Poltergeist in the Playroom (Maria Chevau)

[Gustave de Chagny]

Gustave sat in the playroom alone, his usual bright with curiosity and cheerful nature replaced by a rather lonesome, somber, and melancholic one. It had been some time since he’d seen his mother now, and he was quite worried over her. After all, she was always the one to tuck him in, or to tell him a story, or to listen to his music, or to play with him… She was his whole world, and he hers. Without her, he was lost. He had nothing…

He pushed a toy train along its tracks, watching it with a rather disconcerted stare. There were no other children here. No one would play with him…. And the only friends he had here were grownups… The little boy sighed and stopped pushing the train, hugging his knees to himself instead and looking across the room.

There were many different toys here, but they would have all been much more fun if he had someone there to play with him. He considered, for a moment, asking his father, but he did not have the best past reputation of wanting to play with the boy at all…

As he was looking about the room, a toy caught his attention. It was a beautiful dollhouse… His mother surely would have loved to play with such a toy. Crawling from the little circle of train tracks, the boy moved closer to the dollhouse and ten sat down in front of it and peered inside of its windows. It looked very old. Carefully, he opened it up a little to see if there was anything side. Perhaps there were some dolls or furniture left. His father would probably scold him for playing ith the thing, saying that it was only for girls, but he didn’t care anymore. It reminded him of his mother. It looked like something she might have played with when she was about his age…

[Maria Chevau]

She felt something pressing onto her. It was close to who Maria really was, behind the poltergeist and the antics she played. Someone had found what kept her tied to the manor. The poltergeist's awareness focused in on the dollhouse. The dollhouse was created with loving detail a large mansion with architecture that was carved in great detail. Faded lace curtains rimmed the windows with a small knocker of copper on the door. Most of the rooms had lost the furniture over the years, leaving closets and stairwells with nothing around them, and fancy miniature chandeliers hanging over empty rooms. Some of them had furniture, one had a bed and dresser with another having the bathroom still equipped. There was a very small kitchen as well.

There was a boy poking around in there. What was he doing? Maria materialized behind him feeling slightly cross. "What are you doing?" The dollhouse moved away from him sliding across the floor. She didn't want him touching it and breaking it. She wasn't sure what would actually happen to her if the dollhouse was broken.

[Gustave de Chagny]

((I’ sorry. I totally said playroom instead of attic! I literally just realized that. We can change it though XD Still miscellaneous room, so no need to move anything at all. Sorry this took so long. Posted an absence, but thought I’d apologize for the wait anyway, since I know you don’t have a lot of threads at the moment. Typing this up in my friend’s apartment in Brooklyn XD))

When the boy had come up into the attic in order to look for some new toys to play with, he had no idea that he’d end up finding something more… well… ghastly than he had intended. He heard a voice ask him what he was doing and quickly turned around to see a girl sitting there, seemingly cross. In his turning, he had not noticed the dollhouse before him slide just a few inches further away.

“I’m sorry,” the ten-year-old said in a rather timid voice. “Is this your dollhouse?” He hadn’t intended upon taking someone else’s toys or playing with them without someone’s permission. But he hadn’t really seen any other children there at all and didn’t know that they belonged to anybody.

[Maria Chevau]

If he hadn't been a Phantom character he might have noticed that her clothes were rather outdated for someone who was alive. It reflected more closely the era that he had come from. The timidity from the boy did surprise her. Part of her was tempted to torment him just for amusement, the other part of her wanted to assure him that no harm would be done. She ended up doing both.

"It's the poltergeist's dollhouse. If you touch it you might wake up the poltergeist."

[Gustave de Chagny]

Little Gustave cocked his head a bit in curiosity as the girl spoke. She explained to him that it was ‘the poltergeist’s dollhouse.’ Gustave had never heard of a poltergeist before, and he wasn’t sure what it was, but he was pretty sure that he did not wish to wake up and to suddenly become one.

“W-what’s a p-poltergeist?” the boy stammered. Did it mean that he would wake up as a girl too? He’d always heard it wasn’t fit for a boy like him to be playing with girls’ toys…