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Post by Erik Lavalais on Jun 11, 2013 19:59:50 GMT -5
Erik looked over at Teressa as the little girl hugged her and left. Now would be as good a time as any to leave for the night. She didn't look as though she really had any engagements anyway. He walked over to Teressa, taking her by the arm, and whispered in her ear.
"We should go now...We've both received our gifts, and our gifts have been given. It's time we made our way out." He watched as Teressa nodded, her eyes flicking over the crowd, as though she were attempting to spot someone. He kept a hold of her elbow as he dragged her out the door. She might have wanted to say goodnight to a couple of people, but it was really time for him to leave. After all, Christine was talking to his doppelgänger, and Teressa didn't have very many acquaintances anyway...at least, none that she talked about...And besides, he'd seen the way those men were hanging over her! He didn't like that one bit...
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Erik Carriere
For I am blackness itself...
"When you sing, I live in the heavens, and when you do not, down below." ~ Erik Carriere
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Post by Erik Carriere on Jun 12, 2013 0:44:57 GMT -5
Erik's eyes quickly widened and he pushed himself away from the wall. Had he really dozed off? Suppose it had been a while and no one was speaking to him..... but still, hopefully no one had approached him in the mean time and then decided not to because he had accidentally nodded off!
He rubbed his fingers against the corners of his eyes, this party was taking a little longer than he really had expected it would. He nearly started to doze off again when suddenly he saw that his gift had been removed from its place and had already been discovered. Erik growled under his breath, upset at himself that he hadn't noticed sooner and had kept the party for who knows how long!
He straitened up quickly and walked forward to Svenna and smiled. "I am pleased to say that I got you that gift, Mademoiselle. It's very warming to see you take such delight with it." He said and bowed slightly in a very gentleman like manner. He then glanced at the still rather large pile of presents.... it was almost strange to thing that one of them were his. He slowly turned and walked towards it, almost - almost- hesitantly. He then carefully rummaged through them until he found it.
It was a plain brown box with twine that had his name. He carefully picked it up, unsure of what could be in it, then quickly and gently undid the twine and took off the top from the box. His heart nearly stopped for a moment..... was it really? He picked it up from the box.... it was! A black top hat! It was definitely different than any he had ever seen before.... but that made it more unique. He smiled widely, now truly wide away, at least for the moment, while he marveled at his new gift. He then placed it on his head - just for the feel of it for it didn't go with his outfit at all- and smiled. "And who gave me this beautiful gift?" He asked, searched the crowd as he took it off his head.
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Adina Gillespie
Some things belong on paper, others in life. It?s a blessed fool who can?t tell the difference.
Maid of the manor
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Post by Adina Gillespie on Jun 12, 2013 14:46:06 GMT -5
Adina had begun to grow lost in her own thoughts... She was about to get up and find that nice man who had been serving drinks and appetizers when she caught sight of someone picking up the gift she had painstakingly sewn together by hand. Her heart nearly dropped.... It was that man that she had so rudely yelled at when Lenoir had been drunk. She had put it upon herself to get everyone who wasn't close to Lenoir to leave the room and allow the poor man some air. She frowned when he asked who had given him the gift. Looking around, she took a few steps forward and timidly raised her hand, a sheepish smile upon her pale face. "I-I made the hat, monsieur. I hope that it fits." She wrung her hands upon her apron nervously, her doe-like eyes looking up at Erik. She really did hope that he would like the gift and that perhaps this would make slight amends between them. (Short crap post is crap )
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Erik Carriere
For I am blackness itself...
"When you sing, I live in the heavens, and when you do not, down below." ~ Erik Carriere
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Post by Erik Carriere on Jun 12, 2013 19:14:13 GMT -5
Erik was speechless as to whom to ask, the crowd suddenly much bigger than it really was. But then came a quite voice, claiming that she had made it. When he turned around, he recognized her -after all, he wasn't yelled at very often- and smiled. "Made? That was very kind of you and I shall cherish this gift always, mademoiselle."
