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 Mar 7, 2012 14:39:25 GMT -5
((Note: This letter corresponds to the scene "He drug me here, fainting and half chloroformed..."))
À Monsieur le Comte Raoul de Chagny 254 Boulevard Saint-Germaine 75007, Paris, France le 24 ème mars, 1887 Mon fiancé le plus cher Raoul,
Je ne sais pas si tu receverras cette lettre, mais je quand même t'écris. J'ai peur! Ce matin, je me suis réveillée dans un lieu étrange. Je me rapelle, hier soir, de me coucher dans ma chambre chez Maman Valérius, mais je ne sais pas comment j'ai arrivé ici.
Je suppose qu'il faut te dire où est «ici»... Je suis dans un grand château (alors, je pense que c'est un château) et il n'y a pas beaucoup de gens. J'ai seulement rencontré une personne: un homme qui prétend être le Vicomte Raoul de Chagny. Bien sûr, l'homme est fou! Il ne peut pas être le Vicomte de Chagny car tu l'était, et maintenant, tu est le comte. Ses affirmations sont impossibles! Mais tu le sais déjà.
L'imposteur est très étrange. Il ne me semble pas méchant (bien qu'il est très impoli) mais il y a beaucoup de choses bizarres sur lui. Par example, il a une montre. Mais elle n'est pas seulement une montre; c'est ta montre! La même que ton père t'a donné. Elle a la même inscription, et tous! Mais au lieu de toi sur la photographie, il y a eu l'homme avec le Comte Philibert. Comme j'ai dit, c'est très bizarre. Il prétend qu'il a vu ta bague de fiançailles -- la bague de fiançailles de ta mère -- aussi, et que sa mère avait la même bague! Je ne sais pas comme ce peut être possible!
Il était avec la Marine Nationale aussi -- Capitaine de visseau -- mais je ne sais pas sur quel navir il avait servi. Mais il m'a dit qu'il peut discuter avec tes officiers supérieurs et (peut-être) les fait te pardonner. Oh, Raoul... Si c'est possible, nous ne devons pas fuir! Nous pouvons rester sans peur du droit. Nous serons libres!.. Ou j'espère nous serons libres...
Raoul, j'ai peur! J'ai peur qu'Érik m'a pris encor... Personne, sauf Erik, peut accomplir une enlèvement comme ça! Oh Raoul, je te manque... S'il te plaît, viens vite.
L'imposteur m'a dit qu'il y a un jardin près d'ici. J'essaierai de le trouver. Quand je le trouve, je te dirai toutes les choses que je vois. Peut-être elles peut t'aide à me trouver. Je t'attendrai, Raoul. Attende-moi aussi!
Je t'aime,
~ta petite Christine
March 24 th, 1887 My dearest betrothed Raoul, I do not know if you will receive this letter, but I am writing to you regardless. I am frightened! This morning, I woke up in a strange place. I remember going to sleep in my bedroom in Mamma Valérius' house last night, but do not know how I came to be here. I suppose that I should tell you where "here" is... I am in a large castle (or at least, I think that it's a catsle) and there are not many people. I have only come across one person: a man claiming to be the Vicomte Raoul de Chagny. Of course, the man is crazy! He cannot be the Vicomte de Chagny because you were the Vicomte de Chagny and now you are the Count! His claims are impossible! But you knew that already. The imposter is very strange. He does not seem mean to me (although he is quite rude) but there are many bizarre things bout him. For example, he has a watch. But it is not just any watch; it's your watch. The same one that your father gave you. It has the same inscription and everything! But instead of you in the photograph, there is the lam with Count Philibert. As I said, it is very bizarre. he claims that he has seen your engagement ring -- your mother's engagement ring -- too, and that his mother had the same ring. I do not know how that is possible! He was with the navy as well -- a captain -- but I do not know which ship he served on. But he told me he could discuss with your superior officers and (maybe) have them pardon you. oh Raoul... if this is possible, we will not have to flee! We can stay without fearing the law. We will be free... Or I hope we will be free... Raoul, I am afraid! I am afraid that Erik has taken me again... No one but Erik could accomplish a kidnapping like this! Oh Raoul... I miss you. Please, come quickly. The imposter told me that there is a garden near here, I will try to find it. When I do find it, I will tell you all the things I see. Perhaps they will help you to find me. I will wait for you, Raoul. Wait for me too... I love you, ~your little Christine
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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 Mar 11, 2012 20:28:21 GMT -5
((Note: This Letter corresponds to the scene "I ate a few prawns and the wing of a chicken"))
À Monsieur le Comte Raoul de Chagny 245 Boulevard Saint-Germaine 75007, Paris, France le 24 ème mars, 1887 Mon cher Raoul,
Je sais que je viens de t'écrire, mais je te manque et je m'inquiète pour toi. Ce lieu est plus étrange que j'ai pensé. Je viens de rencontrer une femme qui prétend d'être appellée Christine Ellen Daaé. Mais c'est bien impossible! Supposément, elle habite a Paris, mais je connais bien que je suis la seule Christine Daaé à Paris!
