosts in particular he liked, Madam Leona, a strange but congenial ghost who wanted only good things for the manor residents. And Christine Olivia, a girl with a sad past, but one who had a lovely voice. How he wished she were not a ghost...

The little blonde Christine Daaé was a good friend. Erik had saved her life and that of her fiancé, several times. Oddly enough, this Raoul was rather a nice fellow and considered Lenoir one of his friends. Having a de Chagny for a friend was difficult for Erik and he wasn't overly fond of the man, but de Chagny seemed to like him very much and Erik didn't say anything, even though sometimes the fellow could be slightly annoying. Of course Erik was easily annoyed.

Maria Gianelli was lovely. He had gone to the village with her and spent some time talking. She was friendly and he liked her.

There were others that were very nice acquaintances and some he knew only in passing.

Erik had never thought of himself as fortunate before, but perhaps he was. He had actually made some friends.

[Adina Gillespie]

GLOBAL FORGIVENESS DAY

Adina had spent much of her time, the time she had being alive again, in the library. It was the one place she felt most at home. With the smell of the moldy, old books around her, she had time to reflect upon her life and what she missed. She missed her friends, the friends she had made in the manor when she was first employed. She missed the smiles and laughter she had shared, the joy she had felt.

Her nimble fingers plucked up a book that felt much newer than some of the others. It had a strange book with an out of focus image of a building with barbed wire in front of it. It was titled "Impossible To Forget"... Nazi camps? What on earth could this be, she thought to herself. She read the inside cover... Concentration camps, prisoners, gas chambers. Then she looked at the photographs.

Adina nearly broke down into tears. She covered her mouth in horror at the sight of the images. How could people suffer so much? But there were so many who forgave their captors and torturers... This gave her pause and she looked up at the ceiling. She gulped and sniffled softly. Something stirred inside her and she closed the book, her eyes still looking up.

"F-Father," She whispered, her voice shaking as she inhaled deeply. ".... I forgive you. I forgive you for everything you have done to me. If these people could forgive these men who horrifically harmed them, then-... Then I can forgive you. And I do... I forgive you, father."

Suddenly, it felt as if a weight were lifted from her shoulders. She felt lighter than air. Was this what it was like? To no longer feel bitter anger towards someone who had wronged you? She gave a small laugh, a bittersweet laugh through tears. She was happier than she ever thought possible. She had forgiven her father for all the years of pain he had caused her and she felt like a new person. She could now live her life without fear.

She was free. Finally free.

[billie]

There was a time in Billie's life that all seemed normal even if it was brief. When he met his Wife, fell in love, married. Then came the Divorce just months later. All that time felt like Hell to him. The wonderful woman he adored turned out she was never happy no matter what. Perhaps she set about to change his cowboy ways or something else. But there never seemed to be a moment of joy between them like their use to be. She was the one who got the Divorce. Broke his poor heart that she though him hopeless. She truly wanted to change him, didn't she? The more he thought about it, the more it pissed him off. He harbored and cultivated that for the longest time. No matter what he did it would NEVER be good enough for her.

Even during and after the Divorce there were many embittered battles. It felt like she was picking him for what he was worth. Maybe she was nothing but a gold digger all along. He was never wealthy though so what made her think she was going to get all the riches she desired?

It was that moment out of the blue, both of them exhausted beyond means and years later that they seemed to reconcile. She sat down with him over coffee to talk and for once in a civilized manner and he listened. She then asked that damned question that he dreaded, "What happened between us, Billie?" And he could never answer that. Only gaze at his coffee before drinking it.
"If it's any consolation to you, Billie... I never stopped loving you." She said and that brought out a look from Billie of restrained turmoil.
"And yet there are too many difference between us," Billie replied to her then took a drink of coffee.
She looked like she was going to go off on her little tempers again. But this time she only closed her eyes, turned her head to the side and looked like she was thinking. "No. You are right, Billie. There are too many differences between us. I admit, some were my fault. But damnit, you irritated the hell out of me, Billie! You are so dead set in your ways you will never change."
"Nope. I won't."
She sighed. A lengthy silence between them as they drank their coffee. "Despite it all, Billie. I love you and I forgive you."

Since that day, Billie was baffled. Racking his brain and his own soul about what had happened. Finally he came to terms as he walked through the cemetery to the fresh grave and newly engraved headstone. Gazing down upon the marbled granite for what seemed like a frozen eternity then laid flowers down next to it. "I know you like the mums," Billie said as he squatted there. Touched the headstone that marked the grave of his now dead Ex-Wife. "I Forgive you, too."

[Christine Daaé]

FRIENDSHIP DAY

It was a warm summer evening in Perros-Guirec, just after midnight, and well past the bed times of two certain young children, a boy and a girl, who happened to have sneaked out that night to go try to catch a glimpse of the Körrigans dancing by moonlight on the heather. Well... no, that wasn't entirely true. The girl had woken up the boy to tell her that she was going to go look for them and taunted the boy, saying that he would be too afraid to follow. The boy certainly did not wish to be thought a coward, and was rather worried for the girl, who seemed to him to be overly adventurous at times, and so he agreed to follow her out into the fields of heather. The girl was eight years old and her name was Christine Daaé; her companion was the young vicomte, Raoul de Chagny, who was staying over on a visit with the permission of his aunt and of his governess.

Now, one might wonder why Raoul was so concerned for Christine when she told him that she was going to go see the Körrigans dancing. In order to fully understand why though, one must first know who the Körrigans are. The Körrigans are little demon-elves that dance around wells and puddles, and other water in the night, and are said to steal away little children. Knowing this, one could easily see why he would be concerned for his friend, but Christine somehow thought that the activity would be 'fun.'

“Do you see any?” The girl asked her friend in a loud whisper as she crawled through the field of fragrant purple flora in her night clothes, peering up over the edge like some sort of burrowing animal peering up out of its hole. All of the stories they had heard said that it was the fields of heather where the creatures were seen most often. She raised her hand to her brow, scanning the plain and motioning for Raoul to come search with her.

“I haven't seen any,” the youth said, moving to sit beside her. “Maybe we should go back? Someone might come looking for us...”

“Oh, but don't you want to see the Körrigans? You're to scared, aren't you?” she said with a smirk.

“N-no,” said he, puffing his chest a little and trying to look brave. “I just don't want us to get into trouble!”

“Shh!” she protested, raising a finger to her lips and rolling her eyes. “We're not going to get in trouble. No one even knows that we're here. Now come on. I think I see something over that way and I want to get a better look...”

So many evenings like this passed that summer, with the two of them sneaking out after hours, after playtime was done, and after stories had been told, and after the two of them were supposed to be asleep in bed. They never did see any of the fabled Körrigans (though Christine often claimed to), but that doesn't mean that the time they spent in those fields of heather was completely lost. In fact, the reality was quite the contrary. It was through their games they played that the two hearts began to grow closer and, eventually what started as two playmates, became two soulmates.