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Post by Christine Giselle Daaé on Jun 19, 2013 3:23:49 GMT -5
Giving a small shy smile she looked down at the ground then she looked up at him again. "Well, I have been having voice lessons lately given by, Monsieur Carriere" she said in a soft voice. "But I've yet to perform on stage due to my other duties in the Opera House" she told him. "I usually don't have time to sing.." she said softly. "I mean, I was able to one time during our rehearsals after my day job and everything. I'd go down with him and everything...and that's it.." she told him. "My father when I was little, We'd go to fairs and he'd play the violin, I would also sing along with the songs that I knew" she explained to him.
Her eyes slightly lit up and she looked at him. "You were in love as well?" she asked suddenly. Giselle kept where she was and she said nothing else for sometime. Upon hearing his tale she smiled and nodded her head. "Sounds rather interesting" she said in a small voice. "They.......disappear ? " she repeated. Sounding rather afraid of what would happen to her. She looked at him and said nothing for a moment. "How do they disappear if you don't mind on me asking?" she questioned. "I mean, where do they go? Do they die? Do they go back to the original land?" she questioned softly staring upon him with fear. As he questioned her to stay away from the Carlotta's she nodded her head. "Alright... don't worry, I won't go near them. I've yet to met any anyways, so there's no need to fear of me meeting them" she said nodding her head.
Giselle was very much intrigued upon the tale of Persia as he Erik told her what it was like. "A hall of mirrors?" she asked softly looking at him suddenly. "What would that entail?" she questioned as she looked at him and tilted her head. She was rather confused upon what the hall of mirrors would do. Looking upon him she smiled. "It sounds like you do a lot of things, than people tell me Monsieur Lenoir" she said smiling.
"The one in Paris is beautiful, You did a wonderful job building it" she said smiling. "No one would tell me who built it... which was strange. I was curious upon who it was that built the beautiful place" she told him. Giselle soon looked at him and she blinked and she said nothing else. "Murder?" she repeated silently. Keeping where she was and saying nothing else for sometime. "I....I don't know..." she stared at him said nothing.Keeping where she was becoming a little nervous.
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Post by Erik Lenoir on Jun 26, 2013 21:14:11 GMT -5
Giselle spoke of having lessons from M. Carrière, which is what he expected. She said she usually didn't have time to sing with all the other duties she performed at the Opera House. "But you are not performing those duties now, are you? Since you have come here to the mansion? No one is expected to have a regular job here unless they want one. But it does get a bit boring without one's usual pursuits. It's why I have decided to take over the opera house project. That way, I can oversee everything that happens at the opera house." Of course by "oversee" Lenoir really meant "control," but he wouldn't say that.
She mentioned that her father would play the violin at fairs and Giselle would sing. Erik nodded. "I expect you miss that..." Then she asked him about being in love... Lenoir frowned. "It was not a happy story, my dear. Things did not go as well as planned. She did, however, No here at the mansion. I have made arrangements to give her music lessons again..." Erik left it at that. It seemed that Svenna would need quite a bit of persuasion , but Lenoir was patient and up to the task.
"The maze of mirrors? I'm an architect my dear. I designed the building for the Shah. Of course, I cannot testify as to what purpose he wished for the edifice...." She said he did a lot of things. "Yes, Giselle, I do. And it wears on me a bit that I don't have enough interesting things to do here. But that will change once the Operas are back. I am sure Carrière will wish you to sing. Do not disappoint him..."
Giselle looked frightened when Lenoir spoke about people disappearing. "I'm afraid I can't answer your question as to where they go when they disappear. Thankfully it has not happened to me, so I have no information to tell you on that subject. Just don't wander away from the mansion or further than the village and you should be safe."
Then she looked even more frightened when Lenoir mentioned that he had been accused of murder and asked her if she would be afraid if she thought she was speaking to a murderer. "So what is your judgement of me...do I appear to you to be a murderer? A wicked, deformed, ugly fellow, perhaps a man of many talents and eclectic interests.... but a murderer? Do you think that of me?"
