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 Nov 18, 2012 14:03:09 GMT -5
Erik smiled as Ana told him that hot chocolate was her favorite drinks during Christmas. "I am glad it came out well." He said, motioning to the drinks. Erik took another sip and sighed slightly in a content manner. He sat and thought for a moment as the drink warmed him. It really was quite a delicious little treat of a drink. He then got into thinking about Christmas. All of his times with Gerard, whom he hadn't seen for quite a long while.
"Hmm... Christmas. I have never had this anytime near Christmas. But your right, it does have the wintery Christmas feel." He said then had another sip before putting it back down onto the coaster. He then thought for another moment and looked down slightly. "From what I know, my Christmas is not quite like how everyone else celebrates Christmas. Well, being under the opera house for most of my life does that." He said, chuckling slightly and sort of sadly. Yes, he freely told things about himself- for the most part- since his history was so closely related to other Eriks's histories.
"For the most part... it would be like any other cold day. Except I would risk myself by going outside to listen to the Christmas carolers. Some times I would even watch boys have snow ball fights." He chuckled some at a memory. "One year when I was a young boy, I joined them in a snow ball fight. I was I think about ten or twelve. A group of boys had caught me standing around and threw a snow ball at me. At first I was stunned then one of the boys made another snow ball and tossed it to me, then asked if I wanted to play. Not having liked playing the rules to be a ghost around that time, I went ahead and played. The fight went from early morning to early noon. To celebrate the occasion that they let me play, and that no one saw my face, Gerard gave me a white mask with Christmas holly on it." Erik said smiling.
Oh yes, that was probably his best Christmas. He never saw those boys again nor did he ever get to be in a snow ball fight again, it was still quite fun to have been able to have the moment when he could. He still had the mask, though it was a bit too small for him as it showed the edges of his disfigurement but still, maybe he could wear it this Christmas, or get himself a replica that fit him better. He took another sip of the hot coacoa - though it was starting to really cool off. "Then there were other Christmases that were very dull since I had to stay down in my domain although Gerard and I would decorate some of the rooms with wreaths and such. There was even a year were I got to decorate a tree." He said, smiling, but a bit more sadly now. Now that he hardly saw Gerard anymore, would they spend any of their Christmas together as they had every year of his life? Suppose a Christmas here might be better than the Christmas at the opera. He then looked up. "I hope I did not put you to sleep." He said laughing a little.
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Post by anastasia on Nov 18, 2012 14:37:36 GMT -5
"It did," nodding in response to 'it came out well'. Nothing could sooth the way a cup of hot chocolate would! Slowly from time to time she would sip upon the muddy like drink in a savoring fashion. Who wouldn't?
Opening her eyes shifting them to look at Carriere. Though she was curious to see under the mask, for she never did understand what it fully looked like underneath. Black was all she caught a glimpse of or perhaps fur. What ever it was, it was something. Dismissing that curiosity for the time being as she listened to Carriere. The look upon her face was that of awe. Here was another Phantom she believed to be fictional but now was here as real as real can get, having hot chocolate with her and regaling her of his Christmases gone by! A treat? Perhaps. She simply sat there and listened to his telling of those days gone by.
A slight smile, "You didn't." Pausing while holding that cup of hot chocolate, looking at it then shifting her gaze back to Carriere. "Well, I'm sure that you will have fantastic Christmas this year." Rather curious how the English celebrate it and now she wondered, how would Carriere and Lenoir and all the other Phantoms - how ever many that lived here -, as well as the various others, would celebrate Christmas.
Sipping more of that chocolaty libation, "Looks like you have more possibilities this year. Decorating the Manor, snowmen and," snickered, "snowball fights, sleigh rides, caroling around town or just at the Manor. So many possibilities." She wondered now how she'll decorate the home they were staying in while in England. Curiously watching Carriere to see his reaction to those suggestions.