Elle était très impolie quand j'ai refusé la soupe qu'elle avait cuisiné. Je ne savait pas si la soupe était lacé avec des médicaments... Érik pouvait bien la lacé! Il m'a déjà drougée avec du choloroforme! Comment puis-je faire confiance à quelqu'un qui peut être sa complice?
Je pense qu'elle est une domestique d'Érik. La pauvre femme... Il l'a forcée à changer son nom. Elle est presque aussi fou que lui! Je pense qu'il l'a dite qu'il y a des fantômes au château, parce qu'elle dis qu'elle a vu une femme qui était fantôme. Supposément, il n'y a pas de fantômes qui étaient hommes, mais je suis certain que c'est «fantôme» n'est rien qu'Érik. Le vieil «F.O.» est à rien de bon à nouveau.
La dernière fois que je t'avais écrit, j'ai oublié à te dire que cet homme bizarre pense que nous ne pouvons pas être très loin de la France si nous n'en sommes plus. Peut-être un peu en dehors, mais pas loin d'y.
Je t'aime beaucoup, mon cher. Fait attenion, s'il te plaîs. Je préférais mon fiancé d'être vivant quand je le vois encore.
Avec tout mon cœur,
~ta petite Christine
March 24 th, 1887 My dear Raoul, I know that I just wrote to you, but I miss you and I am worried about you. This place is more strange than I had thought. I just met a woman who claimed to be named Christine Ellen Daaé. But this is quite impossible! Supposedly she lives in Paris, but i know very well that I am the only Christine Daaé in Paris! She was very rude when I refused the soup that she cooked. I did not know if the soup was laced with drugs... Erik very well could have laced it! He already drugged me with chloroform! How can i trust someone who could be his accomplice? I think that she is a servant of Erik. The poor woman... He forced her to change her name. She is nearly as crazy as him. I think that he told her that there are ghosts in the castle, because she told me that she was a woman who was a ghost. Supposedly none of the ghosts are men, but I am certain that this "ghost" is nothing but Erik. The old "O.G." is up to no good again. The last time that I wrote to you, I forgot to tell you that that bizarre man thinks that we cannot be very far from France if we are no longer there. Perhaps a bit outside, but not far from there. I love you very much, my dear. Be careful, please. I would prefer my fiancé to be living when I see him again. With all my heart, ~your little Christine
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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 Mar 14, 2012 14:38:00 GMT -5
((Note: This letter corresponds to the scene "And A Dungeon lies below...".))
À Monsieur le Comte Raoul de Chagny 254 Boulevard Saint-Germaine 75007, Paris, France le 25 ème mars, 1887 Mon cher Raoul
Aujourd'hui, j'ai trouvé quelque chose qui je préférerais ne pas trouver. Il y a une vielle prison sous le château! Je marchais quand j'y suis devenue coincé! Il y était très sombre, sale, et froid... J'avais peur, Raoul. Tu sais que j'ai peur de l'ombre. J'étais seule, alors je suis descendue un éscalier et j'ai rencontré un homme qui s'appelle Erik Lenoir. Mais je n'aim pas le prénom «Erik» donc il est seulement «Monsieur Lenoir.»
