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 5, 2013 22:41:31 GMT -5
Christine had been focusing more on Mamma Valérius than the gifting, really, but it seemed the woman was a bit unresponsive at the moment. She assumed that it was either because she was tires, or because she was busy wrapped up in the thought of the little Dalecarlian horses that someone had so kindly given to her. She did notice, however, when the same masked man that she had given her gift to – Mister Y – said that he had given his gift to Christine Emilie, which presented a slight issue. It would appear that William was going to have to pick someone else to go. Unless…
She stood and looked around for a brief moment before raising her voice in order to hopefully be heard over the crowd. “ Pardon, mais est-ce qu'on est ici; on qui a donné un cadeau à Madame Adelaide Valérius? Is someone here gave gift to Adelaide Valérius?” She knew that her English wasn’t the best, but she hoped it would be enough to convey her question… If they weren’t – or didn’t respond – William would just pick another. If they were, then maybe he wouldn’t need to and they could simply start from there.
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Post by Carlotta Corazon on Feb 5, 2013 23:58:54 GMT -5
Carlotta was extremely late - but not without a cause! She was beautified to a good extant that would certainly take hours for sure. Plus, she had to make Franc presentable as well. She checked herself over in her body mirror once or twice again, making sure she looked fabulous. Carlotta smoothed out her flowing crimson dress with large ruby earnings and a chandelier necklaces made of gold and rubies.
She gave a small treat to the macaw perched upon her shoulder. Carlotta smiled and giggled as the bird whistled happily and pecked the treat instead of her hair that was tied back into a thick braid full of sage green ribbons that she then put up in a bun which then looked almost Celtic with the green woven throughout it. Just the way she liked it. Carlotta then left the room, Franc being her little shoulder guardian. Why she had entered the gift exchange, she wasn't sure. Maybe it was because she might receive a gift. Or perhaps just because it was something to do.
She then reached a room where people where walking in and out and there was quite the crowd of conversation from the room. Automatically, when Franc realized there was people, he squawked his signature "CASH". Carlotta smiled and chuckled, patting Franc softly on top of his head then entered the room with an air of elegance and glamor. She saw and listened as... Christine... was speaking, something about her 'mother' if she had heard correctly. She looked around and saw she knew very few, most of them because of her... her wedding. She then stiffed a 'successful vendetta fulfillment' laugh. But then she saw that... that other 'Carlotta'!
"Esa rata, tengo que ser amable con ella? Incluso en un día de fiesta?" She mumbled under her breath then sighed and nodded. "As long as she does not approach me I will stay pleasant." She confirmed silently to herself then moved to the sidelines as Franc screeched "CASH" a few times but stayed relatively silent for the most part. She recognized so few, such as señor Lenoir, señor Alfred, and she even thought she might have seen amiga Svenna whom she had had a fun time in the movie room. She actually considered that Christine as her friend, at least a good acquaintance. Carlotta knew that she should try to strike up conversation with someone but she suddenly felt very.... outcasted. And Carlotta was not and outcast. Someone will speak to her.... eventually.... right?
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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 6, 2013 2:51:36 GMT -5
Christine was waiting, hoping for someone to answer her question, when a loud squawk caused her to stagger a bit where she stood. CASH! CASH! Was that…. a bird’s voice? A bit startled and confused, she turned to look in the direction that the sudden noise had come from, and saw La Carlotta standing there with a scarlet macaw resting on her shoulder. She inhaled and then let out a small sigh. She knew the bird was rather notorious for crying out CASH! whenever it was around people. Christine thought the thing a bit irritating, though it seemed rather fitting, all things considered. Christine didn’t know the exact amount that La Carlotta’s contract at the Garnier was for, but she knew that it was for well more than most of – if not, all of – the other singers at the opera house.
She put on a pleasant smile and gave a curt nod in Carlotta’s direction in order to acknowledge her presence within the room. The woman actually wasn’t quite as bad as shed initially made herself out to be – or at least, not here, it seemed. She’d actually been somewhat friendly to Christine, and had even attended her and Raoul’s wedding there in the Manor. It was… odd really, quite different from the Carlotta whom she was used to back in Paris…
And then a rather bizarre thought crossed her mind. What if it had been La Carlotta who had given Mamma Valérius her gift? After all, William had said that her gifter had not been present at the moment… Wouldn’t that be a terribly ironic situation? It seemed that she had been in the room to her the announcement that she’d just made, so if that were the case, then hopefully she would respond soon to say that she had given the gift, so that they could continue on with the process.