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Post by Christine Giselle Daaé on Jun 27, 2013 20:02:14 GMT -5
Tilting her head, Giselle looked at him and said nothing for sometime. As he spoke to her she hanged on every word he was saying to her and she kept silent. Until he was finished with what he was saying. Giselle eyed him a little and she shook her head. "No I'm not working at the moment. I do not have a job here within the walls of the manor. I suppose you can say I'm just a regular guest here" she said in a small voice to him. Thinking upon it she nodded her head. "Well, when you put it that way... I suppose things can get a little boring when you don't have anything productive to do." she said to him.
Giselle sat there thinking of her father and she smiled. For a moment she could hear the distant sound of the violin playing in her head. Without realizing she started humming the small tune she remembered fairly well. Turning to look over at Lenoir she said nothing for sometime. "I do miss it greatly, My father was a very protective man yet passionate upon what he did for the time I had with him" she told him. Frowning moments later, she heard his tale and she looked at him. "I'm sorry to hear that Lenoir, I'm sure she was a lovely woman whoever she would be" she said sighing.
"You must be rather busy then..." she said smiling softly. "Sounds like you had a lot to do; to occupy your time and everything" she said in a small voice. Closing her eyes she smiled then opened them once more. Giselle looked at him she nodded her head. Soon she placed her hand upon his own. "I won't. For he has been teaching me for as long as I can remember" she said smiling. "I will not... disappoint him. Believe me I do not wish to" she said to him moments later.
Hearing his instructions Giselle simply nodded her head. She was very curious upon to where the other guests might have gone when they disappear from the village and the manor. "How odd..." she said underneath her breath. "Its not like for normal people to well.....vanish without anyone knowing." she said looking over at him. "Of course, I understand. I will stay within the walls of the manor and in the village" she said to him nodding her head.
As Lenoir spoke to him she tilted her head and she studied him. "No of course not." she said softly. "Perhaps people just don't know what to say when it comes to you..and people just don't have the right words to say...sometimes." she said shrugging her shoulders. Giselle tucked away a stray hair out of her eyes and tucked it behind her ear. "I've not seen you kill or harm anyone here within the manor, so I wouldn't really say your a murderer. Perhaps your just misunderstood? I'm not sure to be honest" she said frowning looking at him. "All I see is a misunderstood person in front of me, that everyone seems to judge for their looks" she said looking at him. "But I don't fear you; You've done no harm to me..." she told him.
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Post by Erik Lenoir on Jul 4, 2013 19:50:18 GMT -5
"Unfortunately," Erik said, "when brought here to the mansion, we were ripped out of our lives and any job or position we may have held. It is up to us to find employment and amusements here. Not that we have to work. Certainly not. The spectres have provided for us. Food, shelter, amusements, anything that pleases us. Anything that is, outside of leaving the manor. Those who do leave have an unknown fate, as I have mentioned before."
"Boredom is why I have taken charge of the opera house, its renovation and hopefully its opening and production of many lovely works of music and other performing arts. Original works of art are welcome, as are all singers and artists worthy of being upon my stage. Both the artists and the compositions must of course meet the highest standards." Erik tended to go on a bit, fancying that he owned the opera house as he had thought of the Populaire back in Paris. If anyone opposed his claims of ownership, he would surely give them the fight of their lives.
Giselle spoke a few words about her father and then about Lenoir's love for Christine. Erik didn't want to go into detail about it and he simply nodded politely when Giselle mentioned it again.
Giselle was trying to be noncommittal and not offend Lenoir. At least it seemed that way to him. He laughed. "Just because you have not seen me do something does not mean that I haven't done it. You have not seen the buildings I said I have designed nor heard the compositions I have written. Yet you believe that I have done these things. However, I appreciate the fact that you trust that I have never killed anyone, whether or not it is true. I shall leave that up to your imaginations. Remember, it is only an accusation and I am not admitting to anything." He paused and touched her hand, softly rubbing the top of her hand with his long slender, yet strangely cold fingers.