Je dois beaucoup à Monsieur Lenoir parce qu'il m'a aidé à garder mon sang-froid quand nous étions coincés. Éventuellement, nous trouvions la sotie, mais j'avais vraiment peur qu'il faut nous y mourrions....
Mon souvenir de toi était la seule chose qui me pacifiait quand j'y étais coincé. Je te manque, Raoul. Je te manque plus que tout. S'il te plaît, rassure Maman Valérious pour moi.
Je t'aime
~ta petite Christine
March 25 th, 1887 My dear Raoul, Today, I found something that I would prefer not to have found. There is an old dungeon under the castle! I was walking when I became trapped down there! It was very dork, dirty and cold there... I was afraid, Raoul! You know that I am afraid of the dark. I was alone, so I descended the staircase and I encountered a man named Erik Lenoir. But I don't like the name "Erik" thus he is only "Monsieur Lenoir," I owe so much to Monsieur Lenoir because he helped me to keep my head while we were trapped. Eventually, we found the exit, but I was truely afrais that we were meant to die there... My memory of you was the only thing that pacified me while I was trapped. I miss you, Raoul. I miss you more than anything. Please reassure Mamma Valérius for me. I love you, ~your little Christine
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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 Mar 16, 2012 14:07:55 GMT -5
((Note: This letter corresponds to the scene "When reality Masquerades as impossible"))
À Monsieur le Comte Raoul de Chagny 245 Boulevard Saint-Germaine 75007 Paris, France le 26 ème mars, 1887 Mon cher fiancé Raoul,
Aujourd'hui, j'ai rencontré la première personne au château qui n'est pas complètement folle.
~Ta Petite Christine
March 26 th, 1887 My dear betrothed Raoul, Today, I met the first person in the castle who is not completely crazy. She says that her name is Christine, which, granted, is a bit odd, but she is a very nice woman. At least she realizes that there is no such place as the Opéra Populaire, which is more than I can say for the imposter Monsieur de Chagny. She is small, like me, but with brunette hair. She is also very kind. She helped me to find some clothing and shoes so I could finally change out of the night clothes I had arrived here in. We had tea together and chatted for a while. i have yet to find a way outside of this place so I can tell you some of the plant and animal life around here. I'm still not completely sure of where I am, or what I can do to help you find me, though I shall most certainly keep trying for both of our sakes. Promise me that you will be careful when it comes to this matter of elopement and desertion, my dear. i cannot bear the thought of anything bad happening to you while I am away. I care about you far too much to not be concerned about it. I love you, ~Your Little Christine
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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 Mar 19, 2012 12:11:12 GMT -5
((In progress. Note: This letter corresponds to the scene "The Grande Tour"))
À Monsieur le Comte Raoul de Chagny 245 Boulevard Saint-Germaine 75007 Paris, France le 26 ème mars, 1887 Mon cher Raoul,
Je t'aime,
~ta petite Christine
March 26 th, 1887 My dear Raoul, Apparently, the other Raoul is not nearly as prompt as you are with time either. He told me that he would meet me at four o'clock in the afternoon, which he did, but it was four o'clock in the afternoon two days after the day he said that he would meet me. While it was a little irritating, it may have worked in my advantage however, as I was finally able to change out of my night clothes by then. He had offered to show me around the castle some, which I thought would be a good offer to take up, as I had absolutely no idea as to where I was going beforehand. The first place that we stopped was the dining-room and kitchen area. The kitchen is filled with all sorts of strange appliances which I have never seen before! They were all sleek and chrome-colored and some of them were very frightening. One of these appliance looked like a carafe resting on a stand covered in buttons and with a sort of fitted lid on top. When I pressed the button though, it made a most dreadfully terrifying sound! There were many strange boxes and cans of food in the kitchen that I had never seen before. Many of the labels were in English, which makes me question whether we really are still in France as the man who claims to be Raoul says that we are... After having a late lunch, the then proceeded to show me to the rest of the manor. Our first stop along the way was a small music room where the man told me he had "woken up." Frankly, I was, and still am, a little confused by what he meant by that. I suppose that it must have had to do with his story about passing out after having gone to see "Christine" in her dressing room at the imaginary opera house after the imaginary opera by an imaginary composer who shares the name with a woodwind instrument. I must say though, the man actually has a fairly nice singing voice -- quite lovely actually. We sang a bit together, and he plays the piano fairly well too. After the music room, we went to I love you, ~Your little Christine