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Post by ladybarbossa on Feb 6, 2013 14:34:47 GMT -5
She didn't mean to brush Philippe off in that moment, but the necklace was so beautiful, so elegant, so... her! She could barely breathe as she gawked at the necklace. When her gifter finally stepped forward it only made her more breathless.... and frightened! Glancing over at her Husband wondering if he would be infuriated by this. It was just a simple lovely gesture and part of the spirit of Christmas after all. But Raoul Edouard... would he even understand? Would she find the necklace missing someday? A hand still upon her chest as she still tried to catch her breath, what a gift this had been! Turning her eyes back to Mr Y with all the varied emotions in the world that she was so desperately trying to restrain! She didn't want anyone to see what she so very well had been trying to deny herself, too. After all, he made his choice years ago after she made her choice. She was then left with the only other alternative that she believed was what she wanted at the time. Oh, why did life have to be so complicated!
"Excuse me, Monsieur Comte," as she rose gracefully, barely touching his shoulder as she passed by him. With that of Dancer's grace and refinement of a woman of status, she meandered her way to follow and catch up with Mr Y. When they had finally first met, she was all aflame with emotion. She definitely was not the girl he once knew. Placing a hand upon his arm to stop him. "Thank you," she said softly, almost glancing off to see if her Husband was following her with his eyes before she turned her eyes back to Mr Y, "It's beautiful." Gazing up at him with a sort of want. She wanted forgiveness. From him. For him. This was as good of a time as any. After all, it was Christmas.
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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 Feb 6, 2013 22:30:08 GMT -5
Curious to know who had given Christine the lovely necklace, Edouard waited to find out.then he learned the truth. Mr Y had owned up to it. Edouard watched closely, frowning. The masked man didn't have any say in whose name he received, Edouard knew, but he didn't have to get her something so elegant.... and personal.
Edouard wondered if this fellow would be as annoying as Lenoir. He didn't need another masked man trying to woo his wife. What the hell was it with them? Why couldn't they stay in their cellars with their ugly faces? Edouard decided to greet the fellow in a friendly way and see if he could hear just what they were saying.
Having never met the fellow, Edouard didn't really know what to call him. Mr Y? What an odd name. He walked up to them and put his arm around Emilie as if to say, She's mine..... "Hello, Monsieur," he said with a not-so-friendly smile. "Quite the gift. I am sure my wife will be pleased to wear it." He paused and looked up at the taller man. "So I don't believe we've been properly introduced. I am Le Vicomte Raoul Edouard de Chagny, Christine's husband. And you are...."
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Post by Erik Gunner on Feb 9, 2013 12:13:09 GMT -5
When Gunner had asked who had given him his gift, an elderly woman replied and said that it was a lovely box and that she hoped he liked it. He tipped his back hat to her. "Thank ya ma'am." He then walked back to where Lu was sitting and took his rightful place, sitting right beside her. He showed the box to Lu. "Its interesting, don't ya think?" Hes said, referring to the gift he had received.
Through the gift exchange, he didn't talk much. Though with a little food in his stomach and having stopped drinking from the flask, he was feeling a little better and sobering up, not that he was drunk too begin with. He was actually starting to enjoy being at the party. He had seen kisses being stolen under the mistletoe and suddenly got a bright idea. After a lady in red with a bird on her shoulder went through, he stood up and smiled at Lu. "Mind if we took a quick walk outside the room Lu?"
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Post by Carlotta Corazon on Feb 9, 2013 19:52:17 GMT -5
Carlotta spotted Christine and she smiled back, waving a bit to the blonde. The smile wasn't exactly real but.... it wasn't completely fake. After all, Christine was the only one who seems to have acknowledged her presence, even with Franc screaming 'CASH' every now and again. So what was she to do? With no one else to talk to, she began to go towards Christine.