She said she thought he was perhaps misunderstood. He gazed at her dark eyes with his mismatched eyes, one dark blue and one light grey. It was sometimes disconcerting to some people when he stared at them with his odd eyes. He had a way of holding someone in his gaze if he wished to do so. That gaze was often hypnotic. "I'd like you to sing for me," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
When Giselle had begun to hum earlier, the tune had seemed familiar. Erik pulled his gaze away from her for a moment and glanced at the baby grand piano in the corner of the room, wondering if it were still in tune. He rose from his seat and opened the cover over the keys and played a chord or two. The piano had held its tuning from the last time it had been tuned. He started to play an accompanyment to the tune that Giselle had started to hum. "Would you come here and sing the words to that song? I would like to hear your voice." His voice was soft again and his eyes caught her gaze. He looked expectantly at her.
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Post by Christine Giselle Daaé on Jul 8, 2013 12:13:39 GMT -5
While he spoke upon the Manor she looked at him with all of curiosity. She didn't know what to say because it was all very interesting and she stared at him. Giselle sat there and just listened to his words. "Well the good thing about being here is that its provided us shelter and food..." she said to him. Giselle listened to him speak and she was not afraid of him at all. Due to the fact he hadn't harmed her to be frightened as many people would say he was.
Hearing his words again, she looked at him. "I've not been honored to hear the title of this new production Monsieur Lenoir. Perhaps you know?" she questioned moments later. "Do you know what its called?" she looked up at him with her eyes and said nothing else for a moment. Keeping silent awaiting the wonderful title of the new production.
As he spoke to her about being violent, she closed her eyes. "I understand, Monsieur Lenoir..." she said softly to him. "But you have not harmed me in any way shape or form. So there is no way to be afraid of you..." she said told him. Giselle looked up at him still. "If you have harmed me, then I would be frightened but you haven't" she said softly to him. As she felt him touch her hand, she looked down at it and felt him rubbing it with his fingers. Giselle said nothing for a moment enjoying his touch. It seemed that all Eriks had a gentle side when the one person to bring them out was right.
Hearing his request she immediately looked up at him. "Me?" she blinked and looked at him. "Sing for you Monsieur Lenoir...." she said once more. She blinked and gave a nervous smile."I uh... I ... " she stopped and coughed. "I think that would be alright...I mean, I'm not good yet... Monsieur Carriere, has given me lessons...but" she looked at him trailing off. "I think don't think that would be a problem, I could always tell him you were helping me" she said smiling.
Remaining where she was she walked towards the piano and stood there for sometime. Closing her eyes she said nothing for a moment and then she opened them again. "Very well..." she began to say in almost a nervous way. Clearing her throat preparing herself and she looked at him a little. "I'm ready when you are.. I take it you know the song?" she asked with a small smile looking at him.
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Post by Erik Lenoir on Jul 13, 2013 18:43:54 GMT -5
"Yes, there is food, shelter, amusements and to my great surprise, I have made some ... shall we say.... acquaintances. However, sadly, some of them have gone. I mourn them, for I do not know if they have died, gone back to their own time or perhaps have met with a more terrible fate. Perhaps it is not fitting for me to make friends." He also wondered if he should have offed himself one of the times when he had meant to do it. He wasn't sure. Life in the mansion, was good, surely in many ways. His life had been worse at the Opera House, where he had lived in secret as the Opera Ghost, running the place by means of fear.
Giselle. She belonged to Carrière. Lenoir did not wish to encroach on his friend's woman. Yes, his friend. Carrière was the one friend at the manor that he had made and who had not had any guile in him. He seemed a true friend. But he did wish to see if Giselle could sing as well as Carrière seemed to think. Not that he didn't trust his friend's judgment, but if she were to sing upon his stage at any time, he must know.
"There have been no productions chosen yet, Giselle. M. Carrière and I shall choose them when the time comes. I am sure some of them will be from our own hand. Unfortunately, the opera house is not quite ready. The refurbishment has taken quite a lot longer than I ever had anticipated. Undoubtedly slow workers from the village. Considering I have a contract with the, and one of the clauses says that if the work is not completed on time that money will be deducted from what we owe the construction company, I shall not say a word. If I wait long enough, perhaps they shall have to pay us. He smiled a bit wickedly at the thought.
When he sat at the piano, he waited for her to start to sing. He could pick up the accompanyment simply from hearing the melody of the song. Then he stopped, when she continued to speak. "Of course I know the song." He was sounding a bit cross now. "Giselle, I shall never know if you are a good singer or not if you do not sing. So...sing for me! Now!" He started the accompanyment again.
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