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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 Mar 19, 2012 12:31:02 GMT -5
((Note: This letter corresponds to the scene "No, Monsieur, I am practicing Catholic")) À Monsieur le Comte Raoul de Chagny 245 Boulevard Saint-Germaine 75007 Paris, France le 26 ème mars, 1887 Mon cher Raoul,
Avec tout mon cœur,
~ta petite Christine
March 26 th, 1887 My dear Raoul, I found a little chapel today and had a sort of mass on my own. It was nice to finally find something comforting and familiar in a place so foreign and frightening. The chapel was in a state of complete disarray though, which I could not help but to find very sad. Whoever the owner of this castle is (or was) obviously is not a very religious man. Just after I finished the first part of the Holy Eucharist when I heard a man's voice begin to speak to me! At first, I thought that it was Erik and his "Angel of Music" charade again, but I am not so sure now. The man told me he went by the name of Lavalais and that he was rather tall, which is why he refused to show himself to me apparently. He also says that he was brought here from his flat in Mazenderan, which only confuses me even more than I was already. I am not so sure that I am even in France any more, with all of these labels in English and people from the middle East... I don't know where I am! Raoul, I am frightened! Please, please keep looking for me. I do not like it here at all! I want nothing more than to be back at home with you and Maman... With all my heart, ~your little Christine
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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 Mar 24, 2012 1:57:17 GMT -5
((Note: This letter corresponds to the scene "It's No Wonder")) À Monsieur le Comte Raoul de Chagny 245 Boulevard Saint-Germaine 75007 Paris, France le 26 ème mars, 1887 Mon cher Raoul,
Avec tout mon cœur,
~ta petite Christine
March 26 th, 1887 My dear Raoul, I met another woman who claims to go by the name of Christine, but this one was nod another Christine Daaé, but instead a Christine de Chagny! Needless to say, I was at first rather confused as to why Erik would bring people here to represent us after we are married to each other, but I soon found out the reason why. It would seem that her marriage to the "Vicomte de Chagny" has been falling apart for quite some time now, though they have been married for ten years. She didn't tell me exactly why she had been having marital issues. It was more of a generic "people change a lot over the course of ten years" ordeal. People do change. Neither you nor I are the same children we were when we met on the beach ten years ago, and yet we have not changed so much, have we? Surely we've grown up, matured... but underneath all of that, this "Comte de Chagny" who is a Lieutenant in the navy and this respectable young gentleman, you're still the same little boy I remember who rescued my scarf so many years ago. I still do not have much that I can tell you which might help you find me, other than that much of what I saw in the kitchen was in English, although now that I think about it, the bible and prayer book I found in the chapel were both printed in English as well... Oh Raoul, you know that my English is horrible. Professor Valérius unfortunately passed before he had the chance to finish teaching me. I do hope that I am still in France, or at least somewhere nearby, but that seems unlikely considering. It frightens me, Raoul, not knowing how long I was really asleep for... I must request one thing though, and that is that if you cannot find a way to me soon, you go on the expedition to the North Pole. I will wait for you, no matter how long it takes, I promise, but I cannot bear the though of you being accused of treason and executed because you did not leave so that we might be reunited and married. I miss you and love you very much, dear. Please stay safe. With all my heart, ~Your Little Christine
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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 Mar 24, 2012 2:00:39 GMT -5
((Note: This letter corresponds to the scene "This Stage Needs to be Used!")) À Monsieur le Comte Raoul de Chagny 245 Boulevard Saint-Germaine 75007 Paris, France le 26 ème mars, 1887 Mon cher Raoul,
Avec tout mon cœur et mon esprit,
~ta petite Christine