Carlotta didn't see Svenna anywhere in the room, other wise she would have gone to her since she actually considered her as her friend. It was odd since she had never had such a friend like her, but maybe that's one of the things she liked about Svenna. And then there was Lenoir whom seemed to be very occupied, he must be rather popular in the manor. She finally stood by Christine with a realish fakeish smile on. "Hola Christine! Merry Christmas! How are you? I am afraid I arrived rather late." She said, chuckling some.
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Post by Madam Leona on Feb 10, 2013 3:27:40 GMT -5
Alfred asked Leona if there was a reason why she could not go, then poked a little fun at her... situation, but she smiled gladly, giving no care in the world and just happy to speak with him. He also spoke of having purchased the gift for the secret Santa. "Oh I am very sure that who ever receives your gift will be very pleased." She said, even if she didn't know what the gift was.
"Oh and yes... I cannot go to the village. But it is actually because the manor does not allow it. The farthest I can go is the gardens, and even there I have trouble being in. It is the manor... or whatever controls it and is keeping us here. Oh it must sound very silly but... there is this sort of unclimbable wall that we cannot get past. Some ghosts can go a little further, some have to stay even closer to the manor. It sort of depends on when and how we got pulled here I suppose." Leona said, smiling as if she were just talking about the latest town gossip.
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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 20:29:08 GMT -5
"Awww, that's to bad." Roselin said with a frown when the diva said that it had been too late by the time she found out about it. Really, she didn't think it would be a good feeling to have missed out on such an opportunity. But she needn't worry. Carlotta wouldn't be without a present tomorrow.
Carlotta then asked what had been happening with the gift exchange so far. "You know what... I am not even sure anymore." She laughed. "I was just standing on the side, kind of got lost in the conversations and what went on with the gifts. Though I did get to see some pretty interesting stuff from over here. She then laughed, thinking of the dude to dude kiss. At first she didn't think it was all that funny but now it was hilarious! Something that wont be easily forgotten.
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Post by Christine Lucinda Dallas on Feb 10, 2013 21:46:23 GMT -5
For Gunner:
Lu realized she had been paying too much attention to Aimeric or Jay-Jay as she called him. The fellow looked a bit lonely and he was unbelievably shy. But now she needed to spend some talking to Gunner. She'd been neglecting him. Of course, he neglected her rather regularly since they had been at the mansion and she was a little annoyed at that. But she had found other friends to fill the gap and if he didn't want to spend time with her, well it was his loss!
In any case, tonight was the long awaited gift exchange and there were still more gifts to be given. She cuddled up next to Gunner when he sat down and said, "It's about time, baby. I almost fergot what you looked like, you made yerself so scarce." She was teasing him of course, but she was also halfway serious. "That sure is a nice gift the lady give you, Gunner." She elbowed him. "Gimme kiss, babe."
Then he suggestted that she and he go talk outside the room. Lu wondered what he had in mind. Was he angry with her for something? Flirting with Jay-Jay? He should know she didn't mean anything by it. It was just something she did. She liked Aimeric and hoped to get to know him better. Maybe she could even do a bit of matchmaking for him. But that was entirely up to Jay-Jay. Well, maybe not. Maybe she would do it anyway and surprise him.
But Gunner was smiling. She couldn't see his lips smiling, they were covered by the bandana. But his eyes were smiling and she could read that very well. So he probably wasn't mad. "Yeah, sure!" she said brightly. "But not fer long. I don't wanna miss them gifts bein' opened. So, where we goin'?" She grabbed his hand and made ready to follow him."
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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 9:42:22 GMT -5
Christine had rather hoped that someone would answer her question about the person who had given Mamma Valérius her gift, bit nothing came for the moment at least… It seemed rather rude for someone to sign up for an event such as this and then not be present when the present they’d given was presented… She wasn’t certain who all had signed up after she had – apparently there were quite a few people – but she was not enthused about her adoptive mother being made to wait so long.