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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 Nov 19, 2012 2:12:59 GMT -5
"You didn't." Ana replied. "I am relieved." Erik said back, smiling and taking another sip of the soothing drink. She then said that he would probably have a fantastic Christmas this year. She then continued by listing the possibilities to do for this Christmas and with each and each idea, he became more curious and curious and a bit more positive and positive. Great Scott! It really was good to be out from hiding and able to do all these... Normal things! He smiled.
"It would be so good to do... normal things. Then again, now that I think of it.... with everyone treating me so kindly- for the most part- and not having to worry about this," He motioned to his mask. "I have felt rather... normal. Like there is nothing wrong with me at all. I've gotten to be in the open fresh air without having to fret about being seen. I don't have to worry about hiding if someone comes walking down the hall. How things have changed! But for the better, for sure! I... I never really realized it till now. I had been occupied with Christine but... she will never truly love me.. will she? But now... now I have freedom to be with others as well, and I can still always see her."
As he said this, he grew to sitting at the edge of his seat like an audience member watching the intense plot of a story unfold. Erik then looked at Ana as if she hadn't been siting there as he spoke. He quickly settled down, though with a smile still on his face. "Excuse me for my little out burst but until now... I hadn't realized any of this. Sure I noticed pieces but I never really understood the whole picture." He then paused and gazed down slightly. "I still wish the best for Christine... and have tenderness for her within ever inch of my existence. I was born so that she could save me... and that is what she has done. And now I am here... at first I wasn't sure why and why things between me and Christine became very complicated but now... now perhaps I do understand. Maybe its sort of a way for me to... start again." He said gazing, then looked at Ana and smiled.
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Post by anastasia on Nov 19, 2012 2:40:37 GMT -5
Smiling while enjoying the peppermint hot chocolate and listening to every word he exclaimed in his new profound revelation. Watching his expressive eyes - that was one thing she had noticed that despite the mask and no facial expressions, his eyes perfectly relayed how he felt! - to gauge the level of intensity. Carriere was indeed very different from Lenoir. For the most part she was glad and smiling while he talked about his desire of normalcy. That is, until he mentioned Christine and her face seemed to turn a bit sympathetic, opening her mouth wanting to say something a little more reassuring but did not say a thing yet. The smile soon enough returned and became a grin then a snicker.
Holding her cup of hot chocolate and looking down. Love. That always was a conundrum wasn't it? "You're fine. Love has many different forms. However, it's also not what we expect." She tried to keep a decent face and kept her eyes down upon her cup. "It's just best to have those around you who are willing to be with you no matter what. A good friend. Create your family rather than be thrown into one by birth." Thinking and rather distant. "Some times, love is just not worth it. We fall into love. We fall out of it."
"I fully intend to make the best of this upcoming holiday," she grinned. "Even if I am far from home." Suddenly in her mind, an old rhyme she heard when she was in girl scouts played in her mind like the sound of little girls. She didn't realize she was actually softly singing it, too. "Make new friends, but keep the old. One is silver and the other 's gold." Gazing at her hot chocolate. Now she realized she sang. Though she did not have an operatic voice it was still well in tune and sweet. Like she had been trained long ago. "I suppose," looking up at him as she sat there with a little more casual confidence, "then that all those who live here are now your new family and friends." A weak yet warm smile.
Then after a pause, her smile kinda faded. "People may still inquire about your face. Sorry." glancing at him then back down at the table cloth. "But, most will not make a stink about it. A lot of people have come to understand and tolerate more than you think." Gazing distantly at the table cloth. "Especially when you hear the stories of people whom have endured deformities." pausing as she set the hot chocolate back down. "you feel for them and yet are beyond amazed at their strength and courage. Like the lady who's face was blown off when her husband shot her with a shot gun point blank in the face. or the gal from Afghanistan who had her nose and ears cut off for leaving an abusive husband. Maybe the man from Portugal who had no face as it was all covered and distorted by massive facial tumors. And yet," pausing as she smiled then looked up at him. "it's those moments where humanity is at it's best."