March 26 th, 1887 My dear Raoul, I was completely wrong about Monsieur Lenoir, who I wrote to you about only yesterday. He is a cruel, heartless, selfish, arrogant, conceited, stuck-up, beast! I ran into him again today as I was exploring the castle, and came an old theatre of some sort. Yes, I am aware that a theatre within the walls of a castle is quite an odd thing, but that is not my point at the moment. Anyway, I came upon this theatre, and inside of it found Monsieur Lenoir, waiting for the man who claimed to be Raoul de Chagny. Apparently Monsieur de Chagny was quite late (which frankly doesn't surprise me, considering that the man was two days late from the time when he said he would meet me), and he was a bit irritated, which is understandable, but it is most certainly not any excuse for his obscene manner of speaking to me. For one thing, he refused to call me by my name, and when I insisted he do so, he said it with such a bitterness, almost to the point of being toxic, as if my name were the most foul of words on the face of this Earth! And it wasn't just once that he did this, but he continued it throughout, every single time, as if my name were some sort of an insult! On top of this, the man constantly harassed me for an answer as to why we are trapped here, in this castle where no one can find us, ad when I finally told him that I suspected that there was someone holding us here (though I did not once mention Érik's name, for fear that Monsieur Lenoir, being one of his accomplices, might go and tell him and he discover my knowledge of his plan), and he suggested that I stay here captive so he and all of the others could go free. This erased any doubt in my mind that he was on of Érik's accomplices in this whole ordeal, and possibly more informed about the entire situation than all of the others, who seem to be here unwillingly, but he, this Monsieur Lenoir said that if someone was holding us all here captive, that they had actually done his a great favor. i do not know what this favor could be, but frankly, i am not sure that I wish to find out. He is a cruel man, Raoul. A very cruel man! Please come and take me away from this place soon! I am not sure how much longer I can bear being away from you and trapped in this horrible place. I love you, Raoul. Please keep Mamma from worrying too much about me. She gets so sick when she worries... With all of my heart and my soul, ~your little Christine
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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 Mar 24, 2012 2:02:10 GMT -5
((In Progress, Note: This letter corresponds to the scene "The Pit and the Pendulum")) À Monsieur le Comte Raoul de Chagny 245 Boulevard Saint-Germaine 75007 Paris, France le 26 ème mars, 1887 Mon cher Raoul,
Avec tout mon cœur et mon esprit,
~ta petite Christine
March 26 th, 1887 My dear Raoul, Today, I came upon a sort of library and found inside a man reading one of Poe's most famous works: Annabel Lee. At first glance, the man appeared to me to be some sort of a miner, for he was wearing trousers made of fabric de Nihm and his overall appearance was quite rugged-looking. I've never actually seen a miner up close, but given his physical appearance, when comparing it with the descriptions I have heard of miners, he seemed like the mining type. Needless to say, I was quite embarrassed when he told me that he was in fact not a miner at all, and even more shocked when he told me that he was a musician. Yes, that it right, a musician! He is a cellist, to be exact. With all of my heart and my mind, ~your little Christine
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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 Mar 26, 2012 2:34:16 GMT -5
((Note: This letter corresponds to the scene "I have never seen him by daylight...))
À Monsieur le Comte Raoul de Chagny 254 Boulevard Saint-Germaine 75007, Paris, France le 26 ème mars, 1887 Mon fiancé le plus cher Raoul,
Je t'aime,
~ta petite Christine
March 26 th, 1887 My dearest betrothed Raoul, This evening, I managed to find my way out to a balcony which overlooked a large courtyard and vast forest. I prayed for you. I am worried, Raoul. Tomorrow is the day that the expedition to the North Pole is scheduled to set sail, and I almost with that I knew you would be on it. At least if you were there I would know that you would be safe from being arrested for desertion and then tried for treason and likely beheaded. You and your dense skull, always rushing into decisions even if you haven't fully thought through the consequences... Ironically, I think that's one of the things I love about you most. It's how we met: you rushing into the sea to fetch my scarf after it blew away, despite your poor Aunt's protests.And when you came back, you were soaked through to the bone, and ended up catching cold later, but you didn't care, and neither did I... Oh Raoul, the more I think about it, you haven't changed a bit in the past ten years... Speaking of "the past ten years," while I was on the balcony, a man approached me asking if I had seen his wife and son. It turned out that this man was the other, older "Vicomte de Chagny" that the woman I met earlier today (the one who told me she was Christine de Chagny) was married to. His explanation of the issues behind their marriage was that he feared Erik kidnapping her again, and that she truly did love him... I can tell you right now though that if Erik is trying to use these people to warn me against marrying you, it is not working at all. I never have, nor will I ever be capable of falling in love with that demon of a man. As I