Christine say back down on the sofa, settling herself back in a bit, and hadn’t noticed that Carlotta had begun walking in her direction after she had smiled to acknowledge her entrance into the room. She looked back at her dear old adoptive mother and was about to attempt to strike up conversation again when, out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of her rival moving nearer to her. Christine really couldn’t imagine why La Carlotta suddenly seemed to want to be around her soften, but it would be rude of her to tell her to leave her alone, especially on Christmas Eve…
Christine put on the friendliest smile she could muster (which actually wasn’t too shabby considering the diva’s recent tolerable and even kind behavior) and turned to look at Carlotta. “Merry Christmas to you as well, Carlotta. I am well, thank you. And yourself? How are you this evening? You look well at least. That’s a very lovely dress… I don’t recall whether or not I’ve ever formally introduced you to Madame Adelaide Valérius, my adoptive mother. Her gifter left her these lovely horses and then appears not to have come…”
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Post by Carlotta Celestia Giudicelli on Feb 14, 2013 3:01:05 GMT -5
Carlotta was not entirely convinced that it had been a bad thing that she hadn’t been able to sign up for the event. She liked Roselin, but there were so many other people where whom she knew utterly despised her, and quite frankly, the feeling was mutual. There was that odd masked villain from the opera house, and that dreadful Christine who had had her fluke triumph at the Populaire, and even that young wannabe ‘Carlotta’ who had been so rude in the dorms! It was probably a good thing – for her sake – that she had not been able to sign up.
Roselin said that she wasn’t sure what was happening anymore and, while Carlotta was a tad disappointed not to know so soon what was going on, the situation was quite an understandable one to be sure. After all, there were so many people and so many conversations going on that it would be easy for anyone to get sidetracked, really. She raised a brow though at the girl’s comment about ‘interesting stuff’ that had happened. “Oh? Come cosa? Like what?”
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Post by King William Leverich II on Feb 17, 2013 19:36:50 GMT -5
Will noticed the stagnancy in the gift-giving; oh, the next person wasn't really stepping up. He wondered if he should pick someone else. Oh, he's give them another minute... he found himself wandering over to Lenoir soon afterwards, because he liked Lenoir and anyways, he hadn't given a gift yet. Even if their meetings were always terribly awkward, he had to break the wall at some point.
"Hello, Erik," he greeted the fellow pleasantly with a smile. He refused to go back to last names; prove that he wasn't intimidated. "Say, there seems to be a lull in the activity; why don't you open your gift?"
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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 Feb 17, 2013 22:30:53 GMT -5
"Oh hello, Will. " Erik wasn't usually this informal with people he wasn't close friends with, but the King has asked him to call him Will. And it seemed to fit him. He was quite a casual fellow. "You wish me to open my gift next? Yes of course," He excused himself from the people sitting about him and went to the tree to see which gift had his name on it. Finally he saw it, a longish box covered with green wrapping and tied with a golden bow. He carefully removed the bow and the paper without ripping it. Underneath the paper, there was an elegant silver box. It contained an amazingly different and exquisite dagger with a gold hilt. The hilt was in the form of a rose with its leaves. Erik had not seen anything quite so unusual. The blade was not straight, but had graceful curves in the metal. All in all, it was a very unusual piece. And it must be from someone who knew of Erik's fondness for roses. Not that that was a secret, but it must have made an impression on someone.
He stood up. "This is an amazing piece. I am utterly delighted. But who could have given such a lovely piece? He looked about the room, not sure who his choices were to guess who the giver was. He had been out of the room for a bit and didn't know who was left and he hadn't been paying much attention either. Who had a fondness for daggers besides himself? It must be one of the Eriks. "Monsieur Carriére? Or perhaps Monsieur Lavalais?"
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Teressa Lavalais
Fine. You?re rehired. Now shut up or I will run you through.
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Post by Teressa Lavalais on Feb 19, 2013 11:05:16 GMT -5
Teressa caught Lenoir going to the tree out of the corner of her eye. They still weren't talking...but she still cared. What had he gotten? She turned her head slightly so she could watch him open his present. But when she saw what it was, her breath caught in her throat. A dagger...
Her body language instantly tensed, and she stepped back a bit. She didn't like daggers, not at all. Where was Erik? Where did he go? She turned her head, a little too quickly to feign calmness, looking for him. She needed him. Where did he go...? AH! There he was! In the corner! But...DAMN, he was looking in another place, at someone else. That little blonde girl he obsessed over. Didn't he realize that he'd gone too far during their last encounter? But that didn't matter right now. She needed to find something else to look at, something else to think about. She didn't want to cause a scene, not here. Not right now. Hopefully, no one would notice.
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