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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 Nov 20, 2012 0:12:12 GMT -5
Erik smirked a bit as Ana said that love came in many forms and that its now what you always expect. "Oh, so true." He agreed with her and let her continue on. Erik nodded as she spoke, each word overflowing with meaning and if he was not mistaken, personal experience. She the said that love was sometimes not worth it. You fall in and you fall out. "I am afraid that may be the one thing I must disagree with you about. I believe when you find the true person your meant to be with... it will be all worth it in the long shot." He said.
"I ask well will do what ever I can to make this holiday pleasant. Its will be my first time doing a holiday like this here, might as well start it off well if I am expected to... stay here." He said, shrugging his shoulders slightly as he said 'stay here'. He didn't mind it greatly. There wasn't anyone here he greatly disliked and that greatly disliked him, so suppose this place wasn't half bad of a place to stay at. Plus, he had actuary made quite a few friends here... this may be the first holiday that he will have anyone around other then Gerard. Scratch that. This WILL be the first time he will get to spend Christmas with others besides his father.
Just when he had finished speaking, he heard the last bit of her soft singing. He almost had to strain to hear it but hear it he could. Erik could tell by just the little sample of her voice that it had some training. It was not operatic as he was use to listening to but quite... different. It was still a soothing and flowing voice, gentle but not overly so. It was almost quite... perfect in it's own way. Though, since he had never heard such singing like it, it would be hard to actually determine without having heard any other voice like it. Then again, although others sort of sang like Christine, no one could actually sing like Christine. He was enjoying listening to her singing while he could hear it and drank more of his hot cocoa that he was now nearly done with. It was all quite... relaxing, tranquil, something he hadn't quite completely felt in a long while.
Erik the looked at her with full attention when she began to speak. She said that she supposed that the people at the manor were his new family and friends. Erik thought about it for a moment then nodded. "I really would consider some of my friends... family perhaps. Hm... if only I could find Gerard again, we have only gotten to speak once while he has been at the manor." He paused and then smiled a bit. "I think he would like to meet you... as well as the others." She then mentioned his face. Erik cringed ever so slightly but really... he didn't mind so much any more. Just as long as no one tried to look beneath, it was alright. Ana then mentioned something about 'the stories'. There was suddenly a sparkle of curiosity in his yes as he continued to listen to her. Strength and courage. Lady who's face was blown off by her husband. Girl who's ears and noes had been chopped off for trying to run away. And a man with his face so distorted with tumors. Its those moments when humanity is at its best.
Erik was for the moment, utterly stunned. There was a long pause of silence as he thought about it, and thought, and thought. He then finished his hot cocoa and put it back down onto the coaster semi slowly. "I never thought it possible... I never even thought I would ever think such a thing but... I think now that it is possible. With what you have told me... I think some of them are even worse off than me." He paused and looked at the ground then back at Ana with his wide blue innocent eyes. "True... I lived in the sewers and use-to-be torture chambers for nearly my whole life and had to live as an ghost with a disfigurement. But... is that really as bad as a young girl having to run away from her husband and then have to feel the pain of parts of her face be removed? Is my situation really as bad as someone having their face blown in? Sure, it may look a bit similar but is it really... who really was caused more pain? From the sounds of it, mines is just a bit of a burn and a bit of skin loss compared to all the rest of these people, right? He asked, looking at her. It was so strange to be saying all of this, it felt out of place in his mouth. And it felt so... strange... to see everything like this at this... angle.
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Post by anastasia on Nov 20, 2012 1:29:08 GMT -5
A distant haunting gaze when Carriere mentioned finding the person you are meant to be with. Barely a smirk as she fondled the cup of hot chocolate. "That's the key. Finding that one specific person out of billions in this world." Looking up at him. Thinking she had found the right man a couple of times, one she almost married but nothing ever happened. She was still alone. To her, men and love was no longer worth it. Best to just live each day as though it were your last.
The smile returned with mention about Christmas, to make it a pleasant holiday. She hoped it would be. If necessary, perhaps she'll help the residents here make it a good one that is if she was still here around that time. A slight snicker, "Well, again, just think of all the great fun you can have this Holiday season?" Smiling as she picked up her hot chocolate.