told you that evening under Apollo's Lyre, the feelings he inspires he with are horror, not love. You know this. please do not doubt my love for you in the same way that this man doubts his wife's love for him. He told me that he prevented her from singing after they were married, for fear that the monster would find her again and take her away from him. We have already decided upon retirement after marriage, so this is no issue, but I cannot help having a little fear... It is not that I doubt you at all. Quite the opposite! I am worried more that he is right about what Erik might do if he does find us, seeing as he is most obviously not dead. Though this man, this older "Raoul", said that "Erik" was none other than Monsieur Lenoir and told me that he suspected Monsieur Lenoir was holing their son hostage and that Monsieur Lenoir had killed two men before. I worry that the part where he "killed two men" was not a part of the acting though... What if the man truly is a murderer? The older Monsieur de Chagny warned me to be cautious around him. I certainly plan on being more careful considering the last encounter I had with him as well as this new information. The man (the older Raoul), seemed to recognize your mother's ring. He said that he gave his wife one just like I and that it was a family heirloom. Frankly I'm a little confused as to how Érik managed to find out so much about your ring and inform all of his accomplices in such a short amount of time... His wife had mentioned to me when we met that she missed hearing him sing. Apparently he used to sing to her before they were married, but he never sang any more. When I told him about how she missed hearing him sing. He told me that he was not happy enough to sing. i know that I have asked you this question before, Raoul. but are people really so unhappy when they love? You told me that they were when they loved, but were unsure of being loved. It confuses me though. I thought that love was supposed to be a wonderful thing that helped to erase hurt. I cannot imagine it only creating more... After speaking to him, I returned to my chambers to get a good night's rest, as it is very late now as I am writing you this. Please be safe tomorrow, love. I could not bear living knowing that you were dead. I shall pray for you again before I fall asleep. You shall be in my dreams tonight, dear. Never forget that I love you. Even if you forget what I look like, the sound of my voice, even my name... do not ever forget my love for you, Raoul. That's all I ask of you. I love you, ~your little Christine
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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 Mar 26, 2012 3:04:46 GMT -5
((Note: This Letter corresponds to the scene "Like the Musée Grévin...))
À Monsieur le Comte Raoul de Chagny 245 Boulevard Saint-Germaine 75007, Paris, France le 27 ème mars, 1887 Mon cher Raoul,
Avec tout mon cœur,
~ta petite Christine
March 27 th, 1887 My dear Raoul, I met another man in a man in a mask. He was a bit taller than Monsieur Lenoir, and much less talkative. Yet again, I was denied of my identity, which irritated me very mush so, as you can probably imagine. I am quite tired of being told that I am not myself by a bunch of people masquerading as people I know. I found a gallery in which there was a portrait of a man who looked exactly like you, Raoul. It was unexpected, really. He had your eyes, your hair, your cheeks... it could very well have been a portrait of you, but then again, why would a portrait of you be hanging in a place like this? Anyway, it was as I was looking at this portrait that I came across this other masked man -- a man by the name of Erik Carrière. After a bit of discussion between the two of us, he actually did not seem like such a bad fellow. I told him about how you were in danger, and he seemed sympathetic to the situation. Oh Raoul, how I wish that I didn't have to be so concerned for your safety. I do believe though that I shall go to look at that painting again. It reminded me so much of you... I await the day when you shall find me and we shall be reunited and I shall look upon your face for real. Until then, I'll keep waiting. i hope that you are well. Please remind Mamma that I am safe and there is nothing for her to worry about. I love you and miss you. With all my heart, ~your little Christine
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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 Mar 31, 2012 0:22:36 GMT -5
((In progress. Note: This Letter corresponds to the scene "A Pale gleam over her features"))
À Monsieur le Comte Raoul de Chagny 245 Boulevard Saint-Germaine 75007, Paris, France le 27 ème mars, 1887 Mon cher Raoul,
Avec tout mon cœur,
~ta petite Christine