He remembered that the only person that had really given him any gifts around this time was his father, which made this present all the more special and unique. Erik gently took her hand and kissed the knuckles. It was another gentle shock for the unsocial Phantom, but he had already been kissed by Ana tonight, now this was to be a sort of token of his gratitude. He then moved out of the way so that she may go look for her present. He was now tempted to leave... but then thought otherwise. It could be rude and the night was still young.
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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 Jun 15, 2013 2:15:34 GMT -5
Christine was infinitely excited with the bowl of fish that she had received. Between fish and fiancé’s, this was turning out to be the best Christmas Eve ever! She wasn’t certain who had given her the fish. She had guessed that it was Alfred (really, it was more glancing about for the first person she knew the name of, and then blurting it out), yet he must not have head her immediately, for he didn’t respond. Instead, a masked man who had been leaning against the wall approached her.
He said that is was he who had gotten her the gift, and that he was quite glad that she had gotten so much enjoyment out of it. She let out another squeal in delight. “Oh! Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!” she said. It was nearly impossible for her to contain herself. The man would have been in for a thorough glomping, and yet with a fish bowl sitting in her lap, that proved to be a bit difficult.
As the man left (she assumed it was in order to open his own present), she carefully set the fish bowl down in the seat beside her, where Philippe had been sitting just moments before. When she was sure that her new fishy companions were safe and sound, she flew to the man and threw her arms around him, giving him a quick hug in thanks before running back to the fish.
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Mister Y
Ten long years... living a mere facade of life...
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Post by Mister Y on Jun 15, 2013 23:06:09 GMT -5
(Yes, this is a ham-handed segue into a later plot. No, I am not ashamed.)
Erik turned back to the boy, Gustave, and saw that he was already at attention for a conversation with him. He knelt, taking the boy's shoulder. He had a thought that was gnawing at him, and he thought it was probably because this was Christine's son...nonetheless, he thought he'd give it a go.
"My boy, I don't know how well versed you are in playing the violin...but if you would by any chance like some lessons, I'd be more than happy to give you my input as a teacher. I've played the violin for quite some time now..." Erik thought perhaps he was rambling, or perhaps the boy was intimidated by him? What had Christine told her son about him? Had she spoken to her son at all about her past...?
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Erik Carriere
For I am blackness itself...
"When you sing, I live in the heavens, and when you do not, down below." ~ Erik Carriere
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Post by Erik Carriere on Jun 21, 2013 16:44:27 GMT -5
Just after a few moments of standing alone once more with his new handmade top hat, he was suddenly nearly tackled - or at least it seemed like that since he hadn't expected it or had seen it coming-. When the person retreated as quickly as they had suddenly been there, he saw that it was the Christine he gave the present to.
He moved a little farther back from the crowd, closer to the wall, but was smirking. It was very strange feeling.... even though his Christine was not here to enjoy this Christmas with him.... he was still actually happy. Sure, it was not the absolutely best ever.... but it was better than any he had ever had before. He got to spend it with people and not just between Gerard and himself. Erik quietly held his top hat a little closer before looking around for Lenoir.
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Erik Spectre
Don Juan Triumphant
One must get used to everything in life, even eternity...
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Post by Erik Spectre on Jun 21, 2013 19:31:35 GMT -5
Érik continued to grow uncomfortable in the middle of this room. With the multitude of beady eyes dashing about the room, he felt constricted, like he was at the center of attention and being ignored all at once. He hated to think that this was what a normal life was like on a regular day... Though it was Christmas Eve.
Though Christine had looked upset a moment ago, it would seem her trifles were merely trifles. Annoyed at himself for thinking otherwise, he shook his head when she offered him a seat next to her. "No, Madame, I'm afraid I must be leaving," he said curtly. "I... merely wanted to wish you a very Merry Christmas." Érik cleared his throat, looking anywhere but her face... which directly lead to him staring at the multitudes of people in the room.
Finally, he looked down at her, her honey colored hair and bluejay eyes the only comfort he could find this Christmas Eve. "Thank you for... your company..."
With that, Érik turned and left, uncaring whether someone tried to stop him or get his attention. He would ignore them all the same.
((And with that, I'm outta here! I'll of course be watching the thread for the time it finally /does/ finish, which will hopefully be soon!))