Slightly realizing that she sang that little old rhyme before Carriere and darn near blushed. She became a little sheepish kicking herself for singing. That was something she never really let people hear much. If she did, it was an utter rarity. "Sorry," she said and drank the last of her hot chocolate. "It was an old song I heard when I was a girl. The words always ring true." Smiling as she sat the cup down and kept her eyes upon it.
Looking up at him after that little shy moment. The name he mentioned - Gerard - she seemed to know who he was talking about, "Your father," and nodded then smiled. "I hope I can meet him some day." keeping her voice soft and warm. Or trying to.
Watching him a moment then she leaned back against the chair and crossed her legs, her fingers fondling the now empty cup. Glancing at the cup as the silence hung in the room for a while. Looking back up at him to gauge his mood or thoughts in those expressive eyes.
A slight smirk that was so very weak and disappeared quickly. "I don't think it's 'worse off than you' type of scenario. But more of 'tragedy happened, now what? Will I remain and sulk and hide? or will I use this misfortune to teach others life and love and make the most of it?" Pausing a moment as she glanced about, "Life is so precious. We are here for a reason." She pondered with distant eyes before looking back at Carriere. "What a person does ALWAYS affects someone else."
"You are so very talented," looking at him with a bewildered hurt look it seemed. Then it changed to a smile. "You have an opportunity. Use it. People will still inquire. Curiosity is human nature. But there are those who are deformed and have no chance at anything in life. They are merely... alive. But you..." strength ebbed in her voice. Wishing she could say this, too, to Lenoir. "you have incredible talent to make ANYTHING happen! The only one really stopping you... is you." Gazing at him with intense eyes.
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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 Nov 25, 2012 18:56:36 GMT -5
Erik shook his head slightly when Ana apologized for singing. But smiled a little when she said that the song always 'rung true'. "Please, there is no need to apologize for singing. I find your voice... different, I have only ever heard opera singing in my life. I enjoyed listening, though I don't believe I have ever heard of the song or the melody. Perhaps sometime later you could sing me the rest of it, if you know more of it." He said smiling.
She then knew that when he said his father's name... she knew that Gerard was his father. Ana said that she hoped to meet him some day. "I am sure you will." He said, with a slight sparkle of inquisitiveness in his eyes, for he didn't know that anyone knew Gerard was his father beside himself. "I am afraid I haven't been able to see him since he first... appeared... at the manor. I am sure he is doing fine though. I just wonder how he has been keeping himself occupied." Erik said, chuckling slightly as he sadly imagined his father meeting another masked Erik without him. He hoped he hadn't got to miss out on that moment with his father.
Ana sort of explained to him that she didn't think that it was a 'worse off' scenario, as she put it. Each word she spoke felt like complete truth, one that he felt he had never uncovered until now. And yet, it felt like that truth had been starring at him in the face... he just never saw it - or never looked for it. She then told him that what a person does always affects someone else. He thought about it for a moment. He hadn't met many until he had come to the manor. And even before the manor... who did he affect? Besides his father of course... and Joseph Bouquet. Then at the manor... sure he sort of helped a few people... but did he really change them at all? Besides his Christine. Erik's blue eyes then when right back to Ana as she began to speak again.
Talented. Opportunity. Inquire, curiosity, human nature. Only one stopping you... is you. It all rang so true. Erik was silent once more, thinking deeply, thinking of past, present, and future. Many things ran through his head, it almost felt like a wild stampede of ideas and though and images were going through his head. Then finally, his eyes glanced down at the ground then back at Ana, then breathed, almost careful like. "If anyone were to say this beside you... I don't think I would have taken them quite as... seriously. No- I think I just rather have not listened. But I must... confess that you... you are much different. Every word you have said has been true, some how it was something I could have known... but never quite looked, or found. Even if it had come from my own father... though I never listened to well to him anyways." Erik chuckled slightly. He thought for a moment longer, then looked back at Ana with his bright, glimmering blue eyes.