March 27 th, 1887 My dear Raoul, I have begun to grow quite tired of the horrid living conditions with which Érik has provided me during the time which I have stayed thus far in this place. At least all of the other times he provided me with basic items such as food, clothing, and toiletries, but here, I have been forced to hunt for these items on my own. Today, I went out to look through some of the empty rooms in the dormitories to see if I could fins some more soap, and some shampoo and such. What I managed to find was some more paper and another pen to write to you with, some penicillin, absinthe, whiskey, aftershave, cough tonic, arsenic, shampoo, some more soaps, and a bottle of a liquid I assume is some sort of a cheap perfume. However, the shampoo and the perfume were in these odd plastic bottles I had never seen before, both of which had on their labels everything printed in both French and English, which only further confuses me as to where I could possibly be at the moment... I took all of these things back with me to the room I have come to call my chambers (as it is where I have been sleeping since I first arrived here), and set them down on the bed, when a blonde woman walked into my room. She was dressed in the most scandalous of clothing, and I could not help but to wonder what Érik could possibly need with a woman like this, and I soon regretted pondering such, for the only images which came to mind were not at all pleasant... She told me her name was Meg Giry. I could swear that I have heard that name somewhere before, but I cannot quite put my finger on it. For some odd reason, I think I recall hearing it about the opera... but regardless, this is what the woman stated her name was. Frankly, I'm only glad that it wasn't yet another person claiming to be called Christine Daaé. Her manners were as vulgar as her clothing, for the woman entered my chamber without so much as a single knock, and then strode up to me holding her hand out for me to shake, as if we were men! It would most definitely do the woman some good to learn a few manners, though I believe that they are quite a natural thing to be lacking for women of her profession. I believe that she is some sort of a prostitute. It is difficult to say for sure though, for she seemed aware of the vulgarity of her dress and demeanor. Se says that she is from Paris, but that sha has been living in New York for the past ten years. Frankly the things she said about New York confused be very much so. I have never been to America, so I would not know what to expect, but she told me that, in New York City, everyone is under forty... But what does that mean? Do people die before they reach forty years of age? If that be the case, I most certainly do not wish to ever visit America. The younger impostor de Chagny told me that he detested Americans before, though I could not imagine why at the time when he said it. I'm assuming that people like this woman are the primary reason: rude, vulgar, indecent, and die young. Why anyone would want to become an American when that is what they are like, I'll never know... She again mentioned this "Opera Populaire" which I have heard so much about. Tell me, Raoul, have you ever heard of such a place? I am growing quite irritated with the fact of the matter that everyone seems to have heard of this place and yet I have not, which seems extremely unlikely considering the fact that I attended le Conservatoire for three years and have been working in opera in Paris for some time now... ..... With all my heart, ~your little Christine
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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 Mar 31, 2012 0:23:21 GMT -5
((In progress. Note: This Letter corresponds to the scene "I sang Desdemona with a despair"))
À Monsieur le Comte Raoul de Chagny 245 Boulevard Saint-Germaine 75007, Paris, France le 27 ème mars, 1887 Mon cher Raoul,
Avec tout mon cœur,
~ta petite Christine
March 27 th, 1887 My dear Raoul, I was wandering the halls of the castle today when I heard the sound of someone pounding away on the keyboard of a piano-forte. It was not the good sort of pounding either, but rather the angry, violent type that could damage the inner workings of the instrument. I wondered to myself who would do such a thing? who would treat an instrument with such unkindness? I followed the sound until I came upon what appeared to be some sort of a music room, for there were instruments and scores lining every wall of the place, and in the center of that room was a man in a white half mask and sicked back black hair, seated at the piano, pounding away as if he were taking out some sort of revenge upon the poor thing. The sight of such both saddened and frightened me in turn, and it reminded me of how Érik behaves when he is working at his Don Juan Triumphant or some other terrible thing. If you can recall what the requiem that he played when Philippe drowned sounded like, it could be compared to that, but without that unmistakable voice which belongs to Érik... I left as soon as I had come, hoping that he would not notice. If the man was anything at all how Érik is when he is working at his music, I most certainly did not wish to disturb hi, for my own safety's sake. I wish that you were here, Raoul. This place is so terribly frightening, especially being on my own. Please come for me as soon as you can and be sure that the maid is taking good care of Mamma in my absence. Mamma sometimes gets so lonely without me. I love you and miss you and hope that you are able to find me soon. With all my heart, ~your little Christine