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Post by Aimeric Jayden Devereux on Jun 24, 2013 2:14:37 GMT -5
By the end of the whole party Aimeric was cooped up in a corner, watching everyone else communicate as he sat there, all lonely with nobody to talk to. He yawned, and knew he probably needed his rest, so he slowly got up and stretched, picking up his gift and looking around briefly at everyone still there.
People were just starting to leave so it was a good time for him to make his departure. He yawned once again, and made his silent departure from the Manor itself out back where he lived in the village. Nobody noticed him leaving, he was sure of it, but he didn't mind. He was invited to it, right? That was good enough.
That was his first party.
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Post by Carlotta Corazon on Jun 27, 2013 1:06:16 GMT -5
Carlotta was rather surprised when Lenoir was the one who had walked up to her and confirmed that it had been he who had given her the gift. He showered Franc and her with a bit of compliments, which she rather enjoyed but she kept it minimal, for the moment. "Thank you dear, Lenoir. Atesoraré siempre." She said smiling.
"And Franc is doing wonderfully! He's always loved seeing crowds of people, almost as much as me." She said, laughing a little. She then kept herself from yawning, though she had gone to bed much later than this before, she seemed more tired this time around for some reason. "Do forgive me, I think I am going to retire for the night. I really do love the gift, thank you. Good night." She said before giving him a friendly kiss on the cheek that did not have mask covering it and started her way to leave. She hadn't been here long, but she had come for what she came from and had some fun as much as boredom for the night.
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Post by Carlotta Celestia Giudicelli on Jun 27, 2013 16:51:35 GMT -5
Carlotta looked about the room where the Secret Santa gifting event was taking place. It appeared that most of the people there had already opened their various gifts and that only a few others were left. Now, Carlotta didn’t know many people there at the Manor, so there were many unfamiliar faces there at the event. She was by no means a shy person, so it didn’t particularly bother her… but it was the faces she did recognize where the issues lay.
Besides that dreadful blackmailing ‘ghost’ from the opera house, there was another face she recognized there that she was not happy to see in the slightest. It was none other than that of the sniveling inexperienced ballet rat from the Opera Populaire. Carlotta gave a little scoff at her rather childish behavior in regard to her present. It was utterly obnoxious!
Carlotta really didn’t have any reason for staying any longer. After all, she had only come in order to visit Roselin, and Roselin had already opened her present and left, so there was no point in her sticking around any longer, particularly not with the little trap who had stolen her limelight for an evening back in Paris. She left the party with one bit of satisfaction in mind: if Christine Daaé here here, then there was no way that she could be stealing away her crowds of adoring subscribers in Paris.
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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 Jun 27, 2013 18:07:07 GMT -5
The little blonde girl gazed up at the masked man who she had known once to be her teacher and mentor. He seemed to be a bit uncomfortable (she could tell by the way he cleared his throat and tried to look anywhere he could in the room in order to avoid making eye contact). She couldn’t really blame him, given his history with ‘members of the human race,’ but the fact that he was there at all had taken some amount of bravery.
He rather curtly refused her invitation to sit, at which Christine’s expression could not help but to sadden a little. But then again, this was Érik whom she was speaking to, and so there really was no reason to let it get to her. With this thought in mind, she gave a sort of single nod acknowledging his request and then forced a pleasant smile onto her face. “Merry Christmas, Érik.”
He still seemed uncomfortable. He was refusing to look at her at all, and she could not help but to feel a bit… concerned by it. Was something else the matter too? She began to open her mouth as if to ask him, but closed it again when he finally made eye contact with her. He thanked her for her company, at which the young woman’s smile warmed and became more genuine. “It was my pleasure.”
She watched him as he turned and left the room, happy that he at least seemed to have somewhat enjoyed his time there.
Unfortunately though, the almost picturesque moment was cut short by one of the other Christines coming into the gifting room once again. She had been there previously, but had stepped out for a moment with Raoul Christophe and had since returned. The young Comtesse de Chagny was far too shocked by the other woman’s coming up and speaking suddenly to Mamma Valérius about the gift she’d received (apparently this ‘Svenna’ was the one who had given her the Dalecarlian horses) to notice the slight difference in her rather scandalous attire—a ring.