"Life for me... obviously has changed drastically. I was thrown from pretty solid isolation to being able to go out into the sunlight whenever I'd like and speak to whomever comes by that wishes to converse. I don't think people's curiosity... bothers me so much anymore... just as long as they don't try to look underneath themselves." He paused and then glanced to the floor, breathing out in a slightly heavy sigh. "I know if I were to have stayed at the opera, I would have ended.... ended up much differently. I wonder... what purpose could I serve here when I would have... died... if I stayed home." It was strange to think of the opera house as his home any more. He had spent almost his entire life there and now... it was like some distant memory that he needed not to fuss about anymore. "I find that my life is not to be with Christine... as those first few times of trying to stay with her obviously didn't work... and she is at the manor again and yet... its like she restarted. At first I thought it was meant to give me a second chance... but I now firmly believe it is to let her have her life... it is her second chance. And I am not to be a part of it, quite in that way." He said, looking down farther.
Erik looked back up and huffed slightly. "I know, everyone is probably tired of hearing so much on Eriks and their Christines but.... I can't help but still feel so attached to her." He paused and looked at Ana, with a great sort of flame suddenly sparked in his eyes. A sort of passion of a fire. "Perhaps that it why I am here... to give Christine the life she deserves... and once I find she is able to live a suitable life and will forever be happy - as she deserves - perhaps I can move on. How or anything of the like to when I would be able to move on I have no idea. I could never see myself without Christine... but the more I observe, the more I see that the Eriks seem to separate themselves more from their Christines and are moving on in a fashion... I seem to be the only one who wasn't catching on." He paused once more, and looked down to chuckle slightly then looked back at Ana, feeling slightly silly. "Of course, there is a greater chance that my purpose here is nothing like that at all. Perhaps I have just been speaking on and on about nonsense all this time. I may have just gotten a little to carried away with the thoughts of Christine and the thoughts of having... a purpose. But I just know that from the truth you spoke... my past and present... I need to... well... live. Something I have sort of been suppressing myself of doing." He said. Erik felt like he had just gotten off a very large rollercoster, not that the ride was anywhere near finished.
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Post by anastasia on Nov 25, 2012 22:17:10 GMT -5
A slight embarrassed smile as she glanced down and away with a slight little nasal huff and smile, fondling the cup. "That's it. It's only a tiny short song meant to inspire girls and teach them... to be open to new things." Pondering a little herself as she reflected upon that time in her childhood. "A couple lines that all people should keep in mind."
A slight little smirk at mention that Carriere was sure she would meet his father. Was an interesting thought it was. But was slightly saddened that almost reflected upon her face as she looked at Erik. Should he spend more time with his father? Where ever was Gerard? How strange.
It was not that she noticed his darling blue eyes for blue eyes was a weakness of hers. Inhaling and releasing the air as she glanced away for a moment. Stunned that this Erik listened to her words. She felt more than humbled, she felt a little silly actually. Smirking yet not looking at him yet, "We have a tendency not to believe or obey our parents because we think or believe they are not on the same page as us or don't know us. When in fact, they most definitely do." It stunned her what he said. Finally looking back at him. She smiled. It seemed Carriere was opening up to this life at the Manor. However, she wondered how it really would affect him, what future he would seize here. Died. That word made the scene of his demise flash in her mind as she recalled it from the old TV series. Blinking a few times with the slight stunned then sad look as she glanced down and away. Yes, he would have died. A horrible death. A sad death. What kind of life does one have being hunted like a rabid dog? Finally with a slight kink in the corner of her mouth she looked back up at Carriere but there was no joy only the silent trappings of what she knew. Then closed her eyes and somewhat shook her head wondering what the hell she was thinking?! It still did not make any sense to her how or why these characters were alive and real! Maybe they were all still some fruitcakes who happened to look like the characters, making themselves into those characters and living out their days in this twisted fantasy.
Breaking off from that train of though to look back at Carriere and having to force herself to just avoid those blue eyes, the fact that this Erik came to a realization about Christine more than baffled or shocked her. Opening her mouth as though to say something but no words or sound came from her lips as her face was slightly pinched in disbelief. How can an Erik live without his Christine?!? Those two were destined to be together so to speak, right? She was to save him from himself? Right? More and more she was becoming bewildered. "But... " she trailed a moment as she rose her fingers in a sort of contemplative measure, 'She's suppose to... save you?" Still a pinched face wondering, did he already move beyond this point? Or is there something else that she is missing. The confusion reflected so perfectly upon her face. Every word he said still bewildered her. He was talking more in depth, which she understood, but how is it that an Erik could not cling to their Christine? This confused her. They always needed their Christine. Right? Maybe... maybe not. Perhaps Christine had saved him already. Or set him upon a path where someone else was to save him. She shook her head and then lightly scratched her forehead. This was utterly confusing when it came to Eriks and Christines.
Her fingers propped upon her forehead as she listened to Carriere. This was intense and deep what this Erik was stating. But if the Eriks were indeed moving away from their Christines... then... what then? What was suppose to be accomplished next? The motive? The future? The purpose? Lifting her head slightly as he was wrapping up his little spiel on purpose. She weakly smirked at him then draped her arm over the table. "Everyone has a purpose in life. We have to figure out what it is. Some times we take the wrong back and when we venture down that wrong path for too long and don't get back upon the right trail, something kicks us towards the right direction," she stated rather off the wall there. Shifting her eyes back to him. "Again... everyone has a purpose."
Now she was contemplating her purpose, too. People don't just randomly meet nor do they go places just because of a simple choice sometimes. Sometimes, it's destiny. She sat there dazed for a moment as she stared off at nothing, silently contemplating. This was a really deep inner soul session with Carriere! "Wow," a soft whisper that was barely audible.
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Erik Carriere
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"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 Nov 25, 2012 22:56:52 GMT -5
Ana spoke of how people have a tendency on disobeying their parents because they believe they are 'not on the same page'. The term was a little strange to Erik, but he understood. She added, 'When in fact, they most certainly do'. He looked at her, silently, then nodded. He though on all the times he had been with Gerard... his whole life. Yes... of course his father understood... and of course... being the child.... he didn't think to understand or look.
Erik remembered all of the times Gerard had the sharp look of pain and guilt in his eyes when Erik threw himself into a tantrum as a child when he couldn't go outside to play. He remembered all of the times that his father's hands shook in regret as he gave his son another mask to hide himself further. The times Gerard could only stand and watch as Erik destroyed parts of his home because he couldn't be normal. His father didn't have to have a disfigurement as Erik did... to understand his pain. He watched as he grew.... he had to keep Erik from being hurt by 'normal' people... perhaps his father was put into as much suffering as Erik felt.
Erik watched Ana's expressions. They were... how could he put them... unique. Or at least, unexpected. He didn't think it would affect anyone all that much if an Erik were to... move away... from his Christine. But by the looks on Ana's face, it was like it was never imagined. Then again, Erik himself could have never imagined it but now... things were some how different. He listened as she spoke on a little more about purpose. It was so... strange. He himself had spoken to Gerard about purpose and the likes... but it never lasted so long... or so in depth. 'Everyone has a purpose...' Her words echoed in his mind. At the opera house... was his purpose to die? Or was his purpose to do something before he died... was living here giving him the chance to actually fulfill that purpose?
Erik looked at Ana, just to catch a whisper he couldn't quite hear but could almost see her mouth 'wow'. He breathed in deeply and then sighed out silently. Everything was still for the moment, silent, even the clock on the wall seemed to silence as to hold it's breath for what else may come. He looked at her, almost trying to observe her or trying to find some sort of answer. He then smiled a little. "It's strange.... I don't think I have had this... deep of a conversation with any one before... not even my own father." He chuckled slightly and then looked at his empty red mug. He looked back at Ana and chuckled slightly and rose his cup slightly. "Would you like any more hot chocolate?" He asked her. It was both meant to be silly and a sort of break from their... rather intense and soul depth conversation. How was it he was able to speak to someone so completely and honestly... when he had just met her for the first time? Curiouser and curiouser.
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Post by anastasia on Nov 26, 2012 0:08:15 GMT -5
Lightly scratching at her forehead then smirked after he mentioned having a deep conversation with anyone, then sniggered, "I would never in a million years believed this would happen either," Oh, yeah, sure. It was any silly Phantom fan's dream to meet the Phantoms. But to actually have it happen?!? This was just beyond her grasp! She still couldn't believe this was happening! Resting her head upon the palm of her hand as she smiled and looked at him. This was indeed a heck of a treat. "It's amazing, that's for sure."
Smiling a little warmer and sitting up straight as she picked up her cup without hesitation. "Sure," replying with a bold happiness to it. Eager for another cup worth of conversation. How often does one get an opportunity to yak it up with Erik Carriere!!? Handing him her cup with a gentle smile. "Thank you." Ready for round two!
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"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 Nov 26, 2012 0:19:44 GMT -5
Erik smiled wide and nodded, then stood up and grasped his cup in one hand while gently taking the other from Ana's hand. He glided to the kitchen and began to make another round of hot chocolate. It would be quite silly if it were the drink that was letting him be loose and quite like an open book, but he doubted it. But that very intense talk... well... some how lifted something off his shoulders because he now felt very... light.
Erik swiftly came back with the two cups, careful not to mix them up, and handed her mug of fresh hot chocolate. He sat down and had his own sip from his mug and smiled at Ana. "I find it... amusing. But before I... well... before I was about to meet you, I was originally going to the kitchen for a brownie that have been mysteriously been made fresh each night. It appears that I got to have chocolate anyways." He laughed. It was so strange.... he just felt absolutely lighter now... and around her... it made him feel warm... especially with the hot chocolate.
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Post by anastasia on Nov 26, 2012 0:57:11 GMT -5
She waited as she sat there glancing about and pondering earlier a little again. She sighed. What ever had happened? She had to talk to Lenoir sometime about it. Someday. But not tonight. Not even soon. Perhaps. Time would present to her the right and opportune time.
Looking back up to see Carriere return with the hot chocolate and she smiled big like a child at Christmas. What a delight that hot chocolate was. It could always warm the soul and body no matter what state a person was in. "Mmm... thank you," Wrapping her fingers around the warmed cup. Relishing in it for a moment before she took a careful sip.
Looking up at him as she brought the cup away from her lips carefully, curious about this mysterious brownie. Listening to him and then a gentle laugh that lasted for nearly a minute. She had to set the cup down and smiled, shaking her head. Purely amused "Perhaps someone is making them for you." Slight smile as she looked back at him. "Chocolate is food for the soul and heart. It's proven you know. The right type of chocolate is good for your heart," then snickered, now she was sounding like an idiot. Snickered again, "Sorry. Random stuff there," as she waved her hand with the elbow propped upon the table.
Picking up the hot chocolate and took another few drinks of it. "Mmmm," closing her eyes and savoring it. "You make a mean cup of hot chocolate." She smirked, did she really just say that? Oh, that sounded so stupid! Smirked and shook her head again. "Sorry, that was silly of me to state," and smiled glancing away from him. She was completely unsure of what to say to him. "Never in a million years... "trailing off having said that softly, just above a whisper and took another sip again as she gazed off into the distance.
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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 Nov 26, 2012 1:16:34 GMT -5
Erik thoroughly enjoyed the look on Ana's face when he brought in the second round of hot chocolate. It was so good to see her in high spirits. It had possibly been around... around an hour or even two that he had met her, and in a distressful mood she had started out in. It was good to see her relaxing, feeling lighter, sort of as he did. Guess being able to talk rather freely did that to people.
And Erik certainly enjoyed Ana's laughter, he too though it quite strange that someone had been making brownies every night, but he never knew who. He thought it was his job to be the mysterious one... well... was his job anyways. "Perhaps." He agreed, and laughed some with her. Ana then began to say that chocolate was actually good for the heart and soul. He smiled wider. How interesting! "No need to apologize, I often find myself thinking up very random facts. I have tried not to but what happens to me quite a bit is that I forget the important things, but remember useless information." He chuckled, though he was not at all calling the chocolate fact useless.
Ana then apologized again for.. what peered to be a compliment. He had never heard the term 'mean' used in a good fashion, maybe its just one of those things he didn't know about because he had been cooped up at the bottom of an opera house for most of his life... which he seemed to keep reminding himself of. "It's fine, thank you. I am glad I can read the instructions." He chuckled some again. "Its strange... I spent almost my whole life speaking and listening to French... but here, I see English and hear it from few, but when I do, I pick it up very easily. Almost like it was my first language to start with. Which is very strange... since I only studied English some in my books as well... the manor does get stranger and stranger." His blue eyes twinkled brightly.
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Post by anastasia on Nov 26, 2012 1:36:29 GMT -5
Picking up the hot chocolate and taking another couple sips of the warm, creamy liquid heaven. Then she chuckled after he stated his useless information statement. Genuinely entertained and delighted by it. Oh, yes, never in a million years would she had thought she would actually be having this conversation with Erik Carriere! Then sighed, if only her conversation with Erik Lenoir had gone better. Her face somewhat sank at that thought of how angry he was with her, how vicious he was towards her.
A snigger after he stated being able to read instructions. Yes, well, true. One should always read the instructions first, shouldn't they, she thought. The looked back at him rather slightly bewildered and curious, what ever did he mean? Tilting her head to the side, took a sip then put it down beside her on the table. "I'm sorry if I don't follow so well." Then a pinched look, "This... Manor.." glancing about the room, "... how... " she was finding it hard to even speak, not knowing what to say really. "I don't get it. How is it that you guys exist?!?" Then frowned and bowed her head. "Sorry, that's how I pissed off Lenoir. I did not believe him." Shaking her head with her arm resting upon the table. "And no offense, but I still don't believe it! I don't understand it!" Looking at Carriere in hopes to find answers some how, some way. Wondering if he will get upset with her, too. "You guys are just fictional characters from a story. How is it that you all exist?!?" Face pinched with desperate need to understand.
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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 Nov 26, 2012 1:53:15 GMT -5
Everything had been going so well so far... and then she spoke some odd things and a bucket filled with waves of confusion fell upon him. What ever did she mean? How do they exist? Fictional characters from a story? He didn't quite understand. He looked at her, bewildered for a moment and absolutely floored by this turn of conversation. Erik thought about it... then thought some more... then thought it was time to try to voice some of whats on his mind.
"Ana," He started, looking down for a moment then back up at her. "I am afraid I don't quite understand. How could we be fictional characters? Yes, we all have rather strange... events that led to most of us having the same names, but how does that make us... fictional?" He said aloud then thought, deeper. Even if what she said was true... that meant that everything that had happened to him at the opera house... was a lie. That his whole birth and living was just some... figurative fun! How does a person live on like that? Or rather... what purpose does a fictional character have?
He was floored, and depressed, for a moment. His blue eyes then looked deeply into Ana's brown eyes, making sure not to miss a thing. "There was a... moving picture I saw... it told of mine and Christine and everyone I knew, all of our stories. That was the life I had lived before coming here... I had fallen asleep in a chair and had woken up in a world that was not mine, a place that I never knew. That world... my world... everything I knew and was... is just fictional?" He paused and looked down. Erik felt no anger towards this... however, there was some sorrow. How could a person think that they were fictional when they are flesh and blood? "So you mean to say... that the moving picture that I saw... was where I really came from?"
So he was not... real? He looked down at himself for a moment, a sort of frustration in his eyes for a moment. The question echoed in his mind... how could a fictional character have a purpose? Besides giving the reader, or rather, viewer a lesson to be taught without having to go through the experience themselves. He looked at his hands for a moment, he felt real enough. He looked back up and picked up his hot chocolate and took a sip. If anyone else had said it, he would think they were mad. But for some odd reason, with Ana calling him a fictional character, he felt like it was completely true. Everything else she had said was, so why not this. And it would some how strangely explain how he had traveled across the land without even knowing. Erik looked at Ana, with a dim sparkle in his eyes. "Well... who ever created me sure had an imagination." He chuckled weakly some.
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