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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 Apr 5, 2012 22:46:53 GMT -5
((In Progress, Note: This letter corresponds to the scene "Let us sing something more operatic")) À Monsieur le Comte Raoul de Chagny 245 Boulevard Saint-Germaine 75007 Paris, France le 27 ème mars, 1887 Mon cher Raoul,
Avec tout mon cœur et mon esprit,
~ta petite Christine
March 27 th, 1887 My dear Raoul, I returned to the theatre today with the hope that I might actually get a chance to look about the place rather than having yet another unpleasant experience with Monsieur Lenoir. The first part of that run down theatre that I set out explore was the orchestra pit, as it was quite easy to see from in the house. It looked, at first glance, like any normal pit, but upon further examination, it was quite different. There were odd-shaped metal charts with a sort of plasticky blue covering over the seat and back. The conductors podium has some sort of carpet covering the whole thing, and the stands were not wood at all, but were deep black. I could not tell what sort of material they were made of from the distance. It was while examining the orchestra pit that I encountered a woman about my age there in the house of the theatre, who also claimed to be Christine Daaé. This one however, at least faintly resembled me. She was a bit taller than I, about middle hight, with blonde hair and dark brown eyes. Needless to say though, the two of us were absolutely nothing alike. She has to be one of the most disrespectful and discourteous women I have ever had the displeasure of meeting in my entire life! She spoke to me as if I were a child and she was my parent, or some other authoritative figure, when she couldn't have been much older than myself, not to mention the fact that she had the most irritating, buzzing hum which she insisted upon doing incessantly as I was trying to think. I had sat down in order to be left alone and to reflect on a way to try to contact you and there she just barges in as if she was entitled to the place, and then had the audacity to tell me that I[/u] should leave if I wanted quiet. The nerve of her! Why, it was vexing to no end! But now digressing from that rather unpleasant situation with the impostor, I'm really not sure how much more of this I can handle, Raoul. I have been having strange visions flashing through my head, primarily of you headed to the guillotine... I know that I should try not to worry so much, but I cannot help it. I fear that I am beginning to go mad in this place, Raoul. The visions come out of nowhere, and they seem so real... I never cease to find myself weeping by the end of them. Please promise me that you will find some way for us to be together again, even if that means having to wait until after you return from your expedition to the North Pole. I would never be able to live with myself knowing that you were dead for my sake. I love you far too much to ever be able to. With all of my heart and my mind, ~your little Christine
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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 Apr 9, 2012 15:01:24 GMT -5
((In-Progress. Note: This letter corresponds to the scene “I was very hungry”))
À Monsieur le Comte Raoul de Chagny 245 Boulevard Saint-Germaine 75007 Paris, France le 27 ème mars 1887 Mon cher Raoul, Je t'embrasse, ~ta petite Christine
March 27 th, 1887 My dear Raoul, After re-visiting the opera house, I found myself to be rather hungry, so I made my way to the kitchen and began making that tuna and pasta dish of which I told you yesterday. I also found a fizzy lemon drink – limonade. It sounded rather interesting, and so I decided to try it alongside It was as I was cooking, that I met the most pitifully battered-looking woman I had ever seen in my life. She was as thin as a rail and it looked as if her face had been mauled by a large dog or by some wild beast. She was rather timid, and seemed a bit distrusting to begin with. Her name was Erika. She didn't speak much French, mostly German, so I made an effort to speak to her in what I suspect is her native tongue. she wasn't very talkative at all, but polite enough -- much better than that impostor Christine I had met only an hour or so before. She seemed hungry, and so I invited her to share the tuna dish with me. My German is not exceptional, and so there was some of what she said which I did not quite understand, but she spoke to me some about the limonade drink, which she called "lemonade." She said that if you warmed it and took it with honey it did wonders for a sore throat. I'll have to keep that in mind if I ever find myself a bit under the weather. ----- Kisses, ~your little Christine
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