Before she had any time to react to this series of actions, there came a loud squeeing from the over-bubbly brunette who called her ‘Angie’ as the woman discovered a bowl of fish that were apparently a gift for her. Christine rubbed her temples a little. Things were getting a bit out of hand at this party. After a few more people opening their presents, she debated telling Mamma Valérius that they should really get going… until she noticed the young maid from before mentioning to Monsieur Carrière that she had been the one to give him his top hat.
Well then… Now there was certainly an issue. Yet again, the gifting chain had come to a complete loop. It appeared that King William was busy speaking with someone, so, giving her adoptive mother’s hand a little pat as if to say ‘I’ll be right back,’ she stood up from her seat upon the sofa and glanced about the room, scanning for people who had not yet opened their gifts.
There were not very many of them, and some of whom she did not recognize… But these presents weren’t just going to open themselves. They needed to be able to get through all of this still… She spotted a man who seemed vaguely familiar, though she could not for the life of her put a finger on where exactly she had seen him before, or whether or not the two had officially met previously.
“We… appear to have come to a slight halt in the evening’s events,” she said, addressing the crowd. “Monsieur, you’ve yet to open,” she said, addressing the man whom she did not realize she’d met before under a set of rather frightening circumstances. “Why don’t you go and open your gift?” What she did not realize was that this man was the devil himself…
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Post by Gustave de Chagny on Jun 27, 2013 20:31:39 GMT -5
((Yay for ham! Ham is delicious! :3 ))
Gustave was very glad when Mister Y bent down to speak to him again. It sometimes got discouraging when there were only grownups about. They didn’t always wish to talk to or to play with a little boy like him. It was a beautiful thing when he was able to get attention from someone other than his mother.
His brown eyes widened and he shook his head excitedly when his mother’s friend offered to give him violin instruments. He’d seen people play the instrument before, but had never done so himself at all. “Oh, would you, Mister Y? Would you, please?”
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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 Jun 27, 2013 22:48:17 GMT -5
Christine Svenna happily went back to her bowl of new fishy friends and stared down at them with a wide-eyed enthusiasm usually typical of small children. It was a wonder, really, the childlike fascination of the grown woman. It was quite candid, actually.
Carefully, she scooped up the bowl with both hands and bean carefully walking toward the exit of the Secret Santa room. She would have to show Raoul. Oh, I hope that Max and they will get along together… she thought to herself silently.
Nudging the door with her shoulder and elbow, she managed to unlatch it and pushed it open into the hallway. “Raoul! Look! Look what I got,” she said gleefully as she went to meet him again in the hallway. And with this, she was gone from the evening’s event.
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Claude Delacroix
Did you really think that we would ever let you go?
All that you love shall become shadow. All that you see shall become death.
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Post by Claude Delacroix on Aug 12, 2013 20:20:01 GMT -5
Claude had gotten himself lost in thought. He couldn't keep Teressa out of his mind. Why was he so infatuated with her? Something about her kept him from getting too close. He began to feel something stir within his chest. But just as he was about to turn to her and say something, he heard a voice right behind him.
'Monsieur, you've yet to open... Why don't you go and open your gift?
The voice brought Claude from his thoughts and he looked upon her... Ahh, it was her, the young lady he had tormented and gotten drunk on the sweet wine. He made no response but only smiled and bowed to her. All he had to do was glance at a few of the guests and sent chills down their spines, especially the redhead maid. He flicked a hand and the small green gift box rose up and descended into his open palm.
With a snap of his fingers, the package burst open and the pieces remained suspended in the air in an almost timeless manner. The Devil reached out and plucked the small white orb from the center of the mess.... A small globe? What matter of trickery was this?! But then......
"Heh..." He laughed. That laugh slowly began to grow into an almost manic cackle. He looked straight at Emilie and sighed. "We thank you dear for the lovely gift. And now residents," Claude turned to Adina. "Don't think we haven't forgotten about you, dear... We shall have your soul back soon enough..." He looked to Teressa. "Dear goddess.... We must be off. We bid you all, adieu."
And with that, Claude disappeared in a swirl of smoke, black ravens bursting out an flying about the room before flying out an